10/12/2024
Today I was slapped in the face this morning while sitting at counter at Don’s Diner. No one saw it coming. Chris was only two stools away from me enjoying the company of Reese and didn’t see it happen. I didn’t see it coming.
You think you are so aware of your surroundings, yet something can sneak up and smack you so hard that tears roll down your cheeks instantly. The tears were fast, and heavy, if I can describe them like that. Like the drawings of teardrops that you see in advertisements. Fast and wet and heavy.
The reason I didn’t see it coming was because I was also talking to Reese. I mistakenly said she was 10 and she corrected me and said “Manni, I’m only 9”. I said, I know that….sorry. Then that’s when the slap hit me.
No - Reese did not slap me because I said the wrong age. The moment did. I looked at Reese’s little face, so sweet and full of life and love and innocence and then I instantly saw Logan’s face. At 10 years old. My sweet little Logan, all blonde and sweet like my Reese. Only 10 years old. With a life ahead of him filled with joy, love, and feeling safe.
I then realized that Reese is almost the same age as Logan was when I had to sit him down on those front steps at Jodi and Scott’s and tell him his sister was found and that she had gone to Heaven. How did I even do that? I know that is one of the many moments I had that weekend that I have blocked out of my memory. I know I did it, but God doesn’t allow me to remember the feeling of if. I know how I must have felt, but I don’t remember the motions. My Logan’s life changed on those front steps forever, just like Zack and mine did on that field, an hour before.
The slap today at Don’s Diner hurt so bad. I just kept seeing how my family’s life changed in a moment. That’s what happens to people everyday, yet the World keeps moving. Days go by, years go by, decades go by and that 10 year old on the steps somehow turns 26 in a blink of an eye. I still just want to hold him and protect him from this harsh world. I wish I could go back in time, to 16 years ago and just run away with my family. Get in my car, grab Zack, Tay and Logan and put them in the car and just escape the end of October 2008.
Wishing for the impossible is one way we cope with loss. Remembering the pain is another. Many avoid the pain at all costs. I don’t, because the pain and heartbreak is part of the the love.
Just like this morning, when I stared away from Reese and Chris so they wouldn’t see my tears, I will go to bed with new heavy tears in my eyes and stare into my dark room as I pray to Tay and God for strength as the days approach ….. Oct 17, 18, 19 and 20….please be kind to my family this year. With Audrey’s baptism on the 20th, God will be by our sides for sure. Logan will be home too. And so will our sweet Tay as she blesses her sweet niece, Miss Audrey Jay.
I may have not been able to escape October 2008 with all my kids in the car with me…but October 2024…I’ll have all my kids by my side, Tay included, and two more beautiful grandbabies showing me that there is life, love, joy and safety all around us still…….
(The photo below was taken at the PAL today. That’s Tay’s tree they planted in honor of her…it’s a little broken, some bark and limbs broken, but strong and sturdy still, showing us all that we don’t have to be perfect to blend some and be strong!)