Six years later

I sit on the couch and watch the names being read by uniformed firefighters, police and EMS workers. Beside me is a little boy who would not have been born but for the grace of God. It is a mystery why some, like my husband, were spared, while others were not.

It was hard for all of us to focus on work today. We took it easy. B.Major worked very hard on math and earth science--after a two-hour bus ride home. We said our usual rosary decade and then reviewed a bit about the sacraments from the St.Joseph Catechism.

There is so much for him to learn, so much for me to teach him. And it seems as if there is so little time!

Fortunately, our Jewish neighbors are celebrating Rosh Hashanah starting Thursday so we have a four-day weekend. Off to the mountains, to hike, observe eagles and hawks, and stars in a less light-polluted location than here.