The Bunny Aftermath

Happy Monday! I hope everyone had a good holiday weekend, or just weekend, should you not celebrate Easter. The six-foot bunny did indeed visit our house, and not only left my kids lots of candy and colored eggs, but left my 8 year old strep throat. My wife had to take him to the doctor this morning. He’s had it a few times so it looks like a tonsillectomy for him. Unfortunately Will had a rough weekend, not eve due to strep, but one of his friends passed away unexpectedly. He had a rare and undiagnosed heart condition, and passed away in his sleep. My wife and I went back and forth about telling him, but decided it was better to be truthful, and hear the news from us, rather than from one of his friends. This way he could ask us the questions that we both new would come, as well as help him to cope with loss. We both sat with him Friday night, as he cried for his friend, and his sadness. We too thought so much about the parents and how painful it must be. I thought of my grandfather’s face when my mother died, and the pain he felt at burying his child. It was something he never recovered from. He died about a year and a half later, still mourning her. I have some other postings to make, but want this post to stand on its own, and have a moment to remember Will’s friend.
~Another Day

Do Not Stand at my Grave and Weep
Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

-Mary Elizabeth Frye
(1904-2004)