This morning I attended a funeral and watched an inconsolable woman who was cradled by the tender and loving arms of her husband as she walked up the aisle to leave her son's funeral. I half expected him to pick her up and carry her; she was so stricken by grief. I wondered how she was still able to put one foot in front of the other and do something as ordinary as walking. Her son was an old classmate of Seth's who made some bad choices with drugs and ended up dead. Accidental. A maudlin subject, isn't it? One goes through life, doing all the things expected and suddenly we are stopped short by a single event that somehow touches our lives and throws shadows where there were none before.
My son had his board of review tonight and now officially holds the rank of Eagle Scout.
I much prefer to be me and have mine be mine.
Will blog about something much happier in the future....
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And mine mine, where our biggest problems range from Ava's rampant nudity to Reno's forgetting not to throw things. Fast forward 12 or so years and the nudity would really be a problem. I am grateful to be in a world yet untouched by drugs, sex, and ... well the rocknroll is out. But such as it is, Jason and I always say that some people have problems, we don't--as in, some experience illness, unexpected death, poverty-you know, real problems. Not so much a husband forgetting a birtheday or some such silly thing.
Congrats Seth.
i like the changes to the blog..looks much better now. and p.s. i made my bed today..and my room is still clean..sure it has only been 3 days..but still..baby steps.
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