The last three years, we've always done the same thing every Good Friday...attended the Michael Allen Harrison's 10 Grands concert in downtown Portland in the morning then gone to our church for Tres Ore.
The vote was split on 10 Grands this year so I didn't sign up. It turned out to be a good thing since the one person who wanted to attend, Finn, has a field trip for his history class.
The one thing I want to do today is bring Rocket home. They called a couple of weeks ago, but I wasn't ready. I'm still not sure I am, but it's time. Spirit is still acting off. She sits on the boxes where Rocket would go when he wanted to be alone and she just stares down the stairs as if she's waiting for something. Or him. I think it's one of the places she might be able to smell his scent.
I hope you have a good Friday!
