I took a picture of myself today and captioned it, All dressed up and Nowhere To Go. I didn’t get a text today. Her mother said they were going home today and she said after she ate breakfast she would text us. Or something close to that. That’s what I heard anyway, so I got up, took a bath, styled my hair and put on my sparkly red shirt and the so ever slimming black pants. I sat and sat, waiting on that little blue light to start blinking. It didn’t come or blink.
Did she think I was crazy or what? I couldn’t help the way I felt. Looking at every inch of her face over, looking at the similarly between her face and Brad’s. My son is dead. I was seeing his face in duplicate. I touched her face. I asked her if I could get one more hug. She has eyes that are shaped like mine I think. When she hugged me she was stiff. Freaking out I think. Overwhelmed although we tried not to do it. I wrote her Mom a couple of long message and I haven’t received an answer to either. One before the meet and one after.
Blood will out.