This weekend my little cousin was hit by a car. I have waited by my phone all weekend for news on his condition and as the hours have turned into days, it seems that good news is just not going to come.
I love my little cousin. He has been my buddy since he was born and a picture of the two of us sits on my desk at work. It has broken my heart to think of him in pain and to think of a world that does not have him in it.
I have felt extremely tender and have developed the ability to burst into tears at any moment.
Ok, maybe that isn't a talent but I feel like that has been my life lately.
My alma mater won its football game Saturday. I got to see some friends who were in town that evening. I played with their 2 year old son and came home feeling like I was on top of the world. I listened to my roommate explain how she was having a bad day and tried to offer some comfort. I ignored the phone call from my mom and the following texts. I was sure that she simply wanted to hear how my day had gone. We have a great relationship and talk a lot so I didn't think anything of it. When I finished attempting to give my roommate a pep talk, I finally checked my phone.
When I saw my mother's explanation of what had happened and sensed how urgent the situation was, I started to cry.
Not my buddy.
It feels like it has been an eternity since I called my mom to get some more detail.
I'm currently waiting for another update. This time, I'm afraid there won't be any good news. I'm waiting for the call that says once again, his CT scan came back showing no brain activity and that the bubbling little boy I know, is not coming back.
I have been so touched over the last few days at the outpouring of love I have felt from friends and family. It is always amazing how people reach out when things like this happen. It has been overwhelming to see how much love and support I have in my life.
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