Blogging Blahs

I have several things I could be blogging about that go back to Easter, but I just don't have the motivation. I have a case of the blogging blahs...where I want to blog, but I'm not sure what I want to tackle first. I'll get to it, but not today. I am happy to report that I finally finished labeling and organizing all the pictures from our computer recovery that happened in February of 2009! Two-and-a-half years later, it's finally done. However, I still need to go through the videos and then decide what to do about all the jumbled documents.  I probably won't get to that today either.

Maybe we were so busy leading up to our trip and then had very few moments of rest during the trip, that when we got home, we were just tired. You know how sometimes you feel like you need a vacation from your vacation? Then we spent 5 nights at Fletcher's Oparents house and caught up on some relaxation. We have plenty of things to do around the house, but we've only been doing things in small increments.

No matter how unmotivated I might be right now, I have so much to be thankful for. Most of us do, but we seldom focus on it. Something that happened this past week has made me reflect on some things. I just got back from visiting a neighbor down the street. I brought him some comfort food, as it's the only thing I could think of to actually do for him. My heart breaks for him and his former girlfriend's children, even though I didn't know them all that well. We were always cordial and he's helped me with a couple things around the house. She was always striking up a conversation with me on my walks. Unfortunately, she decided to take her own life on his back porch the night of the 4th or early the morning of the 5th and if the gunshot was heard, nobody thought twice about it because of fireworks.

We were out of town when it happened, but after visiting him today, I just feel terrible that he has to sit in his living room and see the scene, which probably carries some disturbing images, every day. The way his house is set up, you can see his back porch through windows in the kitchen and living room area. He told me the hardest part was not knowing why she did it. Which I'm sure is the question surrounding most situations like this.

When I heard about what happened, I thought of a couple friends I have that lost a parent to suicide. I always wondered what they thought as they grew up without their fathers or the questions they had or the questions they saw their mothers struggle with. I also thought of a recent incident where a high school boy took his own life and even my friend (who was a friend of his) struggled with understanding why.

I just want Fletcher to know that I hope he never has to go through those thoughts with any of his friends or family members. I also want him to know just how much he is loved no matter what he may think at any given time of his life. Things may get difficult and sometimes you may feel like it's the end of everything, but please, precious child of mine...come to me no matter how old you are! I love you and always will!