"Back the boat up!"

I love the term "missed the boat", thus "hold the boat", or "back the boat up" is my relevant terminology. I've had a running look over the years, at all the things that some of my peeps miss......actually I just wait and watch what will happen with certain things. For instance, I refuse to pick up the delivered newspaper and some days I just check off the days on the calendar it lays there on the driveway. May sound strange, but here are a few others. Maybe you can relate. *Checking the toothbrush to see if anyone has used it this week, or should I say this month. *measuring the mold growing up the glass which finds itself always on top of the TV in the bedroom. *Who really put the gas mask on the kitchen table, and for what reason. *Is there a reason why the phone is never on the phone base? You would think so when the peeps ask why it doesn't work, when we all know it has to be "charged" for that to happen. * Did you know that people don't show up for events if you don't call them, or organize the event beforehand. *What kind of sci-fi movie creature removes the milk lids and piles them up in the corner of the fridge. *Why do mothers only clean up fresh vomit when it happens? *For that fact,why are mothers the only people who clean up booggers on the walls, or a sick dogs mess, or spilled milk, or spilled liquid for that matter. How bout dog poop on the lawn. Speaking of the lawn, just replacing the water meter lid is part of boat missing. What is to become of the society of D-peeps who can't handle any of these? Only time will tell, but as for me, I think I've actually become one of "them".

For the last eight years, my friend Gina and I give a birthday party for my departed son Timmy. We hold it at the cemetery, weather permitting. That may seem weird, but it is a way of celebrating and acknowledging his birth and his time spent here. We usually have a picnic, wear birthday hats and do silly things. To me, in the now, it is important to develop good memories and activities, to offset the pain and loneliness of missing him . I know he stands close to me often, for I feel of his spirit,or he communicates his presence by a familiar song that seems to play at odd times. I feel good sometimes knowing I have moved through some of the horrific pains of his death and rectified enough to move along. But I miss him, and feel glad for that, because I always want to miss him, because I love him so much. At present I can always bring myself back to the fact that he is doing so well on the other side and I'm sure he feels some sense of contentment knowing we can move forward with our lives. Happy 27th Birthday Timmy!
(Do you think people refer to him as "Timmy" still?)
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