Tired

Well, I was all ready to post something useful tonight but I couldn't get logged onto my account. I don't know what happened. I spent a good 30-45 minutes trying to get logged on in Internet Explorer, but nothing would work. It kept telling me my account doesn't exist. It would not send my password to me. WTF??? It occurred to me to try using the Firefox browser...and holy shit! It works! Makes ya wonder.
I did discover, in the process of trying to find my blog, that apparently I am not alone in the land of blogging, as thousands of people appear to be grappling with porn addiction either personally or via a spouse /relative. How sad.
I did want to share a moving moment that occurred yesterday; it has nothing to do with porn addiction, but it's all about inspiration. Come to think of it, this is an important lesson because there is MORE to life than porn addiction. Porn addiction is just an ugly undercurrent, but it is not THE river or the ocean.
Anyway, a friend of my oldest daughter (age 14) passed away this week in a tragic car accident while on a school field trip. This evening as she and I were preparing to attend the funeral, my husband arrived home from shopping and ran into the house, breathless and excited about a bunch of rainbows he had seen while driving home. We all ran outside and saw the biggest, most beautiful rainbow spread out from one end of the sky to the other, seemingly right over our neighborhood (Derrick, the boy who died, lived 2 streets down from us). My daughter took some photos of the rainbow and I told her I hoped that his parents had seen it, because I felt like it was some kind of message for them on this sad day.

When we arrived at the funeral home, I was surprised to see a photo posted in front of the boy's casket, mounted on an easel. It was an enlarged photo of him standing facing a large rainbow. His mom explained that the photo was taken when he was younger, while on a visit with his grandma. I was shocked enough to see the rainbow photo, after the rainbow we had seen at the house, but it gets even better.

At the end of the service, Derrick's grandma got up to speak. She told the crowd that this morning she had gotten up before anyone else and written a letter to Derrick. In the letter she had asked him to show her a rainbow, as a sign that he was ok. And I am here today to tell you, the whole city was covered in rainbows this afternoon. I think Derrick must be ok! :O)

Check out what I like to call "Derrick's Rainbow":



and Derrick Carlson, June 10, 1992 - December 18, 2006: