Southlake is very saddened today. One of the A&M students who died was from Keller, a small town which borders us and with whom we compete in sports and share resources. The boy was CW's age, the valedictorian of his class last year, an Eagle Scout, and a Merit Scholar.
Texas is in mourning. Today at the preTisca swim meet, which had over 1100 swimmers participating, there was a moment of silence. ANd there really was. Hard to believe 1100 teenagers could be quiet, but they were.
When you said that Sue had sort of "regressed" after the aide left, it reminded me of something-- have no idea if it applies, but will share it anyway. WHen my mother had her first surgery, I flew home to be with her and stay through her first week home. I could do NOTHING right. I finally lost it when my old boss stopped by to see us, and Mother asked me to fix her pillows and when I did, she yelled at me that it was all wrong, and why couldn't I do anything right.
Carolyn stepped in and fluffed them and mother said to me, "Now THAT's right.Why can't YOU do that?"
I went downstairs and just cried and cried. Cuz I felt like shit. Hurt and humiliated.
Which I know you won't do.
But the point is that we--- the closest persons to them--- are safe. We get to be the recipients of all the anger and pain and frustration, and people like the aide or my boss get the cheerful, "yes, I'm brave and wonderful" act. Because they know that we're not going to leave. and so we get the vulnerable,scared lonely part of the thing, the parts that they want no one else to see.
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