Living Under A Cloud

I started this post on March 28. I published it on April 16.
I feel as if I have been living under a cloud. I am still dealing with the murder suicide. I thought it would be over now. My daughter who was and still is dealing with health maintenance issues now is not sure she will graduate in May. My son is well an 18 year old male trying to decide if he will marticulate at a small liberal arts college that really really wants him or at a vanguard African American institution that could care less.

Recently and blogland this is getting tired for me as well, my wife's grandfather died early this week. He was 93 years old. I liked grand-daddy. He was a very interesting man. I think I have spoken of him in the past. He is a two time widower. He has one family that consisted of 1 son, and four daughters including my mother by law. After his wife died another daughter conceived during the marriage was introduced to her siblings.

Later he married another woman the age of his oldest daughter and had a passel of children with her. At least six. After she died the family met another daughter conceived during that marriage.

All the while he was the chief trustee and custodian at his church. Without making any judgments about him, he was who he was, it can be said, his children knew him. He never denied his children and always provided support to his children and their mothers.

The bad part is that I was had a big Easter Sunday planned and could not cancel any plans and the air fares were too high so we drove almost 1500 miles between 2pm CDT Friday and 4 am CDT Sunday with a funeral sandwiched in the middle.

The weather and the traffic conditions were fantastic and satellite radio is a dream come true for the long road trip. But that was ridiculous. However it was important that we were there and I did get to see my daughter and that was worth it all.

I have so missed blogging it seems as if one forms a little family relationship with a group of bloggers. As many of you know I find some of you out of the box. I appreciate your comments and most of all I appreciate how you help us cope.

Oh and by the way. The young man with HIV is doing well, he kind of fell into drugs and alcohol for a moment but he is back and his treatment is going well.

Last but not least...another random conversation.

G: Hello.

Tony is calling. Tony is a man who I thinks wants to be my friend, but he spends a lot of time evaluating you for friendship value. Recently I think we have become friends, he gives me slack now.


T: Hi. Have you heard.

G: No what's going on?

T: Lisa Andrea is pregnant. (Lisa is his 17 year old daughter) I was so hurt and mad at her.

G: Wow, that is rough.

T: I wanted to take her straight to the clinic.

G: Oh really, I thought you were pro life.

T: See that's why you need to preach more about these life issues. You are pro choice aren't you?

G: Pro choice but not necessarily pro abortion. I know that some folks are not equipped for this and since I am not willing to take care of anybody's baby right now I don't feel it right for me to tell somebody else what they have to do.

T: Lisa Andrea is six months pregnant.

G: Get out. I saw her last Sunday how could that be?

T: I went out looking for a clinic.

G: Come on at this stage she has to literally give birth to have an abortion.

T: I know. But she's so young.

G: But she has made her choice.

T: When I meet the daddy I'm going to ....

G: Remember how the mothers of the 2 women you got pregnant when they were young felt.

T: Damn you.

G: I love you too.