What do you do?
What do you do when death has come to your door, knocked, and then run away? What do you do when it returns, but this time, it stays, waiting for you to answer?
What do you do when you've made the arrangements, cleaned out the closets, filed the papers and had those discussions, and that was the first time. And now it's the second time. And there's no energy to be creative or interesting or witty or organized.
Is there anything to do? Or do you simply, for the first time in life, sit down and enjoy the shared silence?
Or do you just go to the wedding? :-)
Yesterday, at Mercy and Nevin's wedding. Little Liam the Lima Bean (as referred to by Grannie Nannie) even got to dance with the bride!
it's so great to see you smile that way. I just copied the pic, captioned it "happy", and sent it to Mom. Ironically, Lima Bean is fitting. Mom can't seem to get "Liam" out without some trouble. He usually ends up "Lima". Much love to all .... and hug Mercy and Nevin for me!!
WHO THE WHAT NOW???? Mercy and Nevin? That's so great! Pics posted anywhere?
You look fantastic, by the way.
(Not to disregard what you so eloquently wrote about your mom--I'm really sorry).
Amelia, thanks. Here are a few photos from the wedding:
http://flickr.com/photos/8614078@N08/
If guys in big trucks have tiny dicks then do guys on loud motorcycles have quiet ones? Dicks that can whisper?
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