Not Just another Day

It all started at 11:30 pm on Friday. Brent & I were getting snuggled into bed when th phone rang...not a good sign. I answer it and it was Steve. He wanted to call me to let me know that Greg's son drowned that night and he didn't know anyone eles to call. Both of these guys are instructors I work with...I remembered when Greg's son was born.

Tomorrow is the funeral...I can't really sleep (even with the meds and my eyes are really red and hurt all over11) I'm not sure if I can make it through this service.

So sad....just don't understand....on Saturday, in group, a girl (I call her a girl...she is still under 20 and has 3 kids already and found out this week she expect a 4th...she bitter towards it...on and on she went about how it's going to effect her relationships with her current boyfriend and her oldest daughter (8 y/o) I bawled listening to her talk...it was so hard not to want to get up cross the room and shake her into what a blessing it is and be thankful. I just don't understand...

Now it goes back to the furnerl...the boy was barely 2 (his birthday was this month)...to have a child and then have it taken away so soon and so sudden...my heart feels what she must be going through...I hope it's a closed casket....




Sad eyes, you knew there'd come a day
When we would have to say 'goodbye'
Sad eyes, turn the other way (turn the other way)
I don't wanna see you cry (cry, cry, cry)
Sad eyes, you knew there'd come a day (he-e-e-ey)
When we would have to say 'goodbye'
Sad eyes