Fashionably late, as always

Figured I would write about my weekend now, seeing as it was wonderful and faboo and insert-any-positive-adjective-you-wish...

Friday:

EDT was prominent, and every reason why I hate cellphones, hell, telephones anymore, was verified as my attempts to notify ravenskuld of my delays and my departure to pick him up failed miserably because of an unreliable cell-leash. Grr.

Oh well...no problems finding his family's home. It was amazing to see his son after what, seven years now? Surreal, to say the least. The boy was a toddler back then, and now he is a spunky miniature of his father, same nervousness, same eagerness, same eyes...beautiful child.

And then there was ravenskuld himself. When last we saw one another in person, it was a strange mixture of long-time friendship and sadness for how he was taking care of himself. He was not well. And even though I had been reading his posts about how he's been taking better care, seeing was believing...I cannot even express how much joy welled up inside of me to see him so much more healthy and alive! I am so proud of him...so very, very proud.
( And now, the rest of the very long story that was my weekend )

Part dos...twelve hours later

One couldn't help but notice all the green and the trees while driving down the hill in Riverside Cemetary. Trees everywhere, growing strong, shading the world within. We rounded a curve and beheld the wonder that was Babyland.

Chills before I even got out of the car. I took off my shoes, stepped out of Fairuza wth my camera in hand, and walked toward a wall of short bushes, reading a small metal sign that told me this was "Babyland," and then, just beyond that, ( something I had never fathomed before )