Once more, it's opening day at camp. I refuse.
I went up last weekend and found that the mice had been partying. I was going to leave the bedding, but decided it would be better off left in my car all week. Today, Jason is going up there to clean up. At least I hope he is.
Camp still overwhelms me...the place where he died. Am I keeping it because he loved it? Or because I love it? Or because my kids love it?
It is amazing to me, that even after all these months, I still tend to question this.