I’ve always considered Craig a bit of a strange bird. Whether hailing from a far away place known as the ‘backwards planet’, or carrying around a red-caped egg as his mascot, or challenging Preacher Bob on the library lawn, Craig always seems to bee-bop to his own special tune. He sometimes privileges us with that special tune in the cacophony that now and then emanates from his harmonica.
Heck, we’re all strange birds in some way. I like to think of our family as a special flock of strange birds, testing and tapping patches of air to guide us towards a better destination. Each of us have been taking turns at the top spot, cutting the wind and reducing the drag for all of us. First, it was our dad and mom trading the leaders spot in our V formation. And in August, it was the kid’s turn, allowing our dad, and especially our mom, some much needed rest. Once we learned of Craig’s diagnosis, I swooped in to take my spot in the order, trading the lead with Diane along the way. In April, Diane and I will find ourselves somewhere in the middle again, rebuilding our strength while Erin takes over. This formation has allowed us to push through some tough patches of air, with the toughest perhaps yet to come. We've always pulled together, shifting our formation to serve important wind-breaks for the others just when it’s needed. Craig and mom will get their turn soon enough, but until then, dad, Diane, Erin, I will continue to do our job within our strange little flock. Naturally. -- J
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