5 Months

5 Months

Today makes 5 months since Miles died. 

5 months.

5 really long, sad and draining months. 

This process of grieving really sucks. I don't see a light at the end of the tunnel yet, but I'm convinced that it's not always going to be this hard. I don't know when things will begin to feel better, but I do have confidence that the rest of my life will not feel this dark. 

I miss Miles, and I miss Me. I miss feeling like me. 

Mourning

My life is poured out like water, 

and all of my bones are out of joint.

My heart is like wax, 

melting within me.

My strength has dried up like

sunbaked clay.

My tongue sticks to the roof of my

mouth.

You have laid me in the dust

and left me for dead. 

Psalm 22:14-15

Middle School Dance

Randy and I were asked to be chaperones for the Fun Night at the boy's middle school. We agreed to do it. The Fun Night has all kinds of games to play, food to eat and basketball. It also has a Dance, and lucky us...we were asked to chaperone the dance. The PTA lady said, "Would you mind doing the dance? No one ever wants to the dance! It's really loud in there and you have to make sure the kids aren't dancing too close and all that." We told her that we would do it.

Well, here's the summary of the evening:

• I got to break up a cat fight in the girls bathroom. 
• A girl had an actual seizure. Randy had to carry her out and wait for help to arrive.
• We had to break up major girl on girl nasty dancing. 

and last but totally not least...

• Later one of the girl dancers we broke up came up to Randy and told him that he sucks balls.

So....obviously the night Rocked Our Faces Off!