Ben has a bunk-bed. It was Jack's bunk-bed when he was a liitle boy. His parents saved it. Jack painted it red many years ago to put into Ben's bedroom, after his crib. Ben was totally into firefighters. We gave him a fireman's bedroom. Ben was a fanatic about fire fighting. My mom bought him a cloth fire fighter costume, I bought him one of those reel up garden hoses. Everyday, we had a three alarm fire. The bottom of our stairs was the fire station. He kept all the gear there, all laid out.. Jack and I never knew when the alarm would go off..until the words..fire in the hole. We always responded to his imagination, as he instructed us to our duties. Jack hated the reel up garden hose. He had no patience reeling it back up at least 5 times a day. The hose disappeared, I think he threw it away.
I've been in the process of transforming his firefighter bedroom into a "cool" bedroom. I started it while Jack was still here. Today, I was changing the sheets of the bunk-bed and realized I detest the bunk-bed. There is no easy way to properly make a bed. I fought with the top bunk and started sweating. Bottom bunk, no easier. You can't just toss up a blanket to let it flow across the bed, your head hits underneath the top .
Ben is growing up, realizing it, as I'm packing away all the firefighter mementos.
We had dinner tonight at Pam's. Everyone gathered again, just as last night. Debbie and Scott were late. His great aunt passed away today. We will miss Mildred. She was 91yrs old.
I sat near to Kiley in the dining room at some point. We all shuffle positions throughout a dinner. She was
giving Grayson a bottle.
In one split moment I thought of Jack, Mildred and Grayson. One left too early, one had a full life and one came too early. Rock on Grayson...and don't ever ask for a bunk-bed!
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