Mammo went as expected....lots of squishing. I expect to get a call back...I always do. The waiting is the hardest part, as all of you know!
We're doing okay here. It's still difficult. I've resisted the temptation to pull out Shawn's soccer and baseball team photos to find Nick. Sarah is coping. Still cries at the drop of a hat. But my husband (who has no clue how to deal with daughters which is why, I'm convinced, we were only blessed with one) saw the light and picked her up a new cell phone yesterday. Truth be told, I handed the broken one to him yesterday morning and said, "you handle it...or I will". No question...he is still going for Dad of the Year and brought her home a new phone. Her response, "SCREEEECHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" Lots of jumping up and down. Excitement.
And then, "Wait...what kind of phone is this? It's not a chocolate."
Dad's response, "It's this or nothing."
Sarah, "I LOVE IT!"
She is her mother's daughter.
Shawn is really struggling. Guys are so different. He's subdued. Sad. Grieving. I found him in my grandmother's chair, hood of his sweatshirt pulled up over his head. TV was on, but he hadn't a clue. I know him...if he doesn't want to talk...he won't and it just makes him worse. So I walked by, touching his arm, and told him I loved him. And kept walking. I got a soft, "love you, too" back. He'll be okay. He just mourns differently.
There is a "pep rally" in honor of Nick today at school. Shawn came into our room at O'Dark'Thirty and headed to our closet. He came out with Russell's cowboy hat on and said, "Dad said I could wear his hat today. Nick HATED it when I wore my boots and hat to school." Then he chuckled and headed out. I love that boy.
This afternoon and evening is the viewing. We're going this afternoon. Tomorrow is the funeral. We're going. If Sarah is up to it, we'll head to Rockville afterwards for the rest of her tournament. We'll leave it up to her (won't we Mr. Smith????!!!). He just doesn't get girls.
I fasted from 7 last night until my blood work appointment this morning at 8:15. At 9:00 they finally called me over to reschedule. The lab guy never showed. GRRRR. I headed to Starbucks and got a big gulp size (I wish) of Verona (my favorite) and also a pound of beans. And a free tall to go along with my beans. Which I brought home and gave to my sweet neighbor, Flo. She is single. Still works, but on Friday she telecommutes. We have her over often. Hit each other up for food, drink, etc. Love her. She's a lot like my mom but NOT my mom so better. lol.
Okay, I'm off to shower and head to Target. Need to hit the office for a bit, too.
Thanks so much for keeping us in your thoughts and prayers. And especially Nick's parents, Cecilia & Steve.
Lori
Mammo went as expected....lots of squishing. I expect to get a call back...I always do. The waiting is the hardest part, as all of you know!
We're doing okay here. It's still difficult. I've resisted the temptation to pull out Shawn's soccer and baseball team photos to find Nick. Sarah is coping. Still cries at the drop of a hat. But my husband (who has no clue how to deal with daughters which is why, I'm convinced, we were only blessed with one) saw the light and picked her up a new cell phone yesterday. Truth be told, I handed the broken one to him yesterday morning and said, "you handle it...or I will". No question...he is still going for Dad of the Year and brought her home a new phone. Her response, "SCREEEECHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" Lots of jumping up and down. Excitement.
And then, "Wait...what kind of phone is this? It's not a chocolate."
Dad's response, "It's this or nothing."
Sarah, "I LOVE IT!"
She is her mother's daughter.
Shawn is really struggling. Guys are so different. He's subdued. Sad. Grieving. I found him in my grandmother's chair, hood of his sweatshirt pulled up over his head. TV was on, but he hadn't a clue. I know him...if he doesn't want to talk...he won't and it just makes him worse. So I walked by, touching his arm, and told him I loved him. And kept walking. I got a soft, "love you, too" back. He'll be okay. He just mourns differently.
There is a "pep rally" in honor of Nick today at school. Shawn came into our room at O'Dark'Thirty and headed to our closet. He came out with Russell's cowboy hat on and said, "Dad said I could wear his hat today. Nick HATED it when I wore my boots and hat to school." Then he chuckled and headed out. I love that boy.
This afternoon and evening is the viewing. We're going this afternoon. Tomorrow is the funeral. We're going. If Sarah is up to it, we'll head to Rockville afterwards for the rest of her tournament. We'll leave it up to her (won't we Mr. Smith????!!!). He just doesn't get girls.
I fasted from 7 last night until my blood work appointment this morning at 8:15. At 9:00 they finally called me over to reschedule. The lab guy never showed. GRRRR. I headed to Starbucks and got a big gulp size (I wish) of Verona (my favorite) and also a pound of beans. And a free tall to go along with my beans. Which I brought home and gave to my sweet neighbor, Flo. She is single. Still works, but on Friday she telecommutes. We have her over often. Hit each other up for food, drink, etc. Love her. She's a lot like my mom but NOT my mom so better. lol.
Okay, I'm off to shower and head to Target. Need to hit the office for a bit, too.
Thanks so much for keeping us in your thoughts and prayers. And especially Nick's parents, Cecilia & Steve.
Love you.