Friday, October 8, 2010


The last weekend I was home, I went into Isaac's room, so crisp and bare. I laid down on the floor, where the bunk bed used to be, and pretended...
Pretended that laying in that exact spot, where at one point, Isaac - and Bryan - used to be, maybe I could soak a little more of them into me.

I wanted to make sure I carried them away with me,
because there's no going back.

I hate being apart from my family. Not seeing them. Not hugging them. Not knowing they're safe.
I'm terrified I'll wake up one morning and find another one of them gone.

Tomorrow they're packing up my home.

1 comment:

  1. Change is so hard. Thinking and praying for you daily!