I'm not sure what set anything off this week. I just had some very vivid images of Michele at M.D. Anderson, non responsive, with machines beeping and binging, and never opening her eyes while I was there. I had vivid memories of the family meeting with the doctor and making sure Michele's wishes were carried out. I had vivid memories this week of the machines getting quieter and quieter. It seems like yesterday that after her son and daughter said goodbye that I went in the hospital ICU room to get whatever was still in there so they didn't have to. And for some reason the image in my head was looking at Michele, her dead body, knowing she was the best of us and had drawn the short straw,and missing her as much in that moment as I do right now. I love you Michele. Your the best sister a brother could ever ask for.
We'll call this one "Kids are really freaking stupid." I would like suggestions as to an alternate name for The Boy in light of yesterday's events. I like the way that DCup changes the name of her youngest Spawn depending on behavior--from Cupcake to Resident Evil. I want something along those lines. The Boy plays all the time, every chance he gets, with the boy down the street. His name is Cesar and I've mentioned him before. Cesar lives exactly three doors down from us on our side of the street. So, we don't really worry about The Boy heading on down there on his own. As a matter of fact, The Boy has very definite limits to his ability to roam. He's allowed exactly from one speed bump just the south of our house to the speed bump just north of our house. That's the extent of his free area all of which is easily within eye shot of our front porch. See below: Yesterday, The Boy went out at about 3:30 or so to go play with Cesar. At 4:00, Ces...
Copy of e-mail to Damien's teacher today: Damien's Lack of $ today Dear Mrs. Damien's-Teacher, I wanted to explain why Damien didn't have lunch money today. His dad and I gave him enough for breakfast and lunch for the day this morning. He is forever being told to put his money in his pocket when we give it to him. He did not do so this morning and left it on the couch. When we got to school, he demanded that I go home to get it for him. When I explained that I was already late for work and could not go back to the house, he threw his backpack to the ground, kicked it across the parking lot and started to scream at me. That more or less guaranteed that the sun would rise in the west and devils would ice skate before he got that money. And that is why Damien did not have money for lunch or breakfast this morning. Thanks. Sincerely, Me It's a good thing I didn't have children so I could have someone to love me. Heh.
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