Storms, a visit, an icky and a good book
My little buddies just left, I'm scanning my music collection, listening to "100 Years" by Five For Fighting and breathing a sigh of relief. Some nasty storms passed through about an hour and a half ago -- strong winds, heavy rain, big hail and a tornado warning. A tornado passed over our neck of the woods, though didn't touch down (thank God). Ben, Dylan, Deacon, Joey and I were all huddled together in our designated area for about 20 minutes. Deacon and I had previously been napping on the couch when I heard the thunder and decided I might ought to check out the weather (we'd been warned that we had some rough stuff coming in this afternoon). It wasn't long after that that the tornado sirens went off. I quickly fixed Deacon a bottle, then huddled. It was kinda spooky for awhile. I'm usually very brave when Gary's here, but today I wasn't so much. I'd have been okay if I hadn't had the boys here, but my mind was focused on keeping them safe and making sure we had pillows to cover us up.
After the worst had passed, Ben went out and found a couple pieces of hail (golf ball size). Gary had called and said they had baseball size hail at the cemetery, with some pretty powerful winds. I imagine there'll be quite the mess to clean up out there when this is all said and done.
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Meg and I went to see Mark and Becky last night. Mark was in a room full of guys. We were told Becky was in the bedroom with a couple gals and to go on back. We both held it together pretty well, as did Becky, though she seemed totally exhausted. She said she was still numb and reality hadn't set in just yet. We hugged and held on to each other for a long time. She held on so tight. At that moment, I was wishing we humans had superhuman powers and that I could bring Tony back for her. I think I'd have just about given my life if it would have meant she could have her son back. We talked for just a little while, told her how much we love her and Mark, then left with the promise of visiting again soon (next week). I want to keep in close touch with her, to let her talk about Tony, cry, whatever she needs. She needs to hear his name, to know his memory is alive and will remain. She said she thinks one reason it all hasn't set in yet is because she wasn't able to see him after he died. I understand that. She didn't get the chance to say good-bye. Hopefully in time she'll be able to accept that remembering him the way she last saw him is the best.
I still worry about her, but I'd about bet she's got a strength within her that we've yet to see. I pray it's there anyway. Right now she's so fragile and she holds on to whoever hugs her as if she's afraid she'll lose them, too. Please continue to pray for them.
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On a lighter note, before Meggan took the boys home, I checked Deacon's diaper and it needed changing . . . BOY! did it ever need changing!! At first I didn't think it was so bad, but at the unveiling, I discovered I was soooo wrong. Dylan was in the room with me. I told Deacon he had a maggot gagger. Dylan laughed and went and told his mom that "Deacon had a magnet gagger". He thought that was so funny! Of course, I did, too. Magnet gagger is probably better than my version. Needless to say, it was icky!
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Started reading Mark Levin's "Liberty and Tyranny" and it is one of THE best non-fiction books I've ever read. It's hard to put down, but harder to read when little ones are wanting attention, know what I'm sayin'? Hopefully I'll be able to bury myself in it tonight after supper. I hope you take the time to pick it up and give it a read.
After the worst had passed, Ben went out and found a couple pieces of hail (golf ball size). Gary had called and said they had baseball size hail at the cemetery, with some pretty powerful winds. I imagine there'll be quite the mess to clean up out there when this is all said and done.
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Meg and I went to see Mark and Becky last night. Mark was in a room full of guys. We were told Becky was in the bedroom with a couple gals and to go on back. We both held it together pretty well, as did Becky, though she seemed totally exhausted. She said she was still numb and reality hadn't set in just yet. We hugged and held on to each other for a long time. She held on so tight. At that moment, I was wishing we humans had superhuman powers and that I could bring Tony back for her. I think I'd have just about given my life if it would have meant she could have her son back. We talked for just a little while, told her how much we love her and Mark, then left with the promise of visiting again soon (next week). I want to keep in close touch with her, to let her talk about Tony, cry, whatever she needs. She needs to hear his name, to know his memory is alive and will remain. She said she thinks one reason it all hasn't set in yet is because she wasn't able to see him after he died. I understand that. She didn't get the chance to say good-bye. Hopefully in time she'll be able to accept that remembering him the way she last saw him is the best.
I still worry about her, but I'd about bet she's got a strength within her that we've yet to see. I pray it's there anyway. Right now she's so fragile and she holds on to whoever hugs her as if she's afraid she'll lose them, too. Please continue to pray for them.
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On a lighter note, before Meggan took the boys home, I checked Deacon's diaper and it needed changing . . . BOY! did it ever need changing!! At first I didn't think it was so bad, but at the unveiling, I discovered I was soooo wrong. Dylan was in the room with me. I told Deacon he had a maggot gagger. Dylan laughed and went and told his mom that "Deacon had a magnet gagger". He thought that was so funny! Of course, I did, too. Magnet gagger is probably better than my version. Needless to say, it was icky!
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Started reading Mark Levin's "Liberty and Tyranny" and it is one of THE best non-fiction books I've ever read. It's hard to put down, but harder to read when little ones are wanting attention, know what I'm sayin'? Hopefully I'll be able to bury myself in it tonight after supper. I hope you take the time to pick it up and give it a read.
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