I've had all week to prepare for heading out of town to go to a funeral of a close friend of mine's sister. The news story is here. Sadly I am starting to find that the only real time I get to visit with old friends from high school is when someone dies. It used to be when someone got married but - now the tide has changed and its funerals that seem to be the big get together.
I've had Renae on my mind all week. The accident was so horrible, and so unneccessariy. The driver had recently got his liscense back because it was suspended due to too many speeding violations. It just makes me sick that he gets his liscense back and speeds recklessly and takes the lives of two people. As a parent I cannot imagine loosing a child like that... it is so incredibly sad.
So I have a mound of things to do... laundry, pick up a few groceries, pack, and leave fairly bright and early. I have no motivation. Perhaps part of it is the realization that that this is such extreme heartache and sadness. Its not as if she was sick and suffering. It was completely the opposite - she was full of life and was murdered by negligant behavior. Perhaps the other part of the lack of motivation is the realization that this is when I see and spend time with those from the past.
Phone calls have been made, dinner and breakfast dates made, now its just for the little things... laundry, packing, and arriving home.
I've had Renae on my mind all week. The accident was so horrible, and so unneccessariy. The driver had recently got his liscense back because it was suspended due to too many speeding violations. It just makes me sick that he gets his liscense back and speeds recklessly and takes the lives of two people. As a parent I cannot imagine loosing a child like that... it is so incredibly sad.
So I have a mound of things to do... laundry, pick up a few groceries, pack, and leave fairly bright and early. I have no motivation. Perhaps part of it is the realization that that this is such extreme heartache and sadness. Its not as if she was sick and suffering. It was completely the opposite - she was full of life and was murdered by negligant behavior. Perhaps the other part of the lack of motivation is the realization that this is when I see and spend time with those from the past.
Phone calls have been made, dinner and breakfast dates made, now its just for the little things... laundry, packing, and arriving home.
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