Rough Weekend

Well...let's just say this is not a weekend I would like to repeat...although it did have some highlights. Graham had batting practice Sat morning with Ian Mosher of the Kentville Wildcats and he was great and Graham batted really well afterwards. Elysia had a soccer game last night, made some beautiful passes and they won their game. That's the highlights.

Sat was Christopher Coady's funeral. He had only turned 13 a few days before. The church was absolutley packed, there was no more room left in that place. When I first got there the first person I saw was one of the Russel Metals truck drivers. He is very close to Christopher's parents and to have that man grab me and hug me and cry on my shoulder...phew...that's a hard one to take. He was also a pall bearer. They all had a Montreal Canadiens jersey on with Coady on the back and his favorite player's number. Little things get to you...as Tim walked by the hearse with his son's casket in it...he rubbed his hand on the window. I gave Tim and big hug and he said "you came"...of course I did. Christopher had already been ill when Graham became ill and Tim was always my sounding board at work about the doctors and the hospitals. I hope that I never have to see the funeral of another child, or to see parents in that much anguish.

Sat night, Mike was at the Relay for Life at Acadia. When I went to bed, my stomach started burning...I ended up in the bathroom in the least favorite position...you know it, we've all done it...sat on the toilet with the bucket between the legs because there are things coming out of everywhere. Only lasted about three hours but it was violent...I don't think I have ever had it that bad. The last time I was in the bathroom, I started to pass out. It started going dark...saw stars...hearing clouded...arms heavy. I fell off the toilet onto the floor and laid there for a minute and thought what a lovely picture that would be. Got back up on the toilet and managed to get my head down between my knees and with all that was going...not the best place to put it...haha. Sorry, had to interject some humor. Mike got home about 2 and I told him what was going on and he said "don't be offended if I sleep downstairs" and I said "don't be offended if I want you to". Had two naps today but managed to stay out of the bathroom. My stomach is rotted out though, still burning but certainly better. Sorry for the shi&&^ story but that's my life this weekend.

The good part is most of the snow is gone and there are green things sprouting up in the garden everywhere!!