There have been a few times, writing this blog, where I feel like, there. I’ve said it. There is no more I could add that might not somehow detract by distracting from that, I should just flip off the light and hang the “Closed” sign on the door: I’m done. That last post was one of those for me. As were the posts in mid-October about Robert’s medicine blanket (which is another emotional link to Native Americans for me) and about seeing Noel at Stanford Hospital again.
But life has a habit of simply continuing, and of being perfectly ordinary most of the time. Thank goodness for that, too.
That tall skinny kid of mine whose picture I posted recently? I just booked his plane ticket home from the university for his pre-op. They think the tumor is benign, but the sooner it’s out of there and biopsied, the happier we’ll all be.
Robert, when you read this, please know that I am wrapping your blanket around that boy of mine the second he walks in the door Saturday.
And he’ll be fine.