Lisa

Lisa, Lisa.
She's a great lesson in how someone you barely know can really deeply affect you. I'm sure she has no idea how affected I am by her.
My brother in law dated Lisa briefly. It's kind of funny now, when I look at it, because he doesn't seem her type to me AT ALL. Like not even a little bit. But whatever, he dated her and he got her to come to MN. She is wacky enough to fit in with this crowd, and in some ways, MORE wacky (do NOT, I repeat, DO NOT play board games with her. She's insane!!!! Literally. Don't do it.You'll end up bitch slapping her and feeling horrible about it the next day.)

Lisa has a story. She is NOT her story, but she is experiencing herself through her story. Her story is this: She is a 36 year old widow with 4 children. Her husband committed suicide a little over a year ago. This darling knew NOTHING about ANYTHING. Hubby took care of everything- EVERYTHING- and left her quite a mess to clean up. Can you imagine the shock?
She is such a bright, shining light. She is HYSTERICAL, and she writes beautifully, and THANK GOD, she blogs. I love having the chance to see the world through her eyes. She's putting herself through school, and she's learning how to navigate in this big, crazy world. I am immensely proud of her- she is just OUTSTANDING. I know that there is so much pain and heartache that she carries, and I know sometimes, probably more often than we know, she cries. I am learning so much from just watching her go through the process. What a process it is.

Thank you, Lisa! Thank you for sharing you with me, with all of us. I love you, I love your beautiful heart, I love watching you soak everything in until you are full, so full. I am sorry for all the tears you cry, I'm sorry for every second you miss A, I am sorry for any sorrow that befalls you. You are weaving a beautiful, beautiful pattern that can never be duplicated by anyone else, and I appreciate getting to watch you do it. THANK YOU!