Impact

We spent Super Bowl, (Emily's birthday this year!!) at Jeff's home.  Jeff, Dori, Sherri, Bentley, Sarah, Dan, Cameron, Ian, Ryan, and I sat around to withstand the blackout and the 49er's amazing almost-comeback.  We sat at the edge of our seats consuming a traditional game day feast wishing the end results were different.  Ryan especially.

Although the game was a disappointment, it was not a tragedy.  We were not sad for long.

We found out Super Bowl morning, Emily-day morning, that one of Ryan's classmates had passed away.  It put a cloak of numbness on the day.  In the hours to follow, I heard more glimpses into the reality of how Kimberlee Rasmussan lived her life.

Another blow came, as I heard that my mama's mama passed away.  My Maine Grammy and the thoughts, memories, and stories flooded this mind.  Alice Grey passed away in her sleep- I am not sure how much more peaceful it could be than that.

People, our loved ones,  their frailty and the profound impact of life and one another.  We have been reminded in this season.  As we are weeping; we recall, we celebrate, we breath deep, and we continue.