Life is Short

Since I still haven't figured out how to put my pictures anywhere but at the top of the post, I guess you get the explanation on those first.  Kelley got her hair cut a few weeks ago!  It is so super cute.  I was going to get my hair cut and she said "I don't want to get my hair cut like yours...because then I wouldn't look like me!"  I told her that was fine and I knew she wanted to grow her hair out, but I thought she's like it shorter and it would be way cute.  Anyway, my sister took the kids while I was there and then brought them in at the end.  Kelley then said she wanted it cut.   I asked if she was sure and we went out to lunch to make sure she had time to think about it.  She was sure.  And she had enough to donate to Pantene Beautiful Lengths (they do wigs for cancer patients.)   waited to post because I keep trying to remember to get a better picture, but haven't been able to yet...so this is the best it gets.  She LOVES it!  She tells everyone "It's so easy to comb and so easy to fix".  Long hair gets tangled easily.  Anyway, I love it too...it's so much easier for mom!  But I have to say, I'm a bit jealous.  All I have to do is blow dry hers and it's perfectly in place and bouncy and cute.  Where did that come from?  My hair certainly doesn't behave like that...

Now for some sad news.  I just feel like I have to share this.  This blog thing is an outlet for me, so anyway...my Uncle Paul Lusk was killed last night.  He was talking a walk with his wife and some 18 year old kid got distracted or something and hit and killed him.  Life is just crazy and fragile and you really can't count on anything.  This is a bit more personal than the plane crash I blogged about last month, but it's the same concept.  He was only 45, still has kids at home, healthy.  And now he's not here anymore.  Paul was just a good guy.  He was quiet, kind, always smiling.  He seemed happy and his family seemed happy.  He never seemed to draw attention to himself.  I can't ever remember him raising his voice to his kids, when I was around him or saying anything mean or hurtful about anyone.  I have such mixed emotions about it.   I feel so deeply sad for his family and how they must be missing him.  But I have felt the spirit and comfort when I think about it.  Anyway, I'm going to the funeral on Monday.  I'm glad to have known him.  I miss him even though I didn't even see him that often.  My first memory of him was attending their wedding reception, I could have only been 5 or 6.  But they weren't there, they had clothes on dummies.  Paul and Leah had got into a car accident I think driving to Ely from SLC where they got married and were in the hospital or something.  Anyway....I don't know what else to say, but just wanted to get this out and send it into the void.  So thanks for reading if you are...and please pray for the Lusk family.