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Our oldest son graduates this weekend from high school. I am so proud of this young man.
Please pray along with me that he(or his siblings)will not inherit this horrible disease that their father suffers from.
It should be a very stressful weekend for my hb. But, I am going to do my best to keep him up. I am so excited to see family and friends that we haven't seen for a while.
We are getting ready to move in June...so that is keeping us busy, too.
Will write more when I can.
Yesterday we had a garage sale.
I was lucky enough to come across a couple who appeared to be in their early sixties. Both were very friendly and talked to me like they had known me for years.
I watched them interact while they were looking through the garage sale items. They spoke to each other with love, friendship, respect. They were "easy" with each other...does that make sense? They wanted to be together and felt "easy" in their skin and relationship. The comraderie (sp?) between the two was so special.
Granted, I know nothing of these people, what goes on behind closed doors, what their life together has been like. But I like to think that they have most always have treated each other this way and have had a happy life together.
I almost think that they were sent to my garage sale for a purpose. For me to see that it is possible to love and be loved. To be treated with respect. To answer when someone says something. To feel so easy in one's own skin to be free to enjoy life.
He never said "Pull your head out of your ass" or "You are the stupidest bitch!" She never winced when he spoke or stood chewing her fingernails worrying that she would say something to offend him and set him off. He was not glancing around to see who was "watching" him, "following him". She never smiled that stupid "pardon us" smile when people were wondering what he was mumbling about.
They paid for their items and went on their way. I can't stop thinking about them. I can't get it out of my head.
It is so sad that it will never be that way at our house. Sad is the only way to describe it.