Well, I squeezed one of the Easter eggs onto an Eddy kite today.
On a completely unrelated note. Yesterday was the anniversary of the death of a member of the Boys Scout Troop in a head on cat accident.
My oldest son had come up through ranks and school classes with the boy one year ahead of him, and had also gone with the boy to the BSA National Jamboree. My son spent the day out of town on other Scout business, but still took a few moments to recognize the passing .
My middle son, who hardly knew the deceased boy, went out of town with a couple of his friends from the Scout Troop and created a couple memories of his own, thanks to another parent.
My youngest son and I went to see a movie at the community movie theater that was playing as a benefit for a scholarship fund set up for the deceased boy’s church youth group. It was nice to cuddle and laugh with my preschooler over a Disney movie, while reflecting to myself about the boy that most everyone in the room was missing.
I was a bit stunned and set back when I realized that I was sitting right in front of the deceased boys mother and two younger brothers. I hope the event was a step toward healing their wounds.