On Friday at work I posted that picture of you and me on the roller slide at Kids' Kingdom. Here is what I said:
As the one-year anniversary of your accident/date of death approaches this weekend, I have the following to say: Thank you, Lord, for the 17 years, 10 months and 3 days you gave me with this amazing boy and for the eternal future that awaits us in heaven! Love and miss you every day Hayden Smith!
I was also debating about sharing the story of your accident from my blog for this weekend too. I decided I wanted to, so I actually posted it late Friday night since I had some time to do so. It really touched a lot of people and many people even told me so in person at your remembrance service at church. I felt I really needed to tell that part of the story-that there was more to it than "you were in a car accident and died." I hardly cared (or told myself I didn't) what people's responses were so I decided not to check my notifications until like noon on Saturday, but I checked when I got up on Saturday morning and cried about every comment.
(Side note: Friday night was a Metzger's dinner with me, Margi, our step-moms, and a few other friends. It was fun like last time, but I was exhausted by the end of the evening since we stayed for three hours like last time).
Saturday morning I made it to the 7 am Rydeon class because my friend Tracey was in town and we had plans to meet for breakfast in Milan at 9:30. Margi lives there and Tracey was meeting her sister for lunch in Milan since Tracey's sister lives there too, so it seemed like a good place to meet. I brought all my "gear" to clean up your headstone for all of the visits you were going to get over the weekend (the gear includes wet and dry cleaning cloths to wipe stuff off your headstone and plastic grocery bags for old flowers, trash, etc. I need to add small scissors to that list for trimming off flowers).
After a lovely time with them, I stopped at Kroger to get some flowers (I chose white daisy-looking ones although they could have been mums). Something different I did this time at your grave was have my phone playing my Pandora station. That was nice and I was able to sing some songs to you.
I stayed there for a little while as I always so and cleaned up stuff, rearranged, etc.
When I got home, I was waiting for something-oh yeah, for Hope to get home from her vacation with the Wagners. She was getting home earlier than I thought and I had to get her room cleaned up since Carter and his friends used it for their sleepover. After all of the kids were set, I did some cleaning, grocery shopped and cooked. That worked out well because Pastor Worrell and his wife asked to come over and pray with us, so I was glad I had already cleaned up. I was super tired since I had gotten up so early but we had a nice visit with him and it was good to see him again. Love you boy!
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