Friday, September 08, 2006
It Makes Me a Little Sad
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They started tearing down our old burned out church yesterday. So many memories there... so many people had so many important events happen there... We had a dedication for the parenting of our children there, Jeremiah, Isaac, and two years earlier, Willy. We had Willy's memorial service there. My sons were baptised in that baptistry. Brenda and I renewed our wedding vows there. My friends had their children married and their parents buried through services held there. And my son, playing with a candle, burned it all up in an evening that nearly hurt or killed a half dozen people.
And it is coming down.
But life goes on. My father in law is threatening to sleep in the truck because I won't say that it wasn't alcohol that caused his problems. I have to move furniture and set up computers today to prepare for students next week. There is a 9/11 memorial service I am working on, and an assembly about it the following day. I have lessons to write, handouts to type up...
I haven't much to say... except that I wish I was as strong and wise and gentle and giving as everyone thinks I am. I wish I was half the man my dog thinks I am.