UU don't.
Yesterday was the celebration of life for our 39 year old son. I honestly never ever lost my faith in mankind.
Strangely, I liken this whole thing to bowling. UUs family members hurting, were in no mood to get up, take our turn back in the game of life.
I, we, don't know how our friends do it, but yoUU are, have been, the bUUmper rails for gUUiding UUs back down, ahead to, the path of life.
From the day my, our son expired, yoUU friends, loved ones, have been incredible. Example setters.
Age 39. Way too young, of course. Wonderful, seeing, hearing from Dru's buddies that played in the yard, on the baseball field, basketball court.. sat next to our son in school.. clocked in at work along side him.
Death sUUcks, no way around it.
We, obviously, are not at the wheel.
Your behavior, heart, tears, graciousness, hugs are exemplary for us as we all go forward.
Life, living is so, so good.
Be a vacuum. Suck up the good, ya just never know. We can steer all we want, but we're not at the wheel in regard to the timing of our destination. As we go forward, empty the collected ugly we find enroute into the trash.. then jump back up there 'tween the bumper rails of goodness.
We thank you for your love.
UU, are remarkable.
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