Broken | Damaged | Crushed
Waking up after a bad night's sleep is never fun. Especially when your best friend died the day before. And on that depressing note... There I was, bright and early on a Monday morning. 5:30, to be exact. Lexi had woken and was getting ready for her first day back at school, and so I sat on her floor in our makeshift bed of sheets and pillows and cried a little bit. Her mom came in and said, "Hang in there." All I can think of when I hear those words is that little poster of a kitten holding on to a tree branch looking depressed and adorable at the same time. Lexi's wonderful cousin, Vanessa, came in and we talked for a long time about BYU-I, then I got to talk to Bree (Lexi's other cousin, Vanessa's little sister, mentioned in a previous post). Quote from my journal that morning: "It's just incomprehensible to think that I won't see him or talk to him or hold him for a long time." I then went home, packed for our Utah t...