Wiping off the dust

FFPHHEEEWWWW....  (That's me blowing the dust off this long-forgotten about blog.)

I'm tired of getting guilt-tripped by Katie (although she's really only reminding me of the guilt that I'm already feeling) about how I haven't written a blog post since NOVEMBER. I can tell you exactly why I didn't go back to writing, but mostly it would just be an excuse.

About a week after my last post, a friend of mine killed himself. More specifically, my best friend's husband killed himself.  So tragic, and for awhile I thought to myself that my blog seemed so trivial compared to what my friend is going through. How can I write about how happy my life is and how I feel so lucky when her life has now been turned upside down and her two-year old is now without her daddy? There's nothing to say, not much to do. and the fact that she lives 600 miles away just did not help the situation (in terms of me helping her). I wanted to write a post for him, and I started to a few times, but I could never get it right.

So I put it off... and off.. until I really recognized that my boys aren't getting any younger. In fact, every day they do something new and it amazes me. They make me laugh, and sometimes make me want to bang my head against a wall, but mostly they do the cutest little things that I don't want to forget. So here I go again... Blog, round 2.

Below is a picture of my aforementioned friend (to the right of Nathan) that was taken at Nathan's 30th birthday party. Sadly, the friend on the left also killed himself a few months after the picture was taken. Add that to my mother killing herself almost two years ago, and this is becoming a real downer of a blog.

Despite the conflicted emotions that come with looking at this picture, I still love it. What a great weekend that was. What sweet memories we have of our loved ones. Don, and Bill, and Mom... you are missed more than you know. So much is happening to the ones you've left behind, and you are missing it all. But as we move forward, and our kids get older, we'll cherish our memories and the times that we had together. Well, most of them. There are a few with my mother I'd rather forget, but what can you do?

womp, WomP WOMP....

And now...  on to happier (and mostly completely random) posts.