My head and heart are spinning right now. Sometimes, they don’t move at all. I look happy in the photo because my dear younger sister and youngest brother are with me. We, along with our older sister are a team. I just wish these two lived in my town. The “game” would be much easier. It really isn’t a game, though. Not when your mother is wasting away from cancer. I’m really so tired and in a daze. And I think this is just the beginning of the worst to come.
A week and a half ago, our red-haired boy was riding in a car driven by his best friend….down hill..curvy mountain road. That call came, thankfully from our boy, assuring me that he was “fine” but that there had been an accident. He had the strength and sensibility to spare me the awful details. Those came a bit later. The car went out of control (bad tires, fast driving). They crashed into a wall, flipped and rolled 3 times, stopping on their side (driver’s) and thankfully did NOT go over the edge down into wherever they’d have gone. I still get choked up when I see the skid mark and the big gash in that wall, and when I think of that night and then several days later when I was able to hug my boy’s best buddy, who miraculously survived.
Three nights later, (3:15 a.m.) our dog Kilo barked hysterically. Hubby made it to the front window in time to see a young man sitting in our Xterra. I spotted another one walking away from our dead car. They both walked out of our driveway as if they owned the place. Hubby called the cops who went out looking for the hoodlums before coming to our house to look at the cars and write their report. The guys were not caught. Other people in the area were also “hit”. All the dudes got from our cars was coin. Whew. We were stupid to have not locked them. Believe me, that has changed. Before that invasion, I had never gone to sleep. After the invasion, I didn’t sleep til 7a.m. and got up at 10. Cat nap.
This past weekend, there was a horrific fire in Yarnell and Peeple’s Valley that a storm blew out of control. Tragically, 19 firefighters died from the 20 member Granite Mountain Hotshot crew, based in our town. Yes, we knew one of them. Our oldest son knew 2 of them and our younger son knew 1. Our town has been deeply wounded.
As time goes on, I know there will be more tragedy. It’s a sign of the times. All I can say is how thankful I am for who is in my life and that no matter what, there’s always somebody who’s on the team to support with love and generosity and compassion.
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Lifting you in prayers. So much to carry! You’re not alone.
That has been a rough time. So glad your son is OK, and that you have family to help you. (And God, of course.)
Oh hon! I am so sorry! It seems like there is so much sorrow right now. We’re going through a lot, too. I will never understand why there is so much tragedy and hurt in this world. I’m praying for you guys though! ((((big warm hugs)))))
Gail — how much more is there?!!! I’m so glad that Ryan and his friend are ok — perhaps a lesson learned, but a tough one. I’m glad Ryan handled it so well as he told you about it! And I am also glad that the hoodlums only found coin in your cars — and that they didn’t try to come into the house! I’m still having trouble watching the news of your terrible fire and the toll it has taken!
It’s good that your brother and sister are there — I assume for a visit. How long will they be with you? That they are there will cheer your mom, as well as giving you some much needed help. Do remember to take care of yourself as you go through this tough time!
Love you much –
(((((hugs)))))
Janet
@slmret - Oh, that continuing fire news has been rough. My brother and sis and her hubby were only here for the weekend. My sister will be back next week and will stay a few days. We are encouraged by all the people who’ve sent their love and prayers, but it’s still hard.
@SealedbyGrace - Thank you so much for your hugs and prayers! Every little bit helps!
@ata_grandma - “and God, of course”…yes! What would we do without our faith?
@aSeriesofFortunateEvents - Yes, it’s a lot to carry and it’s like wearing a heavy, ugly coat. Thank you for your prayers. Hugs to you!
dear friend, I will be praying for you. You are never alone or out of our Father’s loving care
Love you Gal! Find a quiet spot…….close your eyes…….and imagine all your friends there giving you BIG WARM HUGS!
Cause we are!