My Rambling Thoughts

Last night's episode of " This Is Us ", in my opinion, was one of the best things I have ever seen on television.  Anyone who thinks children (whatever age they are) do not think they are the favorite or that another sibling is the favorite is 100% wrong. When Joe was in the hospital before he passed away, our oldest son, who at the time lived in Alaska, flew down to be with his dad.  I will never forget the moment when we were all in the room with Joe, and Charles walked in. The look on Joe's face when he saw Charles and lifted his arms toward him.  Charles laid his head down on Joe's chest and they both cried and hugged and Joe said "my son".  It was in that instant that we all knew who was the favorite.  The love between those two was so huge and intense that there was no question.  The other kids, almost in unison, said ahhhhh, Charles is the favorite.  No hard feelings.  No anger.  No jealousy. Where I think the show failed last night was when R

I am sitting here this morning numb.  I am numb with fear off an enemy I know way too well.  An enemy I never wanted to see again.  An enemy that seems to come after Joe with an anger and vengeance. I find it almost impossible that I am writing words exactly the same as almost a year to the date. I am numb.