Late Night Musings
Last night, like each night this past week (I cannot believe it's been a full week), we were up late with my in-laws. Bed time is the worst. Being alone with your thoughts is terrible. They are afraid of it I think. And I understand why.
So each night, when everyone leaves, we sit, drink tea, tell stories. We are exhausted. But we stay together. Because there is an inherent strength in the togetherness. Slowly we make our way up to their room. Stopping in each room on the way. Drinking our tea. Eating the cookies people have brought. Talking.
After the service yesterday evening, my father-in-law said a few words that resonated. He mentioned how angry Jonny would be that we were all so sad. That we needed to do our best to smile because that's what he would have wanted.
And it's true. This moping around was not his style. I never saw him angry. Ever. It's kind of unbelievable. But true...
Here are some thoughts I scribbled last night. Late. After I put my children then my parents to bed. And I had a moment of silence. In the dark.: