I was really considering ditching the whole blog thing. Reading comment after comment from readers meant so much to me and it stood good chances of changing my mind.
I won’t lie, I felt like a bit of a crybaby for all the complaining I did. It’s ok, you can say it. I did. Someone call a wahhhmbulence because I was obviously having a crisis.
And just about the time it seemed like I had issues, the world came crashing down.
We had gotten dressed and ready for Nathaniel’s soccer camp that there was a screw up around. For me that meant A LOT of screw up. Peter had worked so hard to cover all the bases and there were screw ups.
It was a mess.
When it felt like a REALLY bad day, I got a text message.
A friend had lost her son to the brain tumors they could never get rid of.
Her child. Gone.
Her little boy with the goofy grin and wonderful hug was forever gone.
And I couldn’t even go to his mother’s side to tell her how much he meant to me. I couldn’t share with his step-dad how he used to crack me up. I can’t be there to say goodbye at his service.
I have never resented how much these strokes have limited me more than this.
Justen, I miss you.
You made the world a better place.