Well, I must admit I have been quite the debbie downer as of late. As I read over my last post, especially, it feels very raw and sensational. I am still really pissed. And even more so as it was released today that the older brother stabbed them all to death and then set the house on fire. Why? Because he wanted to take a year off from school and backpack in Europe and they didn’t want him too. He was not getting his way.
Here is a link to a report featuring 50 of our kids holding a memorial for Josh.
The kids walked from Town Hall to his home. I saw their faces and it must just be heartwrenching to try and understand. Too much…too, too much. But please get angry at the part about Josh’s Myspace Page. That awful reporter-so not necessary.
But the one thing I know about this community is that there will be an incredible amount of caring, support, and love going around to those who are hurting and scared. I have heard stories of people being lifted up by this community in their greatness moments of need. I think the only hard part is it is the community that needs the lifting right now. Tomorrow morning we are opening up the school for families to come and eat food and try to start healing. I know I starting crying the minute I pulled into the parking lot. It will be good for kids to get in there before Monday, as we have been on vacation this week.
So here is the good stuff. I called the doctor twice today because it was the third day of vomitrosious Molly. THREE days of eating or drinking anything and it coming back up. She was skinny before…I can count her ribs. I think I remember my niece, Kater going through something like this last year…baby I send you hugs retroactive. This is awful. So finally they gave me a prescription for a suppository to stop the nausea and vomiting. The only problem being it was just me and the girls. I called the baby-sitter, not home. Called the Rad Randalls, not home…finally called some new friends who are both ER nurses at Lovely York Hospital. Dan, the man, was home and said his mom just arrived and he would be happy to go pick up the prescription for us. Really, the man. I almost cried. Not only that he gave out free medical advice and even said he would pick up her zythromax for us at the hospital tonight for her ear infection and drop it off on his way home in the morning. Gasp-cry-huge EXHALE. And guess what?! the suppository is working. She ate half a piece of flat bread before bed…Inhaled actually and promptly fell asleep. That is like a 5 course meal for her. So even if she pukes…she has kept some of it because it has been an hour since she fell asleep. Excuse my french, but fuck yeah!
So here are some happy things to leave you with…
1. Ella beat me like a gazillion times at Uno today and totally rubbed it in all sassy-like. That’s my girl.
2. Ella and I made kick-ass Inspiration Soup from Moosewoods Broccoli Forest. Spinach, Artichoke, Mushrooms, Potatoes…in an amazing broth…food for the soul. Or at least my soul.
3. This picture
4. My maineman puts up with my craziness and loves me like a champ. Even when I yell at him for no reason.
5. I can watch Carol Burnett as Miss Hannigan in Annie a gazillion times and never get tired of it. Carol Burnett is a goddess. And with that I will leave you—Enjoy! And thanks to all who called and commented. We know we are loved here. And back to happier times.