Some people are just horrible.....

For almost two and a half months now we have been planing to go to Yosemite to spread Ryan's ashes. Joe took of the date pretty much immediately after we lost Ryan. This date happened to be mothers day (at the time a total coincidence but that ended up being the perfect date to do this. So we are supposed to go up on Mothers day (Sunday) and come back on Wednesday. That gave us two full days there plus part of Sunday and part of Wednesday. I really clung to the fact that we'd be driving on Mothers day...checking in on Mother's day...basically keeping myself busy and preoccupied on Mothers day. Joe's schedule came out earlier this week and at first he had all the days he requested off off, then all of the sudden his asshole of a boss decided that he needed to change the schedule because there was a mistake made and Joe now needed to work Mothers day night. Joe went and talked to his boss and explained why he took the days off and that we were going to be spreading his baby's ashes. His bosses response? Basically that he was SOL. What kind of a jerk wont change the schedule around to accommodate a bereaved parent scattering their child's ashes? I just don't understand some people...

Anyway, on a lighter note...I found this poem and I really like it...

Do you know of someone
Whose precious child has died?
Perhaps she is a neighbor or friend
With whom you can confide.
You assume that she is suffering
A tragedy so deep,
That there is nothing you can do
Since all she does is weep.
You feel that if you see her
There is nothing you can say
That would make her precious child come back
Or make the pain go away.
And if by chance you meet her
And have to face her grief,
You'll do your very best
To make this meeting brief.
You'll talk about the weather
Or the lady down the lane,
But you'll never mention her child --
That would cause her too much pain!
And when the funeral's over,
And all is said and done,
You'll go home to your family,
And she'll be all alone.
She'll go on, she'll be all right, time heals --
Or so it seems,
While she's left alone to pick up the pieces
Of her shattered life and dreams.

--OR--

You can open up your heart
And find that special place
Where compassion and true giving
Are awating your embrace.
"Today I'm thinking of you in a very special way,"
Or, how about "I love you"
Are some loving things to say.
Sometimes a very simple task
Like picking up the phone,
Can help her feel not-so-quite
Desperately alone.
Whatever comes froma genuine heart
Cannot be said in vain
For the truth is, it's these very things
That lessen her great pain.
And when you let her talk about
Her child who is now dead,
You'll know this is far greater
Than anything you've said.
So will you reach out with all your soul
And let her know you care?
For in the end there's no substitute
For simply BEING THERE!