And life goes on.

In some sense we now have the closure of knowing Michael had a heart defect no doctor had detected before. A star athelete in high school, you'd think it would have shown itself sooner. But I guess there are no rules for things like this.

Our grief is far from over, but I know if I don't force myself to move forward in some ways - while still heartbroken - I will become stuck in mourning. And Michael wouldn't wish this for his family.

And on we go.

In other news, the knee's recovering at a snail's pace. I'm so impatient, so darn tired of it. I need to start physical therapy, but I don't want to. I hear it's grueling, and I am, no surprise, a huge wimp. In the end I know it's for the best, but I also know I will feel the temptation to slap the PT across the face for doing his/her job. I don't know, but I suspect this may damage relations? Please advise.

In the meantime I'm probably near overdosing on Tylenol. I take them four at a time just to feel some measure of relief, plus icing and elevating my stupid knee. I use one crutch, a la Tiny Tim. I feel I should hop around shouting, "God bless us, everyone!" So far I've refrained.

In reading, my God I read so much while I was laid up in bed! I need to at least list the titles/authors, partly because even I didn't count and I'm curious. Some of it was more fluffy reading, like those thrillers I so enjoy. I like reading about psychopaths. Again, not really much of a surprise.

I really want to get outside and take photos of the emerging daffodils, but not being able to bend my knee is sort of a problem. I tried aiming the camera wildly and wound up with all manner of crooked, out of focus pictures. I may have gotten one or two decent ones. We'll see how they clean up in Photo Shop.

Disjointed I may be, but I guess I'm a little rusty still. I'll oil my joints and be back to abnormal soon.

Comments

[Gal Pal]

Our thoughts are with you and his parents! Hugs

[georgefitzgerald.blogspot.com]

The last four lines of an Edna St. Vincent Millay poem "Lament" (from memory, maybe not exact) are all too often apt:

Life must go on
though good men die;
life must go on --
I forget just why.

[Scriptor Senex]

Oh Lisa,
Only just catching up on reading blogs and was so sorry to read about Michael. As a parent who lost a child many years ago I know there are no words that can console either his parents or yourself. All I can offer is my thoughts for you all at this terrible time.