Fredag

Då var det redan fredag. Och med den kom maginfluensan. Minstingen, 6 år, spydde igår första gången runt tie på kvällen. Sen fortsatte han under natten några gånger.
Så, nu går man på heta stenar och väntar på att nån ska säga: "mamma, jag har ont i magen"
Jag trodde vi var immuna vid dethär laget mot influensan, men tydligen var det inte så bra.
Det verkar ju som alla andra haft den, men nu blev det iallafall vår tur.
Ikväll har 10-åringen en match i nejden, imorgon har han en match i Kauhava. Han säger själv att han SKA och spela, men jag tror att vi hoppar över Kauhava. Jag vill inte att vi sätter oss i en buss och plötsligt där i bussen, får maginfluensan!



Hittade några dikter jag ville sätta hit:

> You never said I'm leaving
> You never said goodbye
> You were gone before we knew it,
> And only God knew why
> A million times we needed you,
> A million times we cried
> If Love alone could have saved you,
> You never would have died
> In Life we loved you dearly
> In death we love you still
> In our hearts you hold a place,
> That no one could ever fill
> It broke our hearts to lose you,
> But you didn't go alone
> For part of us went with you,
> The day God took you home.

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Sorry, I didn't get to stay
to laugh and run and play
to be there by your side
I'm sorry I had to die.

Mommy, I wish I could stay
just like I heard you pray
but all the angels did cry
when they told me to say goodbye.

God didn't take me 'cause he's mad.
He didn't take me to make you sad
but to give us both a chance
to be a love so precious…

Up here no trouble do I see
and the pretty angels sing to me.
The streets of gold is where I play.
You'll come here too, mommy, someday.
Until the day you join me here
I'll love you mommy dear.
Each breeze you feel and see
brings a kiss and love from me.