Rough weekend. Andrew is back in the hospital. They're having a hard time getting his meds right, poor guy. At least he's in a safe place, and we don't have to worry about him doing something dangerous.
Saturday was the day of one of the most difficult funerals I've ever had to attend. By the time it was over I was completely wrung out, and so was L. I was glad we were there to lend support, but we were emotionally spent by the time we left. L just wanted to go home and change his clothes, hoping to shed the sadness at the same time, I think. We did that, and then headed for the beach to the same spot we sat when his brother passed 5 years ago: the bluff above Corona del Mar. We sat there and looked at the ocean, and the boats, and the seals, and all the crazy people in the water on such a cool day. It was heaven, which was what we wanted to be close to when thinking of loved ones lost. We both felt a little better knowing/feeling that Ryan and Tiffany were together somewhere. Thank goodness for eternal families, and all of the promises that go along with them. It keeps me giving each day a good try, especially when the day is good not so much.
We both came home (after a frozen banana on Balboa Island) feeling a little bit better about things. It was nice to sit quietly with my true companion, overlooking a gorgeous vista, talking of spiritual, eternal things - and regain a perspective of how it's all supposed to work. A little quiet in the storm.