I feel quite lucky to have friends that knew Lev, that knew us as a family with two boys
Friends who aren't afraid to mention Lev
I've sat in a lot of grief groups where parents share how their friends left them,
Unable to handle the grief,
Silence following the mention of their son's name
But not our friends
While we may be the one in ten million unluckiest people in the world
We are also lucky to have friends that really try to understand
Friends who share stories and aren't afraid to bring up Lev's name
Friends who email random memories and thoughts
Because we never forget
Because today John and Jeana gave us a gnome globe
Because
Just because
It's ridiculous, and small carrots float around the gnome's head
And it's a kitchen timer, so it's silly and useful
It's very Lev and they thought of him and of us
And our kids, who should all be the same age
That they thought of Lev
And shared
Thanks to all who continue to share.
And on another thought, if you're wondering, six years and a half years later the grief is about the same as year 4.
The first three were horrible, and then we settled in to our new life
And here we are, and our new life has many wonderful things about it - top of the list having Jaal and our little Sunshine home
But, it doesn't mean we miss Lev any less
And as we make new friends and have new experiences I appreciate those who knew us before, held us then, and are here now
Love to all
… sometimes you just need to play the Dixie Chicks, Silent House and cry, just because you've become one of those people who strays from their feelings and then needs to connect
And then smile at the gnome, just 'cause
