The three Hs

Not super talky tonight in gen­eral.  I’ve been a bit blue today, because it’s not really all that weird to hate good­byes.  My vis­i­tors are off to their Thanks­giv­ing vaca­tion, and I’ve already been miss­ing them some­thing fierce.

To top off the blue feel­ing, I just watched a video for sur­vivors of sui­cide.  My brother is con­spic­u­ously absent too, and with the upcom­ing hol­i­day and game I feel it keenly.  There was a lit­tle mnemonic pre­sented to any­one want­ing to help any­one else who was griev­ing or deal­ing with a loss that I thought was par­tic­u­larly insight­ful.  The three Hs were to Hug, Hush, and Hang out. That sounds just about right to me.

Of course, being show­ered with kisses by a kinder­gartener helps too.  So does watch­ing a sec­ond grader be goofy with his new foam bul­let gun, and argu­ing about which Teenaged Mutant Ninja Tur­tle every­one in the fam­ily rep­re­sents.  I highly rec­om­mend bor­row­ing a cou­ple of grimy lit­tle boys the next time you’re feel­ing sad.