It's interesting how little comments are the ones where I feel the hurt the most. Its strange because I will be doing just fine, and a little side comment makes me miss my boy and feel sad, almost to tears.
For example, as I was driving kids to school this morning, the kids in the car were talking about the kickball game the school does yearly between the 6th graders and the teachers. All the kids look forward to watching this even if they are just a kindergartener. I remember Ethan LOVING this day.
One of the kids said this morning, "Time the 6th graders after Mr. MacLay kicks it and see how long it takes them to get it."
That simple comment almost sent me over the edge. Weird. But, all I could think about was how much Ethan would brag about how Mr. MacLay could kick SOOOO far. One day he come home from school and was so excited about it and said, "Mr. MacLay kicks harder than DAD!" (Little bruise to "dad's" ego)
These moments are ones that make me miss him the most. Little moments.
Ohhh, Kim! I am so sorry. You are one AMAZING, strong woman! Love you!
ReplyDeleteI would imagine it's those coming-from-left-field moments where you're unprepared and have no "defenses" up that are gut-wrenching. But I know, too, that you will always treasure these little remembrances of Ethan. xoxo
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