And then again....

I edited the below post about the stained glass so it would read the picture below it. Sigh. I will get this right, I hope.

Today I showed someone a picture of each of my grandsons. He said something about how sad when he saw my Alex's picture - the still born grandson. At that moment I thought something somewhat brutal and then I said it. I told the man that it was sad but that Alex would/could have been alive today. His death was preventable and that little niggle of hate made its way to my voice. Hate for the fact that my grandson is dead and the woman responsible is still practicing medicine and that fact is an abomination to me.

It's snowing today and it's supposed to snow tomorrow. Welcome to spring in the snowbelt. Bah Humbug. Thank goodness for my little growing things - hope for warmth springs eternal I guess.