All reports from Tuscaloosa are that it is a war zone. We went through today and dropped off toiletries, clothes, snacks and water and picked up my sister and Annalee. Friends are tweeting and tumbling the most horrific accounts I’ve ever seen. Friends have lost absolutely everything and almost lost their lives. Shit is real there. More and more reports of student deaths are rolling in. Some of the poorest housing projects in town are just destroyed to the foundation. The death numbers will rise. I don’t even know where they’ll start to rebuild.
But I do know they’ll rebuild. Tuscaloosa has pulled together like nothing I’ve ever seen. Volunteer lines over a quarter mile long. If you can help, please please please do. Donate to the West Alabama Red Cross. I’m begging you. This is my hometown and my heart is breaking over and over again with every text and TwitPic of damage and status update from friends.
I need to get to bed. I had work I had to do tonight. I leave for vacation tomorrow. But I can’t tear myself away from the photos, videos, stories and tweets coming out of my hometown. I pray they get rest tonight.
Thank you for checking! We are safe, but reports from Tuscaloosa and north of Birmingham are horrible.
President Barack Obama on birthers.
Move it along, people.
Thank you so much! I picked up package number two at the post office yesterday and loved both of them! I’ll share the details with you guys when I get home, but suffice it to say that my TB nailed my birthday package!
So. Much. Rage.
Our boy can paint his toenails whatever color he likes.
Had a rull surious convo with Blake about this this morning. We clearly differ in opinions, though I maintain that if the story was about a parent having their little girl participate in a typical male activity like playing with trucks in the dirt while wearing a newsboy cap, he wouldn’t care at all.
I’ve always had a problem with drinking way too much soda, but lately I have felt bloated and like crap and am starting to think it may be connected to the 6 Diet Cokes I drink every day. (Cue my family and Blake screaming DUH!) I always think that it will taste so delicious when I’m thirsty, but 9 times out of 10 it tastes like sludge at this point. Yet I keep drinking it.
My dearest son:
I try hard not to dwell on today. It just seems to devalue the cherished moments of your life. I’d prefer to just remember the birthdays and Christmas’s of your life…but this day is the one that haunts me. The one day a year that I despise and wish so badly that I could take back…or skip. The one day that should have come with a big red redo button so that we could have held you a bit longer. Unfortunately, it only came with a bag of sorrows and now…when this day rolls around each year…I find myself writing you and sending postcards from the edge. Mom and Dad went here or there…wish you were here! Oh God, how I wish you were here! It’s really just selfishness on my part. The fact of the matter is, you’re the one that got it right. You’ve moved on to paradise and left the rest of us here…stuck in traffic….so to speak. I know you’re up there watching and don’t need updates…but it helps me to send them. It’s the collection of small moments in life that make life worth living. Like that really good shot in golf that brings you back to try again…or that day you make two unassisted triple plays in the same ball game…or the three quarter court shot you make to win the game at the end…you’re first kiss…the days your children were born. These are the moments we need to remember and cherish…so here are a few things that you can put in your tucker box for rainy days and whenever it’s snowing on your French toast.
Mom is still working at the University, still going to the games and still missing her best boy. I’m sure you’ve heard…the Tide is really rolling this year…might be a banner year for the Tide faithful.
Things are moving along down here…just not quite as I would have expected. I would have expected you to be in the mix…leading the way forward…still dazzling us. I suppose you still are…we’re just still down here stuck in traffic and can’t see you and Dad and Benny and Dakota and Holly and Mac up there having a grand ol’ time.
I hope this day finds you happy and having a game of toss.
All My Love,
This post from Foster’s dad on his CaringBridge page on the 2 year anniversary of his death never fails to make me a little choked up. Yesterday morning I saw the link to a little boy from Tuscaloosa’s CaringBridge on Facebook. I remembered his battle with leukemia a year or two ago. He was 3 1/2 when he was diagnosed and the last I’d heard in January, he was in remission after a long hard fight. I clicked on the link on Facebook only to find that his leukemia had returned in his bone marrow. I wanted to cry for this sweet little boy that I don’t even know. I am so sick of cancer affecting and taking the best people in our lives. I’m tired of the heartsickness that it causes. It’s not been that long since Foster’s friends and family’s lives revolved around visits to Children’s, reloading CaringBridge pages 15 times a day, and wondering what we could do for our friend.
If you can, please consider donating here to help me help fund the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society’s research to find a cure for blood cancers. If you can’t donate, that is okay. Just please be sure to send a few extra nice thoughts towards Birmingham today, where another sweet boy is fighting this horrible disease for a second time.
I wish I could respond to every dumb post my Facebook “friends” made last night about the potential government shutdown without getting blasted by tea party supporters. They all just seem so uninformed. These are the times being in Alabama is the worst.
One post calling our president an asshole who is blowing smoke, another who “thinks saying our government is messed up barely scratches the surface,” and one who was worried ab the shutdown because they are going to the Grand Canyon next week and don’t want it to close. Seriously.
Whatever, it’s getting me through this heinous day.
We will eat out of a fucking dumpster before I lower myself to clipping coupons. (I know the value of a dollar, but I also know the value my dignity and my time.)
Fine, more deals for me. I will sacrifice my dignity and time any day of the week, apparently.