So…I have things to blog about. I’ve laid awake for two nights composing rough drafts of this post and mentally trashing them all. Nothing I could write could possibly convey what it is the I’m really feeling. But here goes…
My best friend, and her children (ie Caedmon’s best friends) moved to Pennsylvania Sunday night. It was one of the most gut wrenching events of my life.
I know that might sound dramatic, and maybe it is…but seeing my precious 5 year old boy laying face first on the sidewalk at almost 1am screaming, “Please God let me die so I never have to feel this way again!”, pretty much ripped my heart out.
I scooped him up off of the sidewalk and into my lap and we sobbed together as we watched them drive away.
Eventually we made it back into the house where both of us cried so hard that we could barely speak. I managed to get Caedmon into his bed and prayed with him. Mercifully he was so exhausted that he was sound asleep by the time I walked out of his room.
I wasn’t so lucky.
I spent the rest of the night/morning tossing, turning, crying, and texting Liza to make sure that she was staying awake on the road.
I must have eventually fallen asleep because the next thing I knew it was morning and I was clutching my cellphone in my hand with my eyes swollen shut.
We’ve been doing a bit better since then, but our emotions are still pretty raw. Caedmon cried today when he heard me ask Liza if she was at McDonalds. He automatically asked if we could go hang out with them at McD’s and just as quickly realized that they were at a McDonald’s all the way across the country.
Weisers, you’ve left a hole in our lives and our hearts that will never be completely healed.
We love you.