Waiting

A week tomorrow, The Juniors and I will be going to Sacramento, CA and thence to Redding for a hearing about The Sr Boy's accident. After all these months, it will seem to most people that we may be "getting near the end."

Except that it isn't the end. I don't think this ever "ends". It is hard to explain - this emptiness, the silence - and Himself used to say, "If I have to explain, they won't understand." I don't want to seem cryptic but there is really nothing to be said about this other than "A week tomorrow, I will be..."

Not sleeping all that well and not answering the phone much but pruning the garden bushes

and

still breathing