How about that . . .

I see that I did not come back to comment about the birthday, and for that matter, I did not come back at all. I thought I had been here yesterday, though, but I guess not. I have just come from Thomas Bickle’s blog, written by his mother.

I find when I go to his site, right as it is mounting on the computer, I instinctively look to his light, the amber one on the western window sill. I look before I think; I am looking to see if it is still on. That is silly and I know it. First of all, what happens in Texas is not going to affect this little light in Indiana; second, Thomas’ light will always shine, even during the times when the light bulb is changed. Thomas and his parents have touched me and Thomas’ light will always be in my heart.