Sunday, May 18, 2008

The visiting redheads





Dear Sister

It is 1 am. I have been trying to think what to say to you. I want to fix everything, but that is not possible. Sometimes, we cannot fix everything, so we do the best we can and go from there accepting that we have done all we can do. I am now going to attempt to help you feel better.

You know what the Doctors ask. On a scale of 1 to 10 how bad is it?

You and I know a woman, here in our hometown who had two sons, twins, about my sons age. Then one day, many years ago, when her babies were about 18 years old or so, one of her babies pointed a gun at his head and pulled the trigger. I wonder, on a scale of 1 to 10, how bad was it for her. Maybe a 7 or 8? She likely wanted to crawl in the grave with her baby, but, she still had one living son and she had to go on.

Now, her remaining son has two young sons and an estranged wife that has brain cancer. Just last month, on the day his wife came home from brain surgery, this woman's son took a baseball bat and beat his wife's mother to death.

I am guessing on a scale of 1 to 10, she's about to 10 now.

You cannot fix everything. Just do the best you can. We will do everything we can to help.

You say it helps you to have a plan. I have a little plan. I am going to come see you. Not right now, but sometime this summer. We can plan.

We ALL love you.

With all my love.

Fleta