The end of another school is days away. Mike has today with his students, a day of meaningless meetings tomorrow, and on Thursday a teacher work day where he will pack up his classroom and check out for 2 1/2 months of "time off". Anyone who has taught knows that teachers do not get the summer completely off. There is lesson planning for the next year, trainings, Honey-Do lists to complete :) and they have to report back to work a week before school actually starts.
Last summer was our first without Andrew. We thought we would be more miserable than we were. Surprisingly we were not laying around crying all the time. Those times did happen, but for the most part we learned to find a new summer normal. We planted our garden, played in our swimming pool, did some yard and home improvement, saw a few plays, took a trip to the camp Andrew worked at, and went camping by ourselves. We are sure Andrew was laughing at us trying to set up the tent. Three tries later we got it up!
This summer shows promise of being a good one. We have tickets to a couple of plays, plans to attend a concert with some friends, activities at church, I have a job lined up for six weeks with the prospect of a job during the school year. We are planning some more home/yard improvements.
In the middle of our summer plans is the ache that never goes away though. Even when fun things happen, we still miss our son and always will. Summer is fun. But not at much fun without our boy.
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
Monday, June 11, 2012
The Dream
Since Andrew died I've had very few dreams about him. I had one a few nights ago and realized that it would be a good idea to keep a record of them somehow so I don't forget.
In this particular dream many children who had died were allowed to come back for about an hour or so. They were gathered in a large room that looked like the cafeteria of the college my husband and I attended when I was newly pregnant with Andrew.
Andrew was there wearing one of his ringer tee shirts and looking like he always did. I don't remember a lot of what we said but I do remember asking him what Heaven was like and if my dad was there. He said it was great and that my dad was there but he didn't spend much time with him. Most of the time together I was hugging Andrew and ruffling his hair like I used to do.
At one point I asked him why he got himself out of the straps when he was in the back of the pickup. He said he hadn't wanted to unstrap himself but he knew that he was supposed to. He didn't want to leave us but he knew that it was his time.
I woke up sometime later but still felt that I had indeed been visited by my boy.
We miss you and love you Andrew! Now go hang out with your grandpa Wes.
In this particular dream many children who had died were allowed to come back for about an hour or so. They were gathered in a large room that looked like the cafeteria of the college my husband and I attended when I was newly pregnant with Andrew.
Andrew was there wearing one of his ringer tee shirts and looking like he always did. I don't remember a lot of what we said but I do remember asking him what Heaven was like and if my dad was there. He said it was great and that my dad was there but he didn't spend much time with him. Most of the time together I was hugging Andrew and ruffling his hair like I used to do.
At one point I asked him why he got himself out of the straps when he was in the back of the pickup. He said he hadn't wanted to unstrap himself but he knew that he was supposed to. He didn't want to leave us but he knew that it was his time.
I woke up sometime later but still felt that I had indeed been visited by my boy.
We miss you and love you Andrew! Now go hang out with your grandpa Wes.
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