One of these days I will spend my last night with a little one snuggled up next to me because he had a bad dream and the sad thing is I won't know it's the last time until months later. So I won't complain about my sore back today.
Our town cemetery has nice wide paths and people walk, jog, learn to drive there. I took David and Tom there to ride their bikes while I ran yesterday and that was our last visit for a few years. They decided to race to the headstone that said Cohen. And Tom somehow crashed into it. Fortunately for me (and the Cohen family) there was not a single mark on the stone. And no witnesses.