With all the sadness I've been immersed in, I've neglected to mention that we're closing on our house on Monday!!!! It's been a long time coming. Frankly, although my parents have been quite generous in housing us these 4 months, it's time for us to move into our own home again. At 2 pm we will start our closing and then we will be official homeowners. YAY!!! It would've been today, but we had pouring rain all day Wednesday and they couldn't lay the sod. Nor on Thursday. And, not even today. So, they will lay sod tomorrow and we will close on Monday.
We had a preliminary walk through on Wednesday. The house is beautiful and close to perfect. I'm a bit daunted by the task of keeping it orderly, but with these handy dandy handy dandy notebook project ideas (click on each word for different entries by Kim and Elizabeth).
I will post pictures of the empty, very clean house as soon as I am able. Which at the rate I go on the blog will be after I move in!! LOL!!
Please bear with me as I grieve. I don't think I can make it to the funeral and it's sunk me pretty low. Too many forces are against me and I think God is telling me something. I feel this need to talk about this friend of mine. I tend to be very stoic so I'm pouring myself out here on this blog. I just got this link to a news article about Dave. There's a wonderful picture of Dave and his family before he returned to Iraq after his R&R.
It rained almost all day today. We had our house inspection before closing (supposedly this Friday, but most likely on Monday) today on top of therapy. I have a one hour drive each way. So, in the rain, I had a lot of time to think. It's been a bit of a melancholy day. Here are some of my random thoughts:
So, as you can see I'm pretty melancholy. On the flip side although I didn't get any pictures, the house is beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.
Cheryl tagged for this.
I think everyone else has been tagged. If you haven't then know I've tagged you!
We met while my husband was stationed at Fort Bragg. He and my husband were assigned to the same unit and became fast friends. He had quick wit and kept me laughing all the time. He had a generous spirit. He was what I called a closet softie. He was all bark and no bite.
Yesterday, he was killed in action by a roadside IED. He leaves behind a wife and 4 month old son. I am having such difficulty with this tragedy, but his wife is a true wonder. Even in the midst of her sorrow, she knows that he died doing what he believed in. He thought we needed to be there and that we were doing a good thing. She also knows she will meet him again.
Please pray for my friend, Major David G. Taylor. I loved him like he was my own brother. I miss him terribly.
When Brother was a baby, he never cried when he received shots. He was a mellow baby so I thought it was just part of his personality. Since receiving his diagnosis of autism 2 years ago, I realize it was he did not feel the pain. He cannot feel soft touches on his body and if he does, he can't stand it. You can see it in how hard he grips his pencils. There's a name for it, but I don't remember it. It's part of his sensory integration dysfunction. I've read too many technical terms in these past years to be able to keep in my head. So, one of the problems we encounter is this:
We went out to eat with my family last night and a mosquito or two entered the car with us. These awful bugs went to town on Brother. He didn't realize he had been bitten until they started to itch. By then, the mosquito(s) had dined quite well on Brother.