John, Grandma H - and one fur and two red/pink things
"crimson seed", "drinking honey from the rock" and "gentle wing"
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Today was the 3rd year anniversary of brother John's death.
I was going through a cupboard earlier today in mom's house and found a scrap book that she had made about everything from his life - report cards, school pictures, newspaper articles that he was in, boyscouts etc... . I had never seen this scrap book ever before (which is strange - I thought I knew about everything in that house). When I was over there visiting mom tonight I looked through it, read it all. John was in a lot of the YMCA boys sports teams. He was on the basketball team and the swim team before he was injured in wrestling. And mom had lots of newspaper articles clipped about the "15 year old hurt in wrestling accident". It just made me feel so bad for mom and dad all over again. How horrible it must have been to have your son paralyzed.
I stopped on my way home from mom's house and looked at the sky tonight. Listened to the crickets. The moon is bright and the stars are shining. If you really are there somewhere John I felt you looking down in peace. But it still made me sad to miss you. I thought a lot about you today but didn't "feel" anything till now.
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I found this picture of me with my father's mother. Lots of family resemblance between dad and his mother I think. Especially when he got really old.
