Last week was one of those weeks I didn't want to get out of bed. I was sick and tired and depressed. It's never fun being sick but was the kind of sick where you don't even want to get out of bed because it would require you to move. I finally started feel better yesterday and all the kids are well so hopefully we got the sickies out of our systems.
There are many things that contributed to my depression. First, missing Jeremy and the daily trials of being alone with 4 kids. Then on the 21st there was a drive by shooting on the other side of town. The first thing of it's sort to happen since we moved here. Some young punks put over 20 bullet holes into a familys home. There were 9 people asleep in that home. Tragically the only person hit by a bullett was a 4 year old girl asleep in her bed in her room in the front of the house. She was killed instantly. She was Alissa's age. This poor baby girl had her life stolen from her by some idiots who "were just tring to scare them". How a tragidy like that could not effect any parent I don't know but it makes me want to cry ever time I think about it. I definanlty hug my babies a little bit tighter now days.
Then Friday I got a call telling me that a very close friend of the family, Jeremy's Grandma's best-friend, had passed away from complications of cancer. Cancer seems to be doing a lot of taking lately. My heart and prayers go out to everyone who has been effected by cancer in any way.
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