Last night Ernie and the boys picked me up and we headed down to Tuscola for a visitation. Our beloved Bonnie, from Fries and Peanuts, lost her father. Ernie and I had decided that we wanted to go to the visitation. Ever since going through these things myself I realize how much it can mean when someone makes an effort to show they care. We told the boys they didn't have to go, that it was up to them to decide. They both said they wanted to go. That touched me. If I had said, "we should all go," then I wouldn't think twice about it, but the fact that they both decided on their own that they wanted to be there for Bonnie made me very proud of them. They have such good, good hearts.
The evening was beautiful, rain had just passed through and the sun was setting. The fields looked stunning. On our way home we watched lightning flashing in the clouds and not long after we got home a nice long rain began. We sat and watched the Cubs game and again, I say to you sports fans, "how do you DO it?" It's SO STRESSFUL! The boys even came down and watched the end of it with us. I am so happy for Chicago. We couldn't help but wonder what it was like at our old neighborhood bar in Chicago, the Lighthouse....
No pictures to share but lots of them in my mind.
