Walt wrote a journal called The Diatom Project.
He and his wife Bonnie stayed up and online all night.
He was company to me on a lot of sleepless nights.
He always signed everything Bonnie and Mal...they were so close, they were like one person.
Mal was his online name.
He died a while back.
Sometimes there is a child that just does not fit in with the rest of the family.
His parents love him.
They do the best they can for him.
What he needs is not what they are able to give.
It's no one's fault.
It's just the way it is.
Soon there are too many disappointments....
too many hurt feelings
for it to ever be right.
This is how it was with Chris.
He came to spend the summer with us when he was 14.
It was okay.
It was summer and we had a pool. Life was good.
We loved him, but we didn't have such a high stake in how he turned out.
When summer was over he went home and we lost touch.
He got arrested a couple of times.
He had alcohol and drug problems.
He was in a horrible car wreck that blinded him in one eye and severely disfigured his face.
I saw him maybe four or five times on holidays.
He was so angry and resentful of everyone that he made me nervous.
We didn't talk much, beyond a hug and casual conversation.
He moved a long way away. I heard from him through his mom and dad. He got married. Sometimes I would get pictures of his kids.
He came for Thanksgiving and on an impulse, I said,"why don't' you spend the weekend?"
His wife is a petite sparkling-eyed Cajun lady from a tiny town of Pauline, LA.
She speaks like a melody. I asked her how they did in the hurricane & she said, "Chere, we live so far out back of beyond, de hurricane, it cannot find us."
I think she saved his life.
He has two adorable kids, 10 and 7.
We sat up late around the fire & talked.
I am so happy to see him gentleand patient with his children
loving and attentive to his wife.
He is 35 and a man at peace.
He came down a long hard road to get there.
Hold hope in your hearts for all lost ones,
Marti
My day was great.
I sat down and figured out how many relatives we have and in our immediate family there are 93 people!
Not all of them came to my house today!
There was much too much to eat and lots of love.
I was an orphan of spirit growing up.
Marrying Tom gave me enough family to fill the hollow spots.
We are a loud and loving bunch.
Caitlin and I , all sepia
Laughter around the table
Caitlin, who climbed on every roof, all trees and most door jambs, looked concerned & asked, "should Seth be in that tree?"
More babies on the way...we breed like rabbits!
we are indiscreet (and in the street)
My yard was in sad need of some little running feet.
Yeah, we also ate way too much!
Wishing all of you smooth digestion and warm sleep tonight,
Marti
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Caitlin turned 17.
Lots of laughter
dinner at a fancy Italian restaurant
a confetti cake
a walk in the park...
another milestone....
After a couple of weekends with Paula in Florida, I quit taking the Wellbutrin and gave the scrpt to a friend.
Life is good.
