Well to get started my boys got sick early March. Both of them were really miserable. One was vomiting and the other was running a high fever and both of them did not want to eat. They just slept in the cough the whole time. Its kind of nice to have them sick at the same time. I don't have to chase one around!! I felt bad though. The whole time they wanted me to sit with them. Two days later Michael got sick. I was really glad that it was just 24 hours.
Two weeks later I found out that my friends dad passed away. A sudden heart attack at 49. I then flew with the boys to NY. Michael had to stay. It was easy flying there. Thank goodness!! I stayed for a week. My friend Maira was strong especially for her boys. It was hard for all of us but in a way I felt peace in my heart because I know he is fine. Its good to know the gospel! There was a part where it was hard for me. His viewing was located at the same place as my moms. It has been almost nine years and everyday I think of her.
After our week stay we traveled back home and that was tough. The boys got sick again!!! Samuel was crying in the plane and Gabriel had diarrhea. I had both of them at the same time in the bathroom and they were crying. All of you moms know how frustrating that is especially, by yourself. I just wanted to go home so bad. Lucky we got home safe.
After we got home they were both feeling crabby. That weekend my sister-in-law Anne had her baby shower. She is having a girl. Yay. Also, we were leaving to NC, Winston-Salem to see our friends the Smiths. We had a great time.
Later after all the sickness going around I finally got sick. I thought I would of gotten away from it but I guess it caught up to me. I had it bad for 24 hours. It was nice to feel a little better and walk around because Michael had night shifts so I had no choice to feel better.
What made me feel really bad I also found out that my friend was killed in Afghanistan. He was suppose to be home days later. I think that made me really mad because he was almost home to see his wife my friend Brooke.My love and prayers go out to her. I can not imagine losing my husband. That is hard. He is a hero and he was a great solider. This is an old picture. Its about 6yrs old. Brooke is the one on the far right and of course Frankie is hugging me. They both met in the YSA in NY. He was so young. I will always love Frankie.
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