So my last little post was the first Haiku I’ve ever written. There will be more poetry to come, I can feel it, but it is fluttery and light at this time, landing only long enough to drop a word or a thought, then taking flight again before I can catch it.

In the past 3 weeks, 2 families dear to my heart have buried sons. One, a 23 yr old, who lost his battle with cancer. The other, a 24 yr old, killed on his way to his job as a high school band director, in an auto accident.

I am not sure for which set of my friends it was, is, hardest. The family that watched their much-loved son battle for 5 years with an enemy (brain cancer) that should have taken him much sooner, per his doctors…who was so ready to live, to have a family and work and love and follow his Lord. Or the son who was doing all of that already, with a wife, a small daughter, another child on the way, and a bright and promising future laid in front of him that he was already walking in to.

“No parent should have to bury their child” said Theoden, King of Rohan in LotR, and he was right. Unfortunately, too many do.

Grief…I think I will be writing on that subject. I have had to hug my own sons a bit tighter, for which they complain a bit more, but they are at that age *wink*. Hug your kids. You need it as much as they do.