Memorial May...Memorial Day
This year was different.
We are still struggling with the pandemic that is plaguing our nation. Things are slowly reopening but a public gathering was just not going to happen this year.
Carry The Load turned to a public drive.
We chose to celebrate the day at the lake. Being out of town seemed like a good idea.
It was not a good idea at all.
Drew, Heather, and Adeline did the drive. I am proud of them.
I wish I had been here to go with them. It was where my heart was.
It is where I wanted to be.
Tim and family continued the tradition and walked 7 miles in the rain at the lake.
I am so proud of them.
My grandkids get Memorial Day.
They know what it means.
They were on the road two hours and 14 minutes. That is huge.
What did I do?
I walked. I walked on Sunday and it was hot. I walked today and it rained. I did not care. This Memorial Day was harder than most. My heart hurts. I miss my son.
We have been so blessed. People have cared so much. The community has always acknowledged my son. Carry the Load has honored him in a way that is just unbelievable but no matter what has been done in his honor...I would rather he was here. I miss the person he was and the joy and humor he always brought with him no matter where he went. He truly believed the world was a beautiful place. I want a few minutes with him again. Just a few minutes to hug his neck and tell him what a great kid he was. Just a few minutes to ask him what drove him to succeed like he did. Just a few minutes to ask him what we did to deserve a kid like him.
I will be okay tomorrow because I always am but today I am crushed. My heart is broken and I know it is okay. It is alright to be sad for awhile. It is fine to have moments of self pity and be a bit mad at God for not giving Matt more time. Someday I will understand all of this and I will have all the time I need with my son once again.
Today I am sad and I am broken and that is fine.