Wednesday, March 20, 2013
He already got on the bus. We heard the news last night.
I met his mother but only after sitting with her for a couple of hours.
You're his Mom?
This is where I held my breath.
He may get a post office box.
A man once stood across another room from me. A grown man of who I called sir who cried and told me what was happening with his daughter and I never moved. One of the most shameful admissions I'll ever make is when someone needed me I froze.
She says he is going to write a book about his experience. I think I'll be the first to buy it.
After his Mom and all those other ladies of course.
I helped make plarn last night.
I told her she had been in my prayers.
I listened as she told us why he left.
I touched her arm as we were leaving.
Today I am grateful for the opportunity not to freeze and understand the best we could do was put our heads down and work.