I simply wasn’t able to bring myself to write over the past few days. Hell, I’m not so sure I’ll be able to finish one today. The past week was one filled with memories and wondering of what might have been. It all began last Monday, May 7th. This was the 2-1/2 year anniversary of the night when Ryan was surrounded before being brutally attacked.
Then on Friday was the wonderful golf tournament, on a picture-perfect day, held by the Greg Wells Team. It was touching to see all those who still care for and support Ryan. I sat teary-eyed behind my sunglasses listening to fond memories people told of Ryan. Before I had a chance to recover emotionally the realization hit that Ryan’s chair would be empty at (what should be) his WVU graduation on Saturday. I stayed away from FaceBook because I simply couldn’t bear seeing photographs of his classmates proudly posing with their equally proud (and financially liberated) parents.
It was all too much, too quickly. Yet, there was one more day… Mother’s Day. Sue received the midnight call from Kari, but Ryan’s voice was silenced and the phone never rang from him. Maybe even more than other holidays, this was rough on Sue. She mostly slept the day away fighting a migraine and depression, being awake for a total of just four hours. In fact, this actually happened during a 36-hour stretch where she slept thirty-one away. It was hard to watch her go through this.
Gee. I can hardly wait for my turn to spend Father’s Day in despair.