Thursday, February 16, 2012

The Harshness of February

This has been a most trying month.

There is always one month in the wintertime that gets me, and it appears this is to be it.  

I hope.

Keith's pneumonia.

Faye caught Keith's cold.  She still has it.  Happily, it isn't pneumonia.

Then I caught it, and Jeffrey caught it.  

We are better, except Faye.  Her cold is persistently accompanying her everywhere she goes.  And desperately trying to spread to all who come in contact with her.

Tuesday was a a shocker of a day.  I got an email from my father about a dear friend of mine. Thayne Adams.  His wife, Danielle, was one of my earliest youth leaders.  I adore her.  She did my hair for my wedding.  Thayne worked with me before Keith was born.  He made work a much happier place.  That family is one of my favorites.

In the email, I was informed Thayne had passed away, leaving his beautiful wife and four children.  I was heartbroken.  I was in denial.  I refused to believe.  I discovered so many sad things about my friend.  I learned he had a brain tumor.  He was driving home from the hospital, and his car swerved into a semi, taking him from his young family.

Keith is such a sweet kind hearted boy.  He saw the tears in my eyes.  Immediately he was concerned.  "Mommy, will a hug make you feel better?"  He asked with open arms.

So I didn't cry.  I hugged my children close, and together we made heart shaped sugar cookies.  I then put the tragedy of my friends out of my mind.  

Until today.  Today was the funeral.

I got there too late to talk to Danielle.  I sat across the room from where she would be sitting in hopes of catching her eye and somehow transferring my love and sorrow for her.  But I couldn't keep the tears from streaming down my face.  He is such a wonderful man.  I think everyone who met him loved him.  Or I might be a little biased.  I have known them since I was twelve and they moved into my neighborhood as newly weds.  

Watching Danielle sob, her oldest son trying to comfort her, her daughter burying her face in her lap was tragic.  I could not keep from crying. Also remembering my dear friend and his goodness and kindness was difficult.  I was gratified that Danielle did see me, and mouthed "thank you" from across the room.  I desperately wanted to rush over and just hug her and cry with her.  Unfortunately, I got sick in the middle and had to leave the funeral early, to spend the rest of the day in bed.  Blech.  I have been trying to go off sugar, and that gave me a horrific headache.  Complete with an upset stomach.  The headache lasted a good six hours.  Up until I decided to eat some chocolate I had on hand.  Pitiful what a sugar addiction can do.  

It was a hard day.  It has been a difficult month.  I think there is a reason February is the shortest month of all.  I for one will be happy when it is over.
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