The hospital has been our second home the past few days. That hospital. The one where we learned Austin was gone. It' been nearly four years but it is still that hospital - and probably always will be. I hate it. The smell, the lights, that room. We had to walk past that room on Sunday.
I had to push away every screaming, crying fiber of my soul to focus on the "emergency" at hand because a big part of me wanted to slide into the floor and break. But a sweet little girl, who rarely complains, was in obvious pain. And ...more
Tuesday was a hard yet special day. While I fought back tears, I was filled with a sense of peace and of Austin's presence.That afternoon was Awards day at the high school. Our family was there, not in the stands proudly cheering on our sweet Austin as we'd hoped to, but instead presenting in his memory....more
We've survived our first week of baseball season. There's been tears, frustration, excitement and about every other emotion in between. We've braved 40 mph winds, rain and winter-like temps. And I've become a Martha Stewart in the laundry room, perfecting the art of removing grass stains from white pants. All have been memories in the making!...more