Monday, September 10, 2007
We are around a lot of people who have survived. It is nice and very hard all at the same time. While we are happy for those people and their families, it is a constant reminder that you didn't make it.
This weekend Mom and I went to a the Bat Mitzvah of twin girls whose mom we know well. One of the girls was a patient at Georgetown a few years back, and she is okay now. Her mom has been helping Hope for Henry Foundation by coordinating events and working with hospitals and all that kind of stuff. She is great.
They have had an extremely hard life, so it was especially nice for them to be able to celebrate a Bat Mitzvah.
On Sunday, Joe and I went out to the cemetery. It was very busy out there. It looked like they were having two funerals and a lot of people were just visiting their loved ones.
Joe said that he remembered you picking him up once. He said he thought it was at Disney World.
When we were getting ready to leave, I knelt down and kissed your headstone like I always do. Then Joe decided he'd do it too. As we were getting ready for school this morning, Joe told Mom this morning that he kissed you.