mourn

Everyday. Everyday. I miss him. I see his face in the mirror. Had the 4th of July at the house and thought about how proud he’d have been to be a great grandpa, I can imagine him teasing Jason about being grandpa Petty now. He’d be sneaking all the grandkids candy and ice cream. He’d already be fixing Cassi’s car, he wouldn’t wait for the insurance adjusters, he’d want it to be done. He’d be so pround of Jeremy and Cameron, but he would have went to the airport to see them off, and maybe even cried like he did the first time Jeremy left for basic. Maybe. He would have teased Chris about having the volleyball net going into the sun. He’d laugh at Tyler and talk about how much he’s like Jon. He’d enjoy the food and eat an extra helping of Edna rice and chicken. He’d lay on a blanket on the hill with mom and watch the fireworks. And he’d hug each and every one of us when the day was through.

Yesterday Cassi called early from practice and said that practice had been cancelled, she explained that something terrible had happened, I waited… One of the girls on the team lost her brother, he woke up that morning not feeling very well, with a headache, her mom told him to lay back down and tried to get him to take some medicine, he laid down and when she went to check on him a little later, he had passed. He was only 9 years old. Pray.

Today I went to another funeral, he was only 21, too many this year. My friend Misty died only a few weeks ago, she left a wonderful husband and a little boy. During the funeral I ran into a dear friend who lost her 19 year old son only 8 months ago, and then went to lunch with Chris and was reminded of the fact that the waitress, a wonderfully nice person, lost her son less than two years ago. And there are more. Sometimes we don’t take the time to mourn others loses, and pray.