Tuesday, March 20, 2012


Lent is in full swing. Usually I like to work on the psalms in Lent, also my pet Sunday project.  This year things are different.  This year, my brain is mush.
This is the second time that this has happened. 
The first time was May 2005, when my 22-year-old grandson Derek drowned on his sister's 19th birthday.  Stricken with grief, I could not think. I certainly could not write.  The young man's death was bad enough, but what made it even more tragic was that his father, my eldest son Frank, was nearing the end of his ten-year battle with esthesioneuroblastoma, a rare cancer that took his life in November of the same year.  That was six years ago.
This is not the sort of thing that one gets over.  You simply get through it.  Life somehow carries on.
Now, my brain is mush once more.  The nightmare is recurring, believe it or not.  Now my second son, Ken, is afflicted with advanced lung cancer which has spread to his lungs and kidneys. This is a different person, and a different cancer, but my brain is the same mush.
Perhaps returning to blogging with help me move through the mush.  Without my faith in God, I really don't know what on earth I would do.  Please pray!