The things we say and the things kids hear are two completely different things...
We must have had the "We are sad that Dobby is gone because we will miss him but he is in a happy place now" Talk one too many times this week because as Chloe was brushing my hair and trying to make small talk with me she said "So mom I am sure glad Dobbie is dead arent you?" "no why?" "He is in a happy place now remember mom?" "Oh, well we will miss him but yes he is in a happy place." long pause "Wow I'm sure glad he is dead."
Dobby
Surving The Death Of An Adult Sibling By TJ Wray
I walk into the family room, turn on the television, and stand in front of it for a few moments. Distracted, I wander into the kitchen. I go purposely down the stairs into the basement laundry and stand for a long time, trying to remember why I was there in the first place. Then I start to cry. Again. What am I supposed to do? I seem to vacillate between numbness and hysteria, bewildered and lost in my own home . . . My mind is devoid of all thought; there is only a faint hum whirling around the place where my thoughts used to be. The numbness is punctuated every so often by a sudden surge of grief, a spasm really, that strikes without warning, bursting forth from the same blackness that mutes my thoughts.
How did the family like the Eggplant parm?
They were not big fans of the eggplant. the recipe is a good one I loved it. My kids just do not like the idea of eating the Eggplant.
Wicked was Wicked
However I am thinking all of us theater lovers should start a rebellion over the fact that with Utah so thirsty for great productions, we need a bigger theater. One worthy of the prices we are all so over eager to pay to see a such wonderful shows like wicked.
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Oh MAN! I was so excited when my reader showed you'd put a new post up, and it's BLANK!
Tear.
Please come back!!
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