The kids are staying over at Grandma’s.
Brian won’t be home until midnight.
Some of my girlfriends are coming over.
There will be food. Margaritas. Sangria. Guacamole. Sex on the Beach. Laughter. and Wii.
But as I pour the vodka into the pitcher and I stir with the rum and the cranberry juice, I realize. This is not what I should be doing. It’s what has been sitting on the fore front of my mind all day long.
I’m supposed to be carrying my boys, wobbling around, drinking water. And I’m not. And THAT is a hard pill to swallow. I realize now, how very long it will take me to swallow that pill. If I ever can.
I’m grateful for my friends, my family for they help fill the emptiness that I feel inside. I’ll laugh and maybe sing and dance, and I can’t wait.
But somehow, tonight, more than ever, I miss my James and Jakie. My heart hurts so badly.
More prayers go out to you Beth. You are so dear and precious. I hope last night turned out to be a good night for you. (Sorry I missed it, but thanks for the invite.)
More prayers go out to you Beth. You are so dear and precious. I hope last night turned out to be a good night for you. (Sorry I missed it, but thanks for the invite.)
I hope you were able to have a fun night. I can’t imagine what you are going through but my thoughts and prayers are with you.
I hope you were able to have a fun night. I can’t imagine what you are going through but my thoughts and prayers are with you.
I’m not quite sure what happend, but I can guess.
I just hope you have a great time with your friends!
I’m not quite sure what happend, but I can guess.
I just hope you have a great time with your friends!
My heart hurts for you, Beth. It does.
My heart hurts for you, Beth. It does.
Dear Beth,
I thought of you all last night… hoping and praying that you found joy in your friends and the get-together. This morning, you again came to mind as I wrote my post about Dimi, a dear friend of Audrey’s who died in action in Iraq. I know Dimi’s mother, and I know she is still struggling with this greatest tragedy that any mother can know. I wish and hope and pray today that you both find great strength in your angels…
Much love, Sharon
Dear Beth,
I thought of you all last night… hoping and praying that you found joy in your friends and the get-together. This morning, you again came to mind as I wrote my post about Dimi, a dear friend of Audrey’s who died in action in Iraq. I know Dimi’s mother, and I know she is still struggling with this greatest tragedy that any mother can know. I wish and hope and pray today that you both find great strength in your angels…
Much love, Sharon
I love how open and real you are. That you can talk about it and face the pain, although I know it’s not easy. My family tends to bury everything and I just admire people like you so much. I’m so glad that you spent last night with your friends and I hope that some fun and laughter drowned out the sorrow for even a moment. xo. BIG hugs.
I love how open and real you are. That you can talk about it and face the pain, although I know it’s not easy. My family tends to bury everything and I just admire people like you so much. I’m so glad that you spent last night with your friends and I hope that some fun and laughter drowned out the sorrow for even a moment. xo. BIG hugs.
My heart aches for you.
My heart aches for you.
I had a lovely time, your home is so comfy. I can’t believe you were in pain, I couldn’t tell! But maybe that accounts for all the swearing?
I had a lovely time, your home is so comfy. I can’t believe you were in pain, I couldn’t tell! But maybe that accounts for all the swearing?