I just learned about the death of Katie’s son this morning while reading Rebecca’s post. I’m not sure what to say because it is awful beyond words.
I sent her an email with my condolences, picked up the freshly
printed pancake recipe I’d actually come to Babble to try this morning,
and went downstairs to my kids who were watching cartoons. Mona got out
eggs for me. Quinn carried the oil to the counter. Aden started to
set the table before she got distracted and wandered away.
The peonies on the dining table were wilting, so I asked Mona if she
wanted to go outside and cut some new ones. She left with a pair of
scissors in one hand and a toy snake stuffed down the back of her pants
that she’s using as a tail lately. While I mixed the batter for our
breakfast, Quinn was holding a peony bud in his hands and asked, “Why do
peonies have leaves?” I told him leaves are what help make food for
plants. He smiled and looked down at the bud in his hand and said,
“Well, that’s nice of the leaves!” I laughed, and then I wondered how
many marvelous things Katie’s son must have said over the years of his
too short life that will leave her with bittersweet memories. I hope at
some point the pain fades enough that they are more sweet than bitter.
But I can’t even fathom that much pain.
The pancakes were delicious, every bit as fluffy as the recipe
promised. My kids and I ate together and they gave the new pancakes a
thumbs up to make again sometime. Later today they all have to come
with me while I work at the violin store. I wasn’t looking forward to
having them all along, but now I wouldn’t have it any other way. I’m
just glad they are mine and I am theirs and we are together.
Mona did a great job picking peonies. These are for Henry.