did you know...

that i have a photograph hanging in the art gallery of ontario??

ok, i wish... really i just went here: http://www.dumpr.net/museumr.php?

key west

i know i should post about our trip and i was working on it... but i couldn't decide which pics to post and this here already took me an embarrassing amount of time... so consider this a preview:

more will follow when it's not past my bedtime. :D

i should not be ordering funeral flowers for a 4 yr old.

turns out i can't go to the funeral today. the airline wanted to be a loser about changing my flight. they were completely unhelpful which is really frustrating. and i feel like such a loser because here i am going on vacation but i can't go to my only nephew's funeral. i just wish i could be there with my brother.

so one more day til florida. i'm really looking forward to getting away. oddly enough, i plan on getting a lot done- reading, creating, photographing, and soul searching but hopefully it will be productive. God's really been doing something in me, through a lot of people and books and i'm looking forward to (hopefully) some time to really think.

sorry folks...

due to a recent rash in "spam" type comments on my past posts, comment moderation has been enabled. i'm sick of going back through my posts deleting these dumb things and can't think of a better way to prevent them other than the word verification, which is a pain in the arse. :D

march 4

riley died today. i guess there's no other way to say it. along with the news came all sorts of emotions.

1. sadness- four years old...it's too young for anyone to die.
2. relief- from suffering, from living each day knowing that he would never crawl or play or call for daddy, from waiting day by day for four years for this phone call to come.
3. confusion- why was he here? did he suffer? why did he live so long? why did God take him now? what are we to learn from this? what happens next? how will my family handle this?

the feelings repeat and overlap in an intricately choreographed mourning dance. but who's the choreographer and why won't the music just stop so i can catch my breath?

ps. my great grandmother's sister, "annie boo" as she was affectionately called, although no one really remembers why, died last week at the age of 99, just four days before her hundredth birthday this tuesday.

there's plenty of room! anyone else want to tag along?