Kids and Cards

This past week had been difficult.  I was running around (ill), and attempting to balance time between the Falls and home with my family.  After receiving a call from my roommate/co-worker, I came home to find a present on my bed.  Cards.  Lots and lots of cards.  Like others who know the value of a hand-written note, my kids from Tiger Pause had drawn/written various cards and pictures.  Some of them made me cry.  Others made me laugh aloud.  All of them made me smile.

My name was spelled any which way.  There were pictures that didn't make sense.  Most of the kids were "sorry for my lost" and "hoped [I] find my way."  However, the true meaning was clear.  These kids care about me.  They understand the meaning of loss and how one can feel afterwards.  While I appreciate everyone's condolences over the loss of my grandpa, I am especially thankful for the love and grammatical errors of my kids in Beaver Falls.