I’ve never had so many readers in one day on my blog than I did yesterday.  That wasn’t my intent at all.  But from what it seems, it’s comforting for others to know that Heather has someone to speak on her behalf–and to have known exactly what happened during those God awful ten seconds that changed so many people’s lives.  And while I live with the grief of the memories, it is nothing compared to the change in the lives of her family.  Of her husband.  And her two little children.  And her parents.  And all those others whose lives were touched.  My grief is real, and it was life changing–but it doesn’t stop me from living my life as before. And that can’t be said for others.  And for that, my grief is multiplied on their behalf.

Today, after breakfast, I took the boys out to stomp in the puddles.  We reached a record high before 7:30 am.  I always get itching for spring on days like this.  The snow is nearly melted, though I know that will only last for a couple days before we get another snow storm.  Today sixties.  Tomorrow thirties.  Friday twenties.  For all I know, it might be one hundred next week.  All this up and down leaves everyone confused.  We were at my parent’s house a couple weeks ago, and they already had daffodils starting to pop up in their landscaping bed.  Talk about confused. Our venture outside didn’t last long–Carter fell into a mud puddle and that was the end of our fun.