Mourning and Praising

Yesterday was a rainy one all day long which fit my mood of mourning.  It was a good one.  A necessary one.  And there will be many more such days.  But today I am returning to doing stuff.  Getting the 4-Runner to the shop for a day of maintenance work.  Yoga class tonight.  Fittingly, no one came to class yesterday morning so my only personal contact all day long was with Frank who was also "heavy-hearted."  We felt sorrow - especially for Steve, Donna and Justin.  I can only imagine how heavy-hearted they are.  My most dreadful fear for the past fifty-one years has been some catastrophic occurrence happening to one of my two sons who are now 49 and 50.  (Tate will be 51 Nov. 18.  Luke is 49 as of October 24. )  I thank God every day for their presence in my life.