tomorrow I fly home.
I fly back to the "scene of the crime."
I am flying alone this time. Ken could not take the time off of work...so I will go it alone.
Yes, I am scared. Yes, I am worried the emotions that will come back. But, my family is there. I grew up there. I can't never go back.
Today I had so many people tell me that they were praying this weekend...on facebook, email, text, and in person. It was amazing. I didn't know if I had voiced my concern...I probably did. But, these people cared enough to remember that this trip would be hard. It was humbling. I always think I need to people EVERYTHING in hopes they won't forget about me. But, they didn't.
My main concern is Tuesday.
I fly home on Tuesday.
Tuesday is the day he was born.
Tuesday is the day he died.
Tuesday is October 5th ... exactly 9 months later.
It is a lot to try and contain.
So, prayers of peace on Tuesday will be needed.
a magical moment
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