This day before Thanksgiving

I have one son in Hawaii and one son upstairs asleep. It has been a rough couple of days as an EMT for the second son. He performed CPR on a 26 year old man who succumbed to whatever illness he had. "CPR is hard Mom."

I don't say much - just listen. I am grateful for the friends that my son has made with the other EMT's. They talk about what they have seen with each other; sometimes jokes are said just between them. Illness and death are a hard business to be in. They keep each other grounded.