Tuesday, January 27, 2009
It seemed like a tough day at work, today. Too many more hugs, too many more glances, looks, condolences. Everyone is so touched. Too many more cards in the mail, on top of the death certificate, the medical examiner's report and certificate, the funeral bills, Stefan's last bills, and paperwork for the insurances... (Maybe if we got the mail more often, it would not all arrive at once.)
I'm not keeping up with my exercise, and I'd better do it. Martin's been good with the treadmill.
People talk to me about church and that's good, but I'm not sure where to send them. We're kind of split in the family about where to go. Someone told me, they've admired Martin and me about how we've handled things and they want to be sure that if one of their little boys dies (cutest little rascals, always in danger of serious accidents) he/they would go to heaven, too. I can fully empathize with that. That was good and we cried, but...
Bror wrote somewhere else: start a Bible study, call a pastor. We used to have great Bible study out here. Anyways, who knows.
Andrea is not home, yet, and it's past nine on a school night...