I never know what to say in the first post after I’ve had a death in the family. In the past year, we’ve buried a nephew, a grandmother, and now a father/father-in-law. There’s always a strange stillness in my mind when I try to get back into the groove of things.
I should start by thanking everyone for their kind words of sympathy. It’s so wonderful that there are people out there in the world who have never met us, and yet care so much about us. Thank you. Rodney reads my blog and has read every comment regarding the passing of his father. We are both very touched by your support. I was also amazed at how many of you have went through the loss of your own parents already. I can’t imagine how any of you got through it, but I guess you all did.
Well onto other items… let me tell you a strange story about spontaneous glass breakage. Ever heard of it? I hadn’t.
Rodney was in the garage organizing some things today, and he picked up a glass door that used to be attached to a stereo cabinet unit. It wasn’t cracked or in bad condition. Just a piece of glass that was in the garage.
When he picked it up, the glass shattered right in his hands. Thousands of tiny shreds of glass came falling like rain down on his legs, feet, and all around him. Amazingly, he didn’t had one scratch on him.
Then it got stranger. The chunks of glass started “popping” in the air… It was just like popcorn. A chunk would actually lift up into the air and explode into smaller pieces, then go flying in different directions.
This is called spontaneous glass breakage and it happens unexpectedly. The glass doesn’t even have to be touched. Sometimes it just explodes on its own. Pretty freaky, eh?
We’re assuming it happened to us due to the heat in the garage. It was hot today, and it must have put the glass in an unstable state, causing it to explode.