The sun is back. It's 85 degrees. But the other son is gone. He has been missing for 5 nights. I'm calm. (I think) This happens once in awhile.
I read an article saying we need 10 minutes of sun on our skin each day. This gives us our daily dose of vitamin D. So I dusted the leaves off the chaise lounge and sat down with my lunch. Oh....it was heaven. As I looked into the deep blue, something fuzzy and brown caught the side of me eye. A gopher had poked his head up through the grass! He was 2 feet from me.
Interestingly, yesterday my friend L., who is almost 80, told me she shot a gopher with her pellet gun.
"Did you kill him?"
"Yes. I shot that sucker in the head."
"What did you do with him?"
"I left him in the hole so his little friends could see what happens to gophers in my yard."
The brown fuzz ball was staring at me with his beady eyes. I stared back. I'd never seen a gopher this close before. I noticed his teeth! I tossed my dish at him. He ducked into his hole. And later in the day he added several more mounds to the back yard.
Back to the son. There is nothing I can do. I just have to pray for him. So I do. He belongs to God. God has him.