Shattered

Published on 15:42, 07/17,2008
As if all the shattering of lives this week hasn't been enough (three deaths), on the way home today a piece-of-junk van threw a huge rock and shattered the windshield. Of My New Car. Now I have a nice (?) starburst that starts right at the top near the mirror. I wanted to cry (again).

Unofficially the word is that Fidge's parents are only going to have a graveside service for him. He will be buried next to his great-grandfather, who died on June 18.

I'm taking a mental health day tomorrow. I may bury myself under the covers and stay there all day. No, too much to do. But I am going to take a few hours and go to the Y and bask in some lovely summer rays.

We have a Bridges family reunion all day Saturday and a wedding to go to that evening. Did I mention that our wild-child daughter is coming in tomorrow night? Bless her heart. She's driving 6 hours here to go to the picnic on Saturday and then will turn around and drive back on Sunday. Pray for her safety. Lots of traveling and I've had all the tragedies for one week that I can stand.