August 24, 2011
Dear Bryan,
I promised you a funny story so I guess I should tell you it, huh? Isaiah was painting in your room one morning and he painted his stomach red. I kept asking him what happened and he wouldn’t tell me. That same day I had to bring Mike to the dentist and we were asking him what happened. He kept saying it was an accident and Mikeala asked him if he was painting and then FELL on the picture. He said, “Yes, that’s what happened, my feet aren’t always that stable.” LMAO! He is such a crazy little kid. He also made Mike sit in the back seat because Dida, his imaginary friend, was sitting in the car with him. So then Mike asked him where the picture was because it had to be a big picture to get that much paint on himself. Isaiah then answered that he had given the picture to Dida and she had taken it home with her so he couldn’t show it to us!!
Mikeala and I laughed and laughed over that one. Sometimes he comes up with the funniest things. I wish I could call you up and share them with you. I will always try my hardest to raise him knowing who his Father is. All of your children miss you so much. Mike is getting ready to have the baby and she keeps having contractions. She was whining like crazy about them tonight. I told her she needs to wait another week to have the baby because I’m not done with her baby blanket yet! I told her to cross her legs. Ha, ha, ha…
And here is my other funny story. Remember how we went down the toll road in Colorado and then there was no one to pay and we were wondering why there wasn’t. We thought maybe it was a new road and so it wasn’t up and running yet. Well, the other day I got a bill in the mail for $3.00 for using that toll road! I thought it was hilarious…And it said, “Do not send cash.” LMAO again! You and I would have laughed and laughed over that one. So, I had to use a stamp to send out a $3.00 check for using a toll road a month earlier. Oh, and if I didn’t pay it right away; I would have had to pay $5.00! I’m still kind of chuckling over that one. I miss telling you the funny stories that happen in my day like that.
You know this story, but everyone else doesn’t so you can just listen while I’m telling the story. While we were on vacation at Mark and Jenn’s house Freya got used to Isaiah being there and throwing her ball for her. So, she came up one morning and he was still wearing his pajamas and he wanted to change and he insisted that Freya had to leave the room. You asked why and Isaiah said, “Because she’s a girl and I’m a boy.” LOL You kind of chuckled and said, “But Mom is a girl” and Isaiah answered, “She’s my MOM” in an indignant tone. It was too cute.
But, see, this is all a double-edge sword because the cute things about Isaiah are sad, too, because you’re not here to share them with. It’s a sad, sad thing to lose one’s father at such a young age. He’s never even lost his first tooth or learned to ride a two wheeled bike and yet he’s lost his Father. That is just unfathomable to me. No little boy should be without his Dad at such a young age.
Isaiah told me that if it made me too sad to go to the cemetery I didn’t have to go. I told him it might take me a while to take him there, but I would take him. I just told him that everything reminded me of Daddy. So, the literal little boy said, “Does the t.v. remind you of Dad? Does the picture of that car remind you of Dad?” and he went on and on. Mr. One Track Mind can be pretty funny at times.
For some reason, he really, really wants to go to the cemetery and put a flower on your grave. He has a flower for me to put on your grave, too. I’m not sure what he thinks your grave at the cemetery is going to look like, but I’m going to try to bring him there tomorrow. He wants to go so badly so maybe it will make him feel a little better. He likes to light the ‘Dad Candle’ and it seems to make him feel a little bit better when he lights it. Of course, right now nothing really makes him feel better because he just misses you so much! I wish you could come back and play with him again.
That’s all I have for now.
I love you, Karyn
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