Everett on My Mind
A couple weeks ago, Sunday July 27 to be exact, I lay in bed, sleep not coming to me, and my mind skipping from one memory to another. The subject of all these memories was my grandson Everett. I don’t know why, but Everett’s presence has been very strong recently and I even carry on conversations with him. This night he was very much with me. Then, I almost sat straight up, even more wide awake. The realization hit me that this day was the third anniversary of Everett’s death. I had tried calling Sarah earlier and no answer. I had also tried Laura also with no answer. These were my usual Sunday calls just to check in and talk (Martha being a usual Wednesday call.) I tried to sleep, but the memories would not stop. I had a very strong clear feeling that I needed to write about this. Not just a one day thing as to what I was thinking at the time. But more on the order of a blog capturing some of my thoughts and feelings about Everett, and why he was and continues ...