I love weekends, even when I don't do anything exciting, like this weekend. I didn't sleep well last night so I haven't done much of anything today, took Breanna to a birthday party and went to town to pick up some cold medicine for her, she's got a rotten cold, that I'm sure she'll eventually share with the rest of us.
Tonight we're just watching some TV and trying to keep warm, fall is sure in the air and I think we're going to have a very long winter, the mornings are cold and frosty already and Halloween isn't even here yet.
With it being Saturday, I can't help thinking back 3 weeks, not that I've thought of much else in the last 3 weeks. That was when I got the call from the hospital saying that Mom was there, and the nightmare began. As hellish as those few days were, I'd give anything to go back 3 weeks from right now, and be with her when she had the seizure, maybe it would all make more sense that way? I know it is what it is, but it still drives me, not knowing what started it, how was she right before and was anyone with her when it started. I just wish we could go back, but we can't, I know that, but I miss her so much. As much as she loved to drive me crazy, now she's driving me crazy by not being with me.
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