Goodbye Jason

When I went to work for Signs First, Jason Ivy had a week before he was leaving. He was a nice guy. Showed me all I had to know. I thought it was funny when he was laying out a banner, he climbed up on the table and worked it from there. (You had to be there). He was proud to show me photos of his newborn baby and wife. He loved to golf. Another life snuffed out, as he was killed traveling into work this morning, leaving behind a young wife and two small daughters. My heart aches for their loss as I deal with Carrie's birthday. It has been hard this year. I have worked myself to death to cope, even being sick. It's 11.15pm now and I should be asleep but can't. I baked two cakes tonight, one chocolate and one vanilla to take to the coffee house. I bought some daises that I thought Carrie would like to brighten up the Coffee House. Had a good talk with Laura, via email. Thanks Laura, you made my day. You know, if Carrie was average, (what ever average is), it may be easier to take, but she was such an individual, so unique, that her presence is missed all the more.

On the brighter side. LC, your time is up. Had a talk with your Grandmother (who looks after you) tonight. She was horrified that you may or wanted to leave the Coffee House to go to the Pool Hall. I had a nice long talk with her. We are going to fix this. If you don't understand, see Coffee House webpage Bulletin Board. Most of it has been deleted as some kids got on there and posted bad things. Ofcourse they didn't post their name. Cowardly, I think. You can't hide from God.

Mike comes home tomorrow. A successful trip, from what I hear. Will be glad to see him.

Isla was sick also, but it sounds as if it was something different than from what I had, tummy bug. Boy, what would I do without Isla. She is like my best friend now, not my child. I love talking to her. She was such a lovely child too. I worry at times I dwell on my loss too much as I deal with Carrie gone that I neglect Isla, Monkey #1. Isla, funny thing, we used to break the chicken bone like my Mum and I would do, but for a joke it was to see who was the favorite daughter. Both Isla and Carrie knew we were kidding, but Isla won it every time. We didn't have favorites. We loved them both just the same and still do. We are very proud of Isla and her husband James. She is an individual. She is unique. She is beautiful and so very smart. I always told Isla to follow her dreams. If she wanted to be a garbage collector, I would be happy if that is what she wanted. She makes me proud. If she has kids anything like her, they will be the cutest kids in all the world and she will be as proud as I am. (James isn't half bad himself) They just have to have cute kids. If Isla is well by tomorrow, they are coming home for the night. She has a class in Oxford Saturday Morning, it is a big effort to come all this way for so little a time, but it is Carrie's Birthday and a hard time for us all. I know it is hard for Isla. People used to think Carrie and her were twins. There are so many adjustments. It's a good thing she has James to keep her straight. We think the world of him.