Good days and bad days

Yesterday was a tough day. There was no reason in particular. Well, maybe it was the baptisms at church. One of my Sunday school students, DJ, and his sisters were baptized. I just love DJ. He's a little odd, slightly off-kilter, and so, so loving. His little sisters, a 3-year-old and two 20-month-olds, adore him because he dotes on them. He's so gentle and loving with them.

So, they were baptized and we sang the hymn, "Child of Promise." Rob and I both teared up a bit. It all got me to thinking about how loving Michael was and how much potential he had. Everything makes me think of Mike these days.

I came home from church and slept most of the afternoon.

I know Danny's having a really hard time and I worry about him. I worry just as much about the grandkids, who notice their father's depression and their mother's fear that she's going to find out she has cancer. I want to take them into my arms and shield them from all of this.

Most breast lumps are not cancer. I have to keep telling myself that.

Today was a little better. I was at work, writing about a day program for homeless people. I call what I do the bleeding-heart beat.

It being the end of the month, we got a slew of press releases about what May is. Every month, every week, every day is something-awareness month, week or day.

I want to take a year and call it Awareness-Free Year. Wait, that could be this year for all the discussion of real issues we're seening in the campaigns.

I went to the Y after work and worked out. It really does help alleviate stress.