School mates

People come and go in our lives everyday. The best friends are the ones that you share an inseparable bond with. Sometimes these friends get lost for a while but somehow always manage to circle back around in your life. You know they are real friends because you can talk to them today as if you talk to them everyday even though it may be years since your last conversation.

In the last two years one of those lost friends found their way back to me and we talked as if we talked everyday. He trusted me enough to fill me in on the missing years. He trusted me with both the good and the bad, knowing I would never judge him. I felt as if this friend gave me a gift because he had no fear to share the truth.

Sadly, Saturday the Lord decided it was time for him to come home. It was like one minute he was here and the next he was gone.

In recent weeks I had reached out to him but had not heard from him. There was a part of me that worried when he did not respond but I trusted when he was ready he would circle round again. That never happened.

When people die their friends and family wish for one more day with them. When people die suddenly the longing for one more day is much greater.

If I had one more day with Brandon I would want to meet him at the park with my dog and let him meet her. We would talk about his wanting to help others with service dogs. It would probably turn to something silly, like crazy things our dogs did and we would be laughing.

If I had one more day with Brandon I would want him to make me his favorite meal. He loved to cook and was quite good at it. It seemed to be something that brought him peace.

If I had one more day with Brandon I would want to go to his favorite club and listen to him play. Music was something he could get lost in and the rest of the world didn't matter.

Today, there will be a celebration of Brandon's life. I will miss talking to my friend, I will treasure the gift of trust he gave me but, most of all I will miss listening to him laugh. I am so glad he will finally be at peace.

RIP Brandon

Love ~ from my 9 year old.......

About once a month I really get on the kids about cleaning their rooms. Once they tell me they are clean I then go through them with my "Mama-sense" (my spidy sense, LOL!!). It is crazy the things I find everything from food, this mornings dirty pj's, last weeks stinky socks, my craft scissors, you name it I find it. I am rarely surprised at what I find but it doesn't mean I still don't shake my head.

Today I decided to do my monthly check. I was truly shocked at what I found. In the girls room there was tons of trash. Waded up paper, ripped pictures and pages, as I looked through the papers before I threw it in the trash I found a poem that Kaitlynn and written May 2013. Last year she received some blank journals for a gift from First Communion. Lately she has been sketching and writing in the journals and this is one of the pages she left on her bedroom floor.

She doesn't know I am posting it but I though it was sweet.

Love

 

Love is a heart

Love is something sweet

Love is something everyone has in their hearts and minds

Love is special

Love is a heart

Kaitlynn May Addler 2013

TTFN~