Good thing it is clear out tonight ....
The sky is studded with stars: stars as far as you can see. It's also full of meteors which streak swiftly above and over me like tiny, miniature rockets.
The annual Perseid meteor shower is going on right now and according to the weather and space enthuriasts, it's already shaping up to be a good show. I believe they are right: I have only been outside for an hour and I must have seen at least 100 meteors ... or more!
Don't worry about the mosquitoes: I am well armed. I have put on Off! mosquito spray and put DEET on, which is supposed to help keep them away from and off of me.
I sit here with my mom and dad, who tell me that the meteors are tiny angels. They tell me that my little brother, Owen, who died last year, is sending me a hello from Heaven. Well, he must really miss me because Owen keeps shouting hello! every few seconds it seems.
I stand up and shout HELLO! to the skies, just in case Own can't hear me. I bet he will hear me now if I yell as loudly as I possily can! I also set the dogs barking, which cracks all of us up, as we briefly forget our sadness.
Owen, who was five, had a disease called spinal muscular atrophy, which caused him to have very weak muscles; he lived longer than what doctors thought he would. In his short life he spent more time in the hospital than out, especially this past year; his lungs and heart were just too weak. He could not walk and could not talk above a whisper. He had to breathe with oxygen at night (and all the time during his last year of life up 'til the time he died last year) and needed lots of care from Mom and Dad.
I like to think that Owen is a lot happier up There among the stars. For one thing, he can probably run and walk and breathe without help; he is perfect and whole. I am sure he is teasing the angels or God; I hope God doesn't get annoyed at my little brother too much.
I keep all my thoughts about Owen to myself; I don't want to tell Mom and Dad about them 'cause I'm afraid they'll start crying (Mom, especially). They were really close with Owen, especially since they knew he wouldn't live as long as I would. They took exceptional care of him; maybe that is why Owen lived as long as he did, even with his condition.
Anyway, I sit here, watching the meteors streaking above my head and wonder what would happen if one were to accidentally hit the earth. Booy, I bet that would make a loud noise if it were close enough or make international news ... I just hope that the meteor doesn't hit anywhere close! BOOM!!
Well, I'm gonna continue watching the celestial treat, so I'll get back to watching the meteors and close this down. Take care, all!