The Shawl...The Damn Shawl Again

Every time I think I am going through a ridiculously rough period in life, I have to break out the big guns.


Tonight, my friends, I will be reading this for the umpteenth time...

Read it and weep only when you are having a REALLY bad night. You'll be reminded of what crappy life circumstances truly are.

And then, maybe you will slap yo'self in the face, like Mama do, for all your "poor me" whining.

Ro and Lowie - On Death and Dying

Ro and Lowie's Nana passed away recently. They are not really strangers to death, per se.

At their grandparent's house, a large portrait of their late Uncle Shawn hangs. He passed at the young age of 16, from a car accident. Their Dad was only 14 when his brother died. Both of our boys have been fascinated by this.

"Where is Uncle Shawn? Why can't I see him? Where exactly in the stars is he? Can I go to heaven too? How did he get hurt in the car? Can we say goodnight to him in heaven?"

It has become a ritual, this saying goodnight to their Uncle that they've never met, in the stars. Now, after a sad goodbye, it includes their Nana.

Goodnight Uncle Shawn.

Goodnight Nana.

We love you.