Friday, March 10, 2006


I find it hard to miss my son. It feels like I am dishonoring him by being sad. I want to yell from the rooftops how much I loved him. How proud I am of him. How much I am blessed by having him as part of our family.

Fric and Frac miss him so. But I believe I was wrong in thinking they would forget him. Or that he would become less important to them as time goes on.

Just yesterday Frac had a show and share in his class. The teacher asked him to tell the class about his family and his life. They are doing this because they recently had four new students join them.

Frac told them he had a cat named Fanny. A tractor named Lucy. A sister named Fric. And an angel brother named Shalebug.

Life is good.