I should be posting my next Christmas Tradition installment.
Or that great Marine poem my son sent me.
Or something Christmas-y and warm and fuzzy.
Can't. Can'.t do it. Got a phone call earlier tonight that the mother of my granddaughter, my son's ex-wife, my former DIL, took her own life. On Christmas eve.
I have been punched in the gut. I cannot think straight, or breath right. I can't get an image of her last moments out of my head.
Gonna be ignoring the blog for a little while. We have a 3 year old that needs my full attention. Arrangements needs to be made for her further custody and care. Our lives as we knew them, are turned upside down.
If you're the praying kind, I could use a few. 'dawg could use more. Sissy could use a lot.
For now, we move forward with Christmas as usual for a beautiful beloved angel girl.
For her Mother - Jillian - I know you have now found the peace that escaped you in this life. Know that your baby girl is safe, loved and will always be taken care of.
For my boys - including Splenda - time to step it up a notch, Sis needs us. I know I can count on you.
For my 'dawg, who at this moment is sitting alone in a hotel room in Southern California - know this......everything happens for a reason. God has his hand in our lives. Things will work out.
Finally, for myself, - I will take a little yellow pill now, go to sleep and start all over again tomorrow.