January 14, 2015 6:00 pm
“Beven, I’m coming to get y’all. Get ready.”
“What’s wrong? What happened?”
“Nothing … Just be ready when I get there.”
I listened to his words, but I have known this man for over half my life and I heard how wrong everything was in the sharp cracks of his voice.
The usually short ride to LSU was painstakingly long as I relived 15 years’ worth of memories as I anxiously waited for the opportunity to hold my best friend. I know the specialist talked for a while as I held his weak body against mine. However, as tears streamed down my cheeks, the only words that resonated were “He has less than 24 hours.”
Saying Goodbye
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Yep. All of the ingredients - but we just can't get there.
(This is an embarrassing, actual photo of my dinner as I received it one night -
my fulfillment of a childhood comfort food craving, apparently, the only way it comes)
Monday morning:
We *finally* get into the car (after a few trips to retrieve forgotten items).
Seatbelts on.
Reverse.
Back the car DIRECTLY into the trash AND recycling bins.
Curse in front of my kid.
Exit car, clean up trash in the street (in heels and a skirt).
Re-situate garbage and recycling bins.
Back out again.
Make it to the carpool drop off *just* in time.
Rush to work.
Get further behind because of unexpected meetings.
Monday afternoon:
Still at work. Can't catch up.
Husband picks up kids (each at a different location). He...
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A family that plays together
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