Tuesday morning and the house is quiet. It’s really strange walking downstairs and not seeing a ton of people. Our house has been full of busy people.. and full of love all this week. Last night when Jen Kenny brought over dinner there were about 20 people here Folks are really helping us pull together the rest of this weeks activities, helping us manage the phone and email and coordinating folks who are coming in from out of town. We feel like we’re in a safe but sticky cocoon.
    Things are definitely not back to normal… but some semblence of the real world is creeping into our lives. I’m back running again and I get such great sense of Sam when out running in the woods. The house is full of music again as it always was… somebody always has a guitar in their hands.  The dog still wants to play tugawar…. I can see the old rytthm of our lives underneath all this activity. I still worry about how it will seem in the dark days in the middle of winter. One thing that’s becoming clearer to me is that each of us is taking in Sam’s loss differently. There’s no roadmap for grieving.. tehre are even some kinda nice surprises in all of this in terms of things you learn about yourself and those close to you.  Anyway…
    We’re off to the high school to participate in an assembly about Sam. It’s wierd to be center stage on this.. One funny thing.. Sam’s band.. Black Night Vengance was not allowed to play at the assembly because their music is ‘innappropriate’.. funny.. no 🙂  More tomorrow peace out

-jc