The past couple of days have been slightly better for The Girl but I suffer no illusions as to what tomorrow will be like; the funeral for her friend is set for two o’clock.
Hugh and I have chosen to fund a wrestling scholarship in his name; he was a good wrestler and he looked forward to each season. There are a lot of kids whose parents struggle to come up with the registration and uniform fees for the Pee-Wee program so it seemed like a natural fit; a way to honor his memory and to do something good for another little boy.
Speaking of little boys; the Man-Cub’s baseball team has its last home game tonight and we have planned a team BBQ for after the game. The parents are going to challenge the boys to a game and I’m relatively certain that I will be called upon to play. It could be ugly. In fact, I’m considering a ban on all video equipment in the park because, Lord knows; I don’t need further evidence of my inability to run without my arms flailing about as though independent from my body.
Although, if that is what it takes to get a smile out of my kid this time tomorrow; I will run a freaking marathon.