remember the time

we're home. It's good to be home.

We had so much fun that we need a vacation from our vacation. We spent quality time with family, met up with old friends, partied for Ben's upcoming birthday, went to the zoo, cherry hill, a temple open house, played cards, ate good food, took lots of pictures and didn't sleep much. The highlight of the trip was meeting my sister's #4 daughter, Betty June. The saddest part of the trip was missing the Kimballs.. my sister and her family moved to Georgia a couple of weeks ago. It's gonna be a much longer drive to visit them.

We were lucky enough to catch a flu bug while we were there-- so instead of writing about our trip and uploading pictures, I am doing lots of laundry and tending to sick kids. At least I have good music to listen to while I clean up vomit..

I am not going to write a novel about Michael, but I am going to give him some love. He was one of the most talented humans to moonwalk across this Earth. His music is legendary. I don't care how many face transplants he received or whether or not he was guilty of child molestation. His life was a train wreck. Somewhere a long the way, something went tragically wrong. He dealt with family issues, pain killer addictions, and was a probably a victim of abuse as a child. His real story will never really be told because he was the only one who went through it. I cannot judge him-- there is a loving God who will do that. Talent doesn't insure success. Fame doesn't make all your dreams come true. All the money in the world can't buy happiness. I have learned from his tragic life and I will love his music forever. May he finally rest in peace.