Tuesday, October 03, 2006

I Just Talked To The Son...


...and then I talked to "B". He broke down and I broke down. There were no words I could really give him to make it better. All he could say was that he has to bury his little sister. What do you say to that? We talked for about 15 minutes. I know him well enough to know that he'll be fine in the long run. The kid has the personality of a rock star. But like most kids in my sons cliche, they are so close that this stuff just doesn't happen. I will be on guard. Flowers go out tomorrow. They have an open casket, which I am so against, but that's another story. I cry easy if someone I care about is hurt. Never cried when my Dad died until months later. Life is what it is...

4 Comments:

Blogger Maricopa Mark said...

Dude, what can I say?

All my hopes.

M-M

5:07 AM  
Blogger QofD said...

I dont' think a comments section on a blog is really an adequate place to convey how sorry I am about this. It kills me to hear about this stuff, I couldn't imagine burying one of my siblings.

4:18 PM  
Blogger GalacticallyStupid said...

Thanks for thinking about them. It shows alot about you guys.

4:22 PM  
Anonymous kim said...

Oh man...
I can't even imagine.
I'm the type that is the epitome of strength and then loses it months later when everyone else has gone on with life...

5:07 PM  

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