You get Jesus, you get the devil too

It was ten below zero this morning and although Leo adamently insisted it was illegal to send them to school in that weather....off they went.

Today is the fifth anniversary of my sister Judi's death. I hate February. February 2 was my parents' anniversary, February 7, 2009 is the day Judi died, February 17, 2010 was the day my mother died, February 25 was Judi's birthday and coincidently the day of my mother's funeral in 2010 and February 27, 2009 was when we found out Ernie's cancer had  metastisized into his bones.

Yeah. I hate February.

I read through the month of February 2009 from this blog earlier this morning. I cried as I did but I didn't even realize it until I touched my face and it was wet with tears. That kind of cry. And I do believe that the pain is a gift....it shows me clearly how much I loved Judi and how much she is still part of me...it's not a lack of recovery....just the hurt that is the price of love.

This Rod Picott song is about hearbreak...perhaps a different kind of heartbreak but heartbreak just the same. It feels right to me.

I love that Rod Picott. RB Morris at the beginning of February and Rod Picott on March1.....those guys might just get me through February. Well, those guys and my own guys. Even if we did send Leo to school illegally.