I attended a funeral today for the mother of three students from my school - aged 6, 8 and 11. I knew the family very, very well and taught 2 of the kids. She was murdered in her home by her boyfriend. These things just don't happen around here, so it was such a shock (not that it would be any less shocking, anywhere, I realize). These kids endured a painful divorce a couple of years ago, and now this, at the hands of the man who stepped into a father role in their family. It was so sad.
Still recovering with this painful hematoma, exhausted, and sooo emotional lately, it was a tough day. Those poor children.
In light of this sad day, and feeling so sad for Amye's loss, I held our LO so tightly and just cried and cried today, counting my blessings.
Just needed to talk. Thanks for listening.