There’s a lot of sad stuff going on in my corner of the world. Sunday was Fred’s birthday, but because the world does keep turning and there is a purpose, both rose bushes in the Boys’ Garden popped into full bloom on Sunday.
I can’t tell you how much it moved me to see those roses pop open on such a significant day. It’s as though my fur-boys gave me flowers to cheer me up!
For months, I’ve gone back and forth on whether to mention Morgan Harrington‘s death here. I try to keep it light and upbeat, and there’s just no positive spin on the tragic disappearance and death of a college student. However, my heart is aching for UVA’s lacrosse programs today, and for everyone who knew the victim and/or the accused.
I loved playing lacrosse, but alas, I grew up too soon in a community without a youth lacrosse program. UVA’s lacrosse program has long been dear to me because two of my cousins played, and played remarkably well. I still have this dream of dual women’s and men’s NCAA national championships in the same year, but I fear the tragedies of yesterday will be too much for these teams and coaches to overcome. (But please. Prove me wrong. Play through your anger and grief. All of Charlottesville, heck… everyone, everywhere, will think you’re champions just for taking the field again without your teammates.)