Friday, September 11, 2009
What a week it has been. Tuesday was my youngest's first day of high school, and the reality of the journey she has embarked upon hit her that night. When had math homework ever been a source of tears? But as I sat at the dining room table with her she calmed herself and got it done. Clearly, we're not in middle school anymore.
Wednesday morning I was on the road as usual. Traffic seemed light on the Fairfax County Parkway and the left lane was mine, all mine. My iPod was plugged in and I was miles away. Blue lights in the rearview brought me back to earth. Any reason why I needed to do 68 in a 50-mile zone? No good reason, sir. I put the yellow carbon on the seat as I pulled back onto the road and, in a confessional mood now, called my wife. She said curtly she would have to call me back. A few minutes later, she told me: Pop died during the night. Our friend Jerry's struggle with liver disease was over. What was it I needed to tell her?
Thursday morning I was at the breakfast table when my wife's phone chirped with a text message. An accident had closed Route 7. She would need to get the word out to the staff of the pre-school she directs. I don't ride on 7, so I dismissed the thought. Stayed (mostly) in the right lane that morning, and coming home, too. My wife and daughter were sitting on the deck. I got the news of the day.
The accident on Route 7 had killed the brother of one of the teachers. My wife had calmed the hysterical staff member, whose daughter is also in the school. Sheri had met with the other staff, thought through how the children should get the news. As much as it could be, it had been a normal day of dropping off and picking up.
Friday was my off day. I recalled the morning 8 years ago, another day when I was not at work (between jobs at the time) and watching the news unfold, and picking up my daughter from her first grade class.
Later today I will be at Jerry's funeral. Adam's funeral is Sunday. Life goes on.
Do not worry about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.