Labor of Love

Reflecting on my own holiday weekend, I feel pretty blessed.  I got out of bed early on Saturday and busied myself with the errands I had prepared for the night before.  I made it to the Derby Party my not-going-to-leave-me-alone best friend had invited me to.  It was fun.  I was home before dusk.  My horse didn’t win.  I enjoyed the night with a movie rental and a few tears as the movie reminded me of what my Sam would not be going.  I slept until 2:00 p.m. on Sunday as that is what I can do.  I awoke, took care of the weeds in my yard and ran after Jessie, my dog, when she got loose.  I cooked and then watched another rental movie Sunday night and shed a few more tears.  A life gone too soon.  Children should age.  Monday I woke early and got busy as though it were not a holiday.  Not Labor Day.  I had coffee with a friend in Broad Ripple.  Stopped on the way home for a drink.  The guy at the end of the bar dropped a napkin at my side when he left saying I was beautiful and I should call him.  Then the weekend’s wedding photos hit my Facebook page.  A magical wedding.  Beautiful souls.  I had heard from my son, Nick, that as a groomsman, the wedding had been fun.  I was happy for him.  Now the photos I saw.  Yes, wait for it because it does come.  I saw the photo of Nick as a groomsman and I am reeled back to when he was a Sophomore, a year after Sam died.  He was telling me that he thought that he would be a groomsman for this family wedding and then this friend.  I was unsure what he was saying until I knew what it was.  He would have been Sam’s best man.  Sam would have been his best man.  Now Nick was jockeying for a new position.  My heart hurt so much for him.  I had always told both he and his brother that they needed to get along because they were going to have each other their entire lives.  Wow, I didn’t get that right.  Children should get older.  #muchlovetosamandnick