So, I grew up in a small town and I know a lot of people from that small town. People I really could care less about, but others I still love.
I lost one I still love yesterday. Mavi....I remember meeting her at St. Simon and Jude Elementary. She was a year younger than I. She had pzazz. Her grandparents and mine were friends. Mavi was a good girl.....she will be missed.
Words.....I had plenty of them this morning for Nik who locked me out of the house. I was leaving for work and he said he had the car keys except he did not. Nope, they were safely in the locked house. No biggie....I get a ride to school and am on time. Larry comes to pick us up at 4:30(again no biggie; I had a lot to do in my classroom). We get home only for him to realize his keys to the house are on the MDX key ring that is at Acura being serviced. Shit! He is able to pop the lock. Yah, we are in......NOPE, no sooner does Larry pop the lock, Zak pulls the still locked door closed! WHF are you thinking came flying out of Larry's mouth. He has to drive to Acura, get the keys are drive home. I get to stay in the garage and entertain a 22 month old for two hours all the while it is raining outside!
It is 9:15pm. I am going to bed......Oh, did I mention a mom of a student e mailed me today to tell me her kid does not like me? Too bad lady, I am the teacher and that is that......Really????
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Our Fallen Hero
Hero: a man distinguished by exceptional courage and nobility and strength
She was a woman. She was a daughter, mother, wife, and friend. She was the mother of my boys, the wife of my husband and sadly not ever my friend in life. She fought a fight I cannot imagine. She never gave up. She fought to see Nik's first birthday. She missed her own that year. She fought for one more Christmas, but lost just shy of that year's holidays. She wrote them letters, made out birthday cards, and finished a scrapbook for Nik just so they had something after she was gone. She planned her own funeral so Larry did not have to handle the details while in so much pain. She left me my life and did not even know it when she died.
She left them 9 years ago today. The pain for some is still as raw today as it was nine years ago, but for others it is easing. Her life is remembered, her time here on earth cherished.
Today her boys were at a football pep rally. Likely she was not on their minds. She was on mine. I fought tears as I watched Zak hang with his buddies. I fought the tears when I saw Nik run out with his first football team. She is missing so much. It is not fair! They too miss so much, her voice, her scent, her long "red" hair. The way she read to them, the way she tucked them in at night, the way she made peanut butter and honey sandwiches. All things I cannot be all things I want them to remember!
So, tonight as our crazy weekend comes to a close I sit in quiet and think about a hero I never knew. Someone I owe so much of my happiness to. Someone that gave me a gift better than anything I can ever wrap. R.I.P. Randa Gail Kennedy.
She was a woman. She was a daughter, mother, wife, and friend. She was the mother of my boys, the wife of my husband and sadly not ever my friend in life. She fought a fight I cannot imagine. She never gave up. She fought to see Nik's first birthday. She missed her own that year. She fought for one more Christmas, but lost just shy of that year's holidays. She wrote them letters, made out birthday cards, and finished a scrapbook for Nik just so they had something after she was gone. She planned her own funeral so Larry did not have to handle the details while in so much pain. She left me my life and did not even know it when she died.
She left them 9 years ago today. The pain for some is still as raw today as it was nine years ago, but for others it is easing. Her life is remembered, her time here on earth cherished.
Today her boys were at a football pep rally. Likely she was not on their minds. She was on mine. I fought tears as I watched Zak hang with his buddies. I fought the tears when I saw Nik run out with his first football team. She is missing so much. It is not fair! They too miss so much, her voice, her scent, her long "red" hair. The way she read to them, the way she tucked them in at night, the way she made peanut butter and honey sandwiches. All things I cannot be all things I want them to remember!
So, tonight as our crazy weekend comes to a close I sit in quiet and think about a hero I never knew. Someone I owe so much of my happiness to. Someone that gave me a gift better than anything I can ever wrap. R.I.P. Randa Gail Kennedy.
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