Woke up to some horrible news that puts it all into perspective for me. My nephew by marriage passed away this morning. He just never made it through the night. He was 16.

My sons are the most important part of my life, and sometimes I forget that. I get so involved in work, relationships, friendships and spinning around on this hectic sphere, that I don't take the time to show them. I cannot even begin to imagine what his mom feels like this morning, but I know how I feel. I feel fragile. I feel lucky. I feel like holding on to my sons and never letting go.

God bless our family and yours.

I can't seem to write anything that doesn't sound whiny to me these last few days. Everything comes out sounding like pointless questions:

Q:"Why?"
A:"Easy killer... why not?"

Q:"How?"
A:"You were there, you tell me!"

Q:"But..."
A:"That's not even a question!"

Even my supermarket list sounds desperate to me:

Apples
Relish
Wine
Rope
Hammer and nails

Not too obviously needy at first glance, but even a first year psychology student could tell you that it REEKS of desperation. The hammer and nails are a dead giveaway.

Speaking of supermarkets, I shop at Thunderdome. The produce aisle is a miracle of modern fruit merchandising. The cantaloupes are turned hourly by misting monkeys, and the bananas all wear helmets.

There's a wise old pumpkin-monger there every Tuesday. He always has a piece of earthy wisdom to impart. And since I have nothing, I thought I'd share his words with you:

"Ask whatever you want.
You may heed what I say, or you may not.
You may agree or not.
You may run away screaming when I'm through.
Or...
You may hear something that could very well change the way you perceive EVERYTHING.
I may hold the missing piece that leads to the answer to the question you've been asking your entire life!

...And the pumpkin will still be a pumpkin and cost 89¢ a pound."

What a Dick! lol