Maybe it's that I'm tired from driving back to KC. Maybe it was my great-uncle's funeral today back at Lakeview, but I'm feeling sad today.
Billy had another meltdown before the funeral.
I see your Gatorades still here from when you were sick (Billy is about to finish them off) and your diet Pepsi's and I just still can't believe you're gone. I keep expecting you to be mad I'm letting Billy play your xbox or be mad I'm spending money, which you wouldn't really be mad about, also which I wouldn't have if you were still here.
I have a feeling it's going to be a rough night and I'll end up in your bed.
Earlier today, Isidro gave me a gift. Inside was a card, a coloring book (Words of Grace) because I told him I lost my creativity, and a devotional called Peace in the Face of Loss. The first devotion covered Proverbs 19:21 and Deuteronomy 32:4 and how our plans aren't always HIS plans. How many times have I said we had more to do, places to go, PLANS? Isaiah 55:8, 9.
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