I am entirely out of sorts today
Last night, Mark told me that one of Lauren’s friends at school’s illness is actually terminal.
I had no idea.
I mean, I knew he was in a wheelchair, but I didn’t know that his life expectancy is only pre-teen, maybe 11 or 12? He’s 9, and has some sort of muscular wasting disease. I cannot imagine how his parents deal with this, or how he does, for that matter. It must feel like a freight train rushing down on them, coming closer and closer. He’s a sweet kid, super bright. That sucks.
Then this morning, I woke up hard from a horrible, awful, terrible nightmare, which I’d rather not describe. It was about the kids, of course; nightmares are always about that particular topic. But I just can’t seem to shake it off this morning.
So I’m out of sorts. Any tips to get over it?