Half a Cup of Blues

Sunday, March 12, 2006

My Cup Runneth Over ...

...with sadness.

I blog-hopped this evening.
I read about BHD's trip back east to be with family.
I felt sad.

Brian gave his father a beautiful eulogy at An Audience of One.
He misses his dad.
I cried.

I wanted to go somewhere I had never been.
I followed a link from Brian's page.

The name appealed to me.
It was The Narcissist's Secrets.
It has a new name now: The Next Chapter.
I read about the birth and death of the beautiful baby Oliver.
He was 12 days old.
I cried.

Oddly enough these last two connected for me.
The most important man of my childhood was my granddad.
He was the kindest, gentlest, most loving man - ever.
I was born on his 54th birthday.
I loved and respected him like Brian did his father.
I wanted to name my daughter (if I had one) after him.
His name was Oliver.

I'm turning the computer off for the rest of the night.
My heart hurts for people that I don't even know.

Tonight's Plan: Make a wish for peace and healing around the world.


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