Sounds. Memories.

I started listening to Sigur Ros again -- Agaetis Byrjun. The song after the intro is called Svefn g englar.

As I listened to this song today while at work it conjured up the idea of sirens (yes, like TI sirens -- without all the sexual crap). The next thought that came was me standing at the top of a huge cliff in Mexico. Looking down toward the ocean, I saw rocks, water and sea lions.

The memory was of a family trip I took with my mom and dad a long time ago.

Both the memory and the song are beautifully sad. It reminds me of my father because he was there on the trip, he took us there. How I miss the way my father was. How I will miss him when he is no longer in this world. I miss him already. I miss him and I love him. With all his faults he was and is and will always be a good man.

I cry for him. I cry for me.

See Tommy

I saw Tommy Peterson Today. Seeing him made my day. It was good to see you, man.

Thank you, Father.

Ramon

Perfect English

There came a time in my life where I began to resent my parents for not speaking "perfect english". Along with that, I realized that the real problem layed with me. My lack of pactience was the true culprit.

The Palmers

I'm indebted to the Palmer's. What Father provided them with (close knit community, love, suffering) he too has provided for us. I'm thankful, Mark never seemed to hold back the reality of their situation.

Community

Last week Father brought together our community at my parent's home. We first met up at the Stoddards and then headed over to my parents for time of loving each other and praying for one another.

Indebted

There are SO MANY PEOPLE who need to be thanked individually and as a whole. My family and I are indebted to all of our brothers and sisters who continue to stand with us, and bear through this time of pain and transition. You all deserve to mentioned by name, but I'm sure many of you rather me keep your names silent. May you all be honored for your love. May His Kingdom come.

Instead of mentioning your names, I will mention your beautiful deeds (in no particular order):

Monday night Dinners

Wednesday night Dinners

Prayers and Afirmation

Home retrofitting

Being showered with spontaneous groceries

Assitance in filling out medicaid application

Picking up and dropping off prescriptions

Hanging out with my Dad

Offers of money

Helping my mom take my dad to doctors appoinments

Running errands

Offering a place to stay for visiting family to stay in

Mouring with my family

Rejoicing with my family

The list goes on ... I know I am forgetting somethings.

Happy

I'm filled with tears because there's help. I'm happy.