I don't have much inspiration to write, just trucking along with all the normal business of our lives.
Thinking of the family who will memorialize their son, grandson, nephew, cousin, friend tonight, then bury him tomorrow.
As a parent you just can't fathom a loss of a child, a 9 year old.
I look at my kids everyday and am blessed they are here with me. It's scary to think that anyone can lose that feeling of security, of life, breathing, talking, playing. I never want to know how it feels.
My over-protective style of parenting doesn't come with any guarantees.
My parents are in Cabo.
I'm used to talking to my mom everyday. She's called once in the week she's been gone. It's strange. During this time of loss, the distance between her and I is painful. I need a backup.
But, my selfishness is trumped by the tone in her voice when she called. She and my dad and their friends are having the time of their lives. Vacation. Relaxation. Sun. Mexican food. Beaches. They deserve it.
Why does everything happen on one day?
Today, both of my children's schools have Open House. Same town, opposite ends, same time6-7pm. Plus, dance photos starting after school running through 7-8pm. K has two shots, DQ has 7.
Then the memorial service from 5-8pm. Sure if there was 4 of me, no problem.
It's no secret that anxiety and depression have been a part of my life. Certain times it flares up and you want to stay in bed all day.
I need a sign... the sun would be great on this dreary foggy day.
Hubby needs a sign that the economy will turn around or that his job situation will improve.
My Boy needs a sign that after going 0-9, his baseball team will win at least one game.
DQ needs a sign that these last two back-to-back ear infections that happened after swimming won't make the summer a pool-less misery.
This patience thing....not my strong suit.