Jack, Grandpa and Elephant Ears

Check out this post from 2005, Jack so heart stoppingly cute, not knowing how much he should treasure his times with Grandpa who helped him with his kindergarten worksheets each afternoon. Jack would run over to Grandpa's side of the house every single day after school to tell a then very healthy, active, vibrant Grandpa all the details of his day, his BFF in the whole wide world.

What made me hunt out the post though was a comment in regards to elephant ears that a reader had seen being sold for $50 each at a store. Ouch. I paid $19.99 for three at my favorite garden center, and usually they last for many years here in Georgia if we get enough rain, this picture was before the very serious drought we've endured for several years now. They are heavy feeders, love manure, and need copious amounts of water.

But the pictures of Jack ripped my heart out of my chest. Even I'm surprised at how much I miss my dad, no wonder Jack has grieved so much for 17 months now.

Death sucks.

My sweet Scotty is trying to help Grandma as much as possible out in her big ole yard and gardens. She, like me, well we bury, or burn through our grief or frustration or anxiety or whatever via hard work, then we're too tired to be sad, mad or even glad, except maybe impossibly glad to see our pillows at night.

I had six high school kids miss the bus today, one already texting me to please come get him for no real discernible reason. Mr P wasn't bus left...Yolie'd advised him to try very hard today to control his behaviors, that it is his own fault that he destroyed his own phone.

Deep sigh.