This year is going too fast!

March is here!  This year is slipping by entirely too fast.  I just have one question…what's with Easter in March?  I know there's an equinox or something and passover is in the equation somewhere, but April really needs Easter.  March already has St. Patrick's Day, Spring Break and of course there are always birthdays, but April is barren without Easter.  I know April Fool's Day is in there, but that's so minor.  Our two weeks of Spring is supposed to be around Easter, and when that is March it makes the summer arrive so quickly.  Easter in March is just wrong.

Meanwhile, birthdays coming up are Tawna and Taya on the 22nd and cousin Ali Stewart on the 23rd.  I can still remember how odd it was that Jacque and I had babies just a few hours apart.  Gramma and Papa Harmon had 3 grandkids in 12 hours.  Crazy days.

More classes coming up - can't wait to learn how to embroider on the computer/sewing machine, learn how to make awesome rolls for Easter dinner (in March), and finish Jade and Jeff's afagan.  It's all done except the fringe.  Pretty exciting for me, but now I need to start another one, so I'll have something to take with me when I go places and have to wait.  I've made several afagans just by hauling them with me to hospital waiting rooms, Dr. office waiting rooms, road trips and even D-Back games.  There's lots of history crocheted into them by the time they are done.  I think it's Taya's turn next, but I may do two at once and get started on Robert's too.  It seems like I wait around a lot these days.  

Today is my brother Curt's birthday.  He would be 49.  He passed away on my 12th birthday, it seems like another lifetime ago.  He was such a special kid, sort of wise beyond his years.  Gentle and so slow to anger.  It was a privilege to be his sister and know him for the five short years he was here.  He taught us to be forgiving and kind, because he was.  I still remember the matchbook car collection he kept in a small suitcase.  He loved to play with those cars and would spend hours pretending the things little boys pretend with their cars.  He had one little friend that was not nice to his cars and it bothered him to have to share with him when he came to play because he always broke the cars he played with.  One day he asked Mom if he shared all his others toys with this friend, could he please just but his cars away somewhere while he was there to play.  When Mom asked him why he didn't want to share his cars with him, he told her it hurt him to see his friend break his special toys.  She agreed that he could put his toys in her room while this friend was there so they wouldn't be there to play with.  He never fought with his friend or was mean about it.  He was only 4.  We could learn a lot from that.  I still miss him and am grateful for the knowledge that I will see him again someday.  Even though I miss my Mom terribly I take such comfort in knowing she is able to be with him after so many years apart.    For me the loss of these loved ones isn't worry over their well being, or confusion about where they went, it's trying to make the hole they leave not hurt so much.  The hole never goes away, but with time it at least becomes manageable.  I love you Curt and think about you and Mom and the time you get to spend together now.