The phone rang a few minutes ago. When my wife said, "Hi Daddy!" I figured it was "the Call". "Panchita can't take me to the memorial tomorrw. Tell Lorenzo I need a ride." I was surprised he merely wanted to remind my darling little red haired girl with the alabaster skin that the memorial is coming up tomorrow. She told him she doubted she was going because she is real sick.
I am hoping that he got the hint last year when I refused to take him. even just drop him off. But I have a feeling he will call later tonight or maybe tomorrow afternoon complaining that the old harpy won't take him and he needs to go. He NEVER goes to the meetings anymore. He is very ill, but the memorial he MUST make it to. I picture a situation like Jim Carrey coming out of a fake rhino's behind gasping and saying, "Must have AIRRRR!" Must - get - to - the ---memooooriaaaal! All the pain he's in just to go and reject Jesus for the 58th or whatever time in his life. So sad to me.
But I still won't take him.
Thanks for letting me rant....