Time marches on...
This week has been quite busy for me. Getting up around 5:30 each morning to take Allison to seminary, turning around and coming home to get Ashley up and running and then taking her to school. I either go to the gym before I go to work or I head straight to work. Lately I've been going straight to work. So much to do there...and not nearly enough time to do it in.
This week has been parent teacher conferences and I've been racing from school to school to Interpret for teachers and parents. I've had meetings and conferences and summits and more meetings. I'm meetinged out. Yes, that's a word. Hush.
I've had long chats with the mother of my friend that died...and I had lunch with her brother. My heart aches for them... Perhaps the ache is the realization of my own mortality coming home to roost within me. Or because it's the first of our little tight knit high school group that has died.
I'm not sure. I do know that we go on. This life isn't all there is. I know this as I know the sun will rise in the east each morning. I know I'll see Karen again, as I'll see all my loved ones that have finished their mortal probation and have moved on.
Right now I'm tired...exhausted. Sleep sounds good to me. G'nite children.