A Not so Happy Mother's Day

Mother's Day started with a phone call at 6:48 am.

Phone calls that early are never good. I didn't get to the phone in time, but noted on the called ID that it was my father-in-law who had called, and then tried to go back to bed. When I told the Italian it was his dad who called he pointed out that his dad was unlikely to screw up the time change (calling from the East Coast) and that the other possibility was that he was calling about a family emergency.

I still tried to go back to sleep but the truth of what he said gnawed at me, so I got up.

Unfortunately, he was correct. His aunt and uncle were killed in a car crash early Sunday morning. It was one of those senseless tragedies that strikes at random, and the family is worse for it.

It is unlikely that the kids and I will travel to the services (in Massachusetts) although I think the Italian is still on the fence about going.

On a much happier note, my three year old son just said to me "my like you a lot every day" (he says "my" for "I").

I needed that. I think I'll go play Mousetrap with him some more.