Dear Jakey,
I almost didn’t write because I was worried about what to say. Today has been another day where all though we plugged along and did our thing – I just am sad. A weird, different, deeper sad. But you know that and no one wants to hear it anymore. So as I was about to go up to bed, I thought that I would give you an idea of what is happening here on Earth this week.
1. Tomorrow I am tiling the bathroom floor. That may shock you and seem highly out of character. You are right. It is. Many moons ago your mother tiled a floor in her old condo in Boston. Daddy was always impressed and now in the midst of all this craziness I have ended up with a tiling job on my hands. I am a little nervous. It’s been a long time. But I’ve got all day (well after I snowshoe with Cynthia, get your brother to school and start week 5 with Sharon). Wish me luck.
2. I am skiing with Miss Bridget on Tuesday. Then I will be back to grout in the afternoon.
3. Wednesday skiing – hope it is not another snow day. Could be a big storm coming.
4. Daddy is going to visit Sarena.
5. Lunch with Tina on Thursday. I am excited to visit with her. The loss of you has brought new friendships into my life and she is one of them.
6. Uncle Steve is coming for a visit on Saturday afternoon. But first is another ski day with Ethan on Saturday. G-Pa is coming with us. Should be fun.
7. Busy week. I also need to finish the yearbook stuff, put a power point presentation together and really get some more cards done. I owe so many people thank yous and there is so much I want to do for you. Maybe I will start some of it. Or maybe it will move along to next week’s list.
Jakey, I desperately miss you. We cleaned up and organized your grave today. It was starting to look a little yard saleish but now it looks awesome, or as awesome as it can. Help us out down here – we miss you so much. We love you to pieces.
XOXO,
Mommy
Heather, you have the right to say what ever you want. This is your life and your diary of your life with Jake. Do not hold back. You inspire me.