Still Hurts

Nine years. Feels like yesterday. Like any kind of grieving, it never stops hurting, you just find a way to move forward with the grief as your uninvited companion.

Many blessings to those families who lost loved ones on this day nine years ago. Their heroism is beyond measure and I am forever grateful.

Just Don't Look At It

Greg got a new haircut. It's a buzz cut from the nape of his neck to about halfway up his head and then it's his regular length. I was proud of him for doing that. He knows I get bored with the usual "look". You know what I mean - the uniform that men of his age wear - khaki pants, polo shirt, some sort of brown leather shoe, hair cut short and parted on the side or slicked back. YAWN.

The three of us were riding in the car last night and Greg asked Emma what she thought of his hair and she's like, "EH."

EH???

He questioned her about her response, "You don't like it? I wanted to try something different." She replied, "Welllll....it's not terrible. I mean, it's okay - you know - if you're not LOOKING at it or anything."

I swear, that kid....so damn funny!