I fell asleep for about two hours. I couldn't get comfortable though...and here I am. It's 3:10 am. I continue to have pain. The Loritab doesn't even seem to be taking the edge off. Sitting is uncomfortable and getting up is worse. I don't like it.
Below is something Pamela emailed me. I actually read it, when I was at her house. I kept forgetting to forward it to everyone. As it turns out, I decided it was more appropriate to post it here instead.
Hey Dad,
I’m sitting here at Crater of Diamond’s State Park (AR – not Arizona but Arkansas) admiring the diamond that I found. Oh yeah, people come from all over to this big, muddy field to look for diamonds. Here’s the kicker, whatever you find you get to keep.
Why just within the last year, two diamonds over 6 karats each were found. In fact, they average about 3 diamond finds a day here. Most are no bigger than the head of a match.
There’s not much to it, actually. Some people dig big holes or sift the soil through wooden screens in hopes of finding the treasure, but others (including some of the big diamond finders) just look along the surface for anything that looks shiny.
That’s how I found my diamond. I just looked over and there it was. It’s a big, pretty, reddish-looking one. It must weigh about 2 pounds and is as large as the palm of my hand…what, you thought I meant a genuine diamond? Of course I didn’t. The chances of finding a real diamond are like finding…a diamond in a big, muddy field. What I found was just a smooth orange rock, but I’ll treasure it like it’s a REAL diamond.
And when I get home, I’ll clean it off, write the date we found it on it, and place it by my desk or in another prominent place next to all my other ‘fake diamonds.’ You see I’ve got a bunch of fake diamonds from all over.
I’ve got a leaf from Mount Vernon, dirt from the dam at Johnstown, water from the swimming pool at Fort Wilderness, a palm frond from a condo westayed at in Florida, Ike’s pirate tooth, Abe’s pacifier, and even the steel ball baring that Ike swallowed (it came out the other end.)
They’re all fake diamonds---souvenirs of special moments with special people. They don’t have any value on their own, but to me their invaluable and they help me remember moments I never want to forget…or the REAL diamonds.
So, Dad, keep an eye out for fake diamonds. It might be a Coke can from a picnic, a rock from a special place, or a special shirt that your child outgrows. Hold on to them, and let those ‘fake diamonds’ remind you of the ‘REAL diamonds.’
You ‘da Dad,
Todd
AKA – The Diamond Hunter
Have any "diamonds"?? I know I sure do. One of my favorites is a frame Pamela made me that has dried flowers from the Mojave desert. When we were there it was one of the most special, happiest moments in my life. When I die, that's where I want some of my ashes spread. I hope that last comment didn't freak anyone out! It's the truth, and hey I didn't say when I die soon...I just said when I die...because we all are going to die at some point. Ya know?!
I'm going to try to go back to sleep. I hope y'all are having a great weekend! Remember how much I love and appreciate you!
Congratulations and a lifetime of happiness, love and blessings to Kurt and Felricia!! They were married Saturday!!!! YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*** Please say prayers for My Aunt Gloria and our family, Nathan (He's moved to the Ronald McDonald House.), Ms Bobby (shestarted radiation), Mr. Russo, Ms Pammy (recovering from surgery.), Lenore, Trish and David Carey. They are fighting the battle with cancer too .
*** Please say prayers for Jay Carey and his family. He is in Iraq, fighting the war.
If this is your first time reading my journal, PLEASE go back to my first entry on 11-15-06 to read about the title MEET ME AT THE BREAKFAST TABLE!! Thanks!
