Sunday, May 25, 2008

Sunday Morning Mourning

Somedays are better than others. The kids are off at a parade and I am thinking here, in the quiet mess that is this place, about him. We should be going to the parade to watch our kids ride the float for a local politician that Nik is interning for but I found myself crampy, and crying and feeling it better for them to go off and have a good time. So many lines in this song hit home with me...but one in particular.

"As he begins to raise his voice
You lower yours and grant him one last choice"

It is our last phone call...only I didn't know it was.

7 comments:

Marshamlow said...

I'm sorry sweetie. Nice to know you are not alone, maybe? Sending good thoughts and hugs.

Jen(ni)/Fern said...

I'm so sorry. It is wrong that you aren't spending this morning with him. Thinking of you.

Jeanette said...

I'm so sorry sweetie. It sucks for you and I wish there were words to comfort. Just know your in my thoughts.

Rach said...

Oh, Laura, I'm so sorry you are hurting so much. So SO sorry.

HUGS.

Erin said...

Oh sweetie. Oh.

Melissa said...

I love that song. And can relate to a degree.

You are not to blame, and you have to stop kicking yourself. Seriously, give yourself the credit you are due. I just want to hug you, on the other hand want you to understand that YOU didnt kill him.

I too am sorry that you are hurting so much.

Courtney said...

I am so sorry. I wish I could help bear this burden for you to ease your pain. Hugs to you.