Thing 2


IMG_2549E came into town this weekend…TWICE…because he was trying to be a Debutante Escort for a friend here in Huntsville while also maintaining his obligations as a tour guide at his college AND as a member of his Fraternity. So, he came in Friday for the rehearsal, left almost immediately afterwards, worked Saturday morning at his college for preview day, came back for the Debutante Ball, slept one night here, went on a lunch date at a brewery with his Mom, enjoyed family dinner Sunday so everyone could see him and we could celebrate his sister’s birthday with her here, and then went IMMEDIATELY back to school to do Fraternity stuff since this is initiation week. (That’s all I know. The rest is secret. Because Greek life is weird.)

My point? He was here. Barely. Just enough time to remember how terribly we all miss him, but not enough time to feel like we got to really visit. And a certain sister of his was inconsolable last night. She cried for about an hour about how much she missed him. How she wished he would come to school here in Huntsville. How she wished he didn’t have to do Fraternity and college stuff so he could be here all weekend. About how she even, “Misses when he gets angry” with her. It was AWFUL. She cried and cried and it just broke my heart. She even drew him a picture:


She’s right, he wasn’t here for long, but he did the best he could. And we did the best WE could to capitalize on his trip. He can’t come in often because he’s trying to work most weekends. So we moved Nikki’s family birthday dinner to this weekend and I squeezed in a lunch date by waking him up MUCH earlier than he wanted to get up. Then we let him nap later. I’m at least grateful he’s going to school close enough that those weekends are doable. Or that I can make trips to see him some days. But she doesn’t see that. She just sees how much she misses her big brother, and I think she also understands that it’s not going to get any better. It’s not like she can count on him moving back some day.

Poor girl. Poor Mom.

I’m sending out daily NaBloPoMo prompts via email. If you want to get on the list, fill out the form on this entry. If you just need an idea for TODAY – enjoy this idea from today’s email prompt that was all about ORGANIZATION: However organized you are, we all mess up once in awhile. Tell us your favorite FAIL at forgetting something. I showed up to work in blue jeans and a t-shirt one day (which was normally acceptable) when I had to give a presentation. The presentation on the computer was ready, the one on my body was not, obviously.

3 thoughts on “Heartbreak”

  1. We live in the suburbs of Chicago. When my daughter went to college she went all the way to Oklhoma. Technically there is only one state between us – Missouri – but Illinois is long and Missouri is wide and she lived slap dab in the middle of of Oklahoma. For two years! 16 hours away! Now she lives in Tennessee – “only” eight hours away. But, I’m with Nikki. It will never be the same. ๐Ÿ™

    She will be home for Thanksgiving, with her new puppy, however. ๐Ÿ™‚

  2. My big brother left for college when I was in 4th grade… I don’t remember being sad, I think I was super happy. ๐Ÿ˜‰ jk, you have an awesome family and bless little N’s heart. Thank GOODNESS he’s not across the country!!! Xoxoxo

  3. My heart is breaking for your daughter. I was about your daughter’s age when my sister moved to university and I was unconsolable for months. I used to call her and leave the most pathetic messages on her answering machine. What helped was when my mom sent my sister a role of stamps and some stationary and she sent me mail every week. Receiving postcards and letters from her especially for me went a long way. It gave me something to look forward to and cost my mom less than $20.

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