Well, we survived yet another anniversary of Jeffrey's death. Jesse and I went to the cemetery and brought flowers. We realized when we got there that he still does not have a headstone. This is frustrating to me, because I don't understand why it hasn't been done. He just has a tiny plaque made of paper in a plastic case that says his name and birth date/death date. You have to squat down on the ground and try to read it through the warped plastic. Maybe it is just too much for his parents to handle...but I can't help thinking that it just isn't good enough for him. He was a great kid, and a great little brother, and although his choice was really stupid and hurtful, he deserves to be honored with a headstone. I'm not sure what to do about that...its really not my place to say anything to his parents. It seems like anything my husband or I say to them isn't taken well or really listened to. I am worried about them. So, if you are reading this, please pray for them and their grief and their search for peace.
On a side note, my kids keep me so busy that I don't get a lot of time to dwell on all that. My two-year-old is developing quite an attitude lately! He has started telling people "don't like you" and has earned a bunch of time-outs this week. Let me explain how time-outs have been going around here: my kids decided (very sneakily) that they would sit with each other in time-out, and entertain the one in trouble. Needless to say, being in trouble in our house isn't really a punishment. But, at least no one is crying...they are giggling. (and also not learning the lesson Mom was trying to teach them). *sigh*
So, while you are praying for my in-laws, maybe also say a prayer for my sanity as I deal with two kids who love trouble :)