I keep thinking that "tomorrow I'll post something warm and fuzzy before I lose all my readers".
Ya, that won't be today. And you are going to say to yourself...this is too much to be true. Trust me, it's true.
Now there is a story that isn't mine to tell. I don't want to get all the facts wrong, but it goes a little like this....
At 10:36pm last night...Christmas night... we got a phone call that Homer's son Cody was missing. (He'll be 18 in January) Around 10:00pm on Christmas Eve he and two others left Teller on two snow machines headed to Nome (70.3 miles). They ran into 30-50 mile an hour winds and the two machines got separated. The machine our son was on froze up and they were stranded. It was -5 below with a wind chill of -33* (according to the weather I was up late googling while worrying myself sick). The weather was too bad for anyone to go looking for them. The boys dug some kind of hole and tipped the machine on it's side to hunker down until daylight. In the morning they walked until they got to an old cabin where they waited for the rescue teams. At 10:46am this morning we got the call they had been found and were okay. They were about 30 miles out of Nome. (Go ahead...google Teller to Nome....see where they were). I cannot imagine how cold and alone he must have felt. I kept thinking about my dad and my Christmas Eve story. I was thinking how cruel it would be to lose another person I love so much on Christmas Day. I'd like to think my Dad was right there spreading his angel wings over those boys to keep them safe.
Cody is my step-son that I raised for five years before he moved out. It will be two years on New Year's Eve since he lived with us, and there isn't a day goes by that we don't wish he was here. His father aches for him as they were close and I have this horrible empty spot in my home that just can't be filled He is such a great kid....smart, kind and always so helpful. He and I spent a lot of time together and I really miss his company.
When we heard the news I was physically sick. I was terrified, but at the same time his Dad and I just knew he had the smarts to survive. I always said if I was going to get stranded in the woods I'd want Cody with me because he'd know what to do. My other boys, not so much.
Today, has been a day of somber quietness in our home thanking God for bringing him to safety. I cry at just about everything said. The what ifs get to me.
So there is the latest chapter in our "what will go wrong" saga at The White House. I swear if I hear one more person tell me that "your family will catch a break soon" I am going to snap. We did catch a break in the sense that our son is okay, but good Lord, did he really have to go through that? I hope that boy knows how much we love and miss him.
Now the wind is completely out of my sails. There's still the 9:30am practices at -20* I have to drag everyone to... Elijah's birthday party needs to happen....the investigation at school is coming up... the waiting for grades/eligibility status is driving me insane...the screwed up nasty court custody date is really going to suck....oh, and a 20-page color program I have to design and get to the printers.... all between now and the 5th. Nine days. And you just know there will be some kind of new drama between now and then.
I really don't feel like I have the strength to keep going. My last little bit "strongness" was exhausted praying for our son's life.