We're all in therapy over here.

Shira Warning for Some Sad Content

Phil's mother died Thursday.  Her body was just ready, and she flew into the
mud puddle of heaven worn out and broken, and flew out the other side in a sparkly blue dress, wearing white shoes, a white crown, and white wings with silver and gold sparkles (according to Andra).  We're pretty sure she had a white wand and zapped a yummy buffet straight away.

Down here, we are all in therapy.  The girls stayed home Friday, and I explained that when people are troubled that sometimes they go through therapy.  We started with baking therapy.  Moved on to serious art therapy.  Did some yardwork therapy, went on a little picnic therapy and have indulged in a little watching TV and lying around therapy too.  Andra concluded that "therapy" is really just another word for "busy".  She's probably right.  We are going to do a little delicious dinner therapy and then figure out what comes next.
 
 
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  • 3/12/2007 7:22 AM Charley wrote:
    Jenine - our condolences to you and your family on the passing of Phil's mother. My Mom went on the big trip four years ago and I think of here every day. Mom's are special creatures of God and we miss them terribly, but they do eventually go on to the big party in the sky.
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  • 3/14/2007 7:36 AM Kim wrote:
    Jenine, I am so sorry for your loss. My thoughts and prayers are with you and your family.
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