LOVE, GRIEF, KIDS, FOREVER...

Got into town this evening. Found all to be well. Spent some time with my sister and mother, which was appropriate. It's a bittersweet entrance. My daughter-in-law's father passed away. His funeral is tomorrow. That's the third father in about a year and half that my children and their spouses have buried and helped each other grieve through. Watching someone else grieve can open up one's own wounds a bit, especially if they are still relatively fresh. As a mother, I am pleased to watch my children and children-in-law rally around their own to comfort and uplift.

I say Bravo and Cheers to the next generation! Take the torch and run with it. I stand all amazed.

Holly...you are loved...and so is your father...