Can you die twice?

If Mom weren't already dead, this week's trade of Rocco to Boston would surely have killed her.  Trust me when I say that it's a very good thing she is not here to see this. 

Here's what she'd say.

She'd acknowledge the obvious by saying that he will be closer to home and he'll be able to spend more time with his family, especially his little brother.   

And then she'd put her lips into the position of a perfect horizontal line and she'd stare straight ahead.  This was her look that telegraphed "I do not want to live in this world and I do not want to talk about why I do not want to live in this world." 

And she'd hold that look on her face for a while, long enough to come to terms with Rocco being traded and not only traded to but those dreaded Red Sox.  

And then, in a day or in a week or in a month or never, she'd get over it.  But just barely.

No.  It's good she's gone.  This would not have gone well.   

Love and prayers from here to there.