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I feel like I should apologize for not updating for so long. Then I feel a bit immodest for wanting to apologize – what, do I think there are so many people waiting with baited breath for my next post? It’s a weird thing, having a blog.

My reasons: I was in internet blackout mode for much of last week (insofar as possible, given that I work in web design) for fear of Harry Potter spoilers. I’ve been busier at work than I normally am. And my kids haven’t done anything interesting, funny, or adorable lately so what’s to write about? (Joke.)
Our parish priest died in his sleep a few nights ago. I was talking to my mother-in-law about it, and she said she can’t figure out the reason behind it. (By which she meant the cosmic reason, not the actual reason – he died of sleep apnea, apparently.) I was struck by that. I’ve never been one to believe that “everything happens for a reason.” Is there a reason that Aimee’s friend, a young woman of three young children, may not live to see her kids grow up? If there is a reason, it would have to be a pretty crappy one. I’d prefer to believe that things just happen. I don’t think that God makes things happen; I think that God is just there to help us cope with what does happen.

Uh, welcome back! This isn’t quite what I planned to write about. I’m not sure what I’m even trying to say. Maybe I should disappear for another week.

Anyway. Here’s a cute pic from our vacation, which seems like years ago already. Do we have cute kids or what?

Comments

aimee said…
Hi! I missed you! And is it immodest of me to say, "Does there have to be anyone else that misses you if I do?" Maybe a little, huh?

I have struggled with that "everything happens for a reason" too. I still struggle with it.

Sweet photo. You will have to email that to me.
Anonymous said…
I missed you too! So that is two of us.

I also struggle with the reasons of things happening. It seems almost trite to say that, or maybe it is trite because we hear it so much. But I really don't know what I think. What possible reason can there be for young mothers to die of cancer, or for children to die, or for hundreds of other things that seem unexplainable to us? I just don't know.

That is one of the few group photos with Phoebe in it. I am working on my scrapbook of that week, and I seem to have very few pictures of her.

Mom

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