OK, I'm completely tired, and rather out of it, but here's something really weird: (I just cut & pasted this story from an e-mail I sent Tamera because I'm too sleepy to rewrite it.) Justin and I decided to watch a movie last night after we got the kids to bed since it wasn't too late. Eli woke up as the movie was ending and couldn't get back to sleep until around five in the morning, which was right about when Ira was waking up. (So, there was no sleep for me until Justin took Ira downstairs and I got a couple of hours this morning.) Anyway, I thought maybe Eli had a nightmare, because all last night he kept talking about ships and "What happens to the people if boats break into pieces?" I tried to reassure him about lifeboats/life vests/radios/etc, but it didn't seem to help. He obsessed and asked about it the entire night. As far as I know, he's never really seen or heard anything too awful in the way of shipwrecks and I sort of chalked it up to his whole pirate thing. The only thing he's seen, I think, was a photo of a sunken submarine in the National Geographics he pours over, but I felt like he was describing the Titanic, and children drowning or something. He was really upset wanting to know that people were safe. So, then this morning, I turn on the computer, and the headline is a story about a family with two little kids that were sailing around the world, when their sailboat was rammed by a South Korean Cargo ship, smashed into pieces and they all drowned, except the mother. The little boy, right away, but then a wave took the little girl, while they were clinging to debris, and the father drowned too, going after her. The mother had broken her back and fractured her skull and had to just lay, paralyzed, watching it all happen. (Sorry it was a very graphic story.) The Cargo ship left them for dead even though they could hear the family screaming for help. (They aren't being prosecuted because of some obscure law about international waters.) The mother spent days floating on a partially inflated raft and was so grief stricken that she actually tried to drown herself several times, but wasn't able to because she couldn't move. She eventually washed up on shore somewhere in Australia and was spotted by a plane. It happened 14 or 15 years ago at this time of year, and she is finally able to talk about it. The story, by itself was unbelievably horrific, and so incredibly sad that I would have been crying anyway, but the fact that Eli spent all night thinking about the exact same thing really freaked me out. I'm sure it's just one of those things, and simply coincidental, but still, how very strange.
In other strange news, Facebook sent me a message today saying that "abusive behavior" had been coming from my IP address, at the risk of my mom saying "I told you so", I'm worried that someone hacked into my account. I mean, it's not really that dangerous for me, since there is no money involved or much personal info, but I, obviously, don't want someone making it look like I've done something wrong. It may be a fluke since they are updating all their security systems. I certainly hope so! They are looking into it. Anyway, excuse this creepy blog entry...We got a foot of snow yesterday. The boys went sledding and got delightfully rosy cheeked. We got our Christmas tree last weekend and will visit Santa at the library on Saturday. I'd upload pictures but I'm on the wrong computer, so later! Hope everyone is well! -Emily
(About two hours later) I just got a call that Justin's Grandma has passed away. Heart attack in her sleep. We will miss her so very much. She was a prickly, sarcastic, funny, sweet, sweet lady, if that makes sense. I think she was 93. Her life was not easy, and life will not be easy without her. She had a very strong connection to the sea. Her ashes will be spread there. Again, I am NOT superstitious, but Eli's sleepless night seems rather well timed.
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