I can prepare.
I know something is going to be hard.
Attending a convention, for example.
Seeing people I've not seen since before Sam died.
But other times I am blindsided.
Today was one of those.
Parent-teacher conferences.
I didn't even realize that I had avoided going to the elementary school since Sam died.
It hit me as I walked up the front steps of the school.
Like a ton of bricks.
I have tried so hard to avoid being preachy, to give the "enjoy what you have" speeches.
I've thought so much about all that I have, and all that I miss.
But I would give anything...everything...to have had one more parent-teacher conference on my docket.
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| Kindergarten |
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| Family tradition - first day of school - do you fit in your locker? |
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| First grade |
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| Sam and George, his Monkey in My Chair |
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| First day of First Grade |
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| First day of Second Grade...in the hospital with Miss T. |
Grief is strange like that...sometimes it blindsides us when we least expect it to. I am always praying for you and your family. May God comfort you in your loss.
ReplyDeleteThat must have been like a kick in the kishkes.
ReplyDeleteIt must have been very difficult, and sad. and missing sam. wishing you continued stregnth. shabbat shalom.
ReplyDeleteAll those kids need more teachers; you have a Ph.D. in Sammy Studies, a never-ending education.
ReplyDeleteSending you all of the love and strength that I can. As always.
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