Bit of a long read. Sorry.
I am writing this as a form of therapy for myself because I feel sick to my stomach and quite lost today as I start my work week.
My Sunday started well enough with me doing a vocal rehearsal to prepare to audition for a new band. My last one ended, but that's irrelevant for now.
I went to the audition. They loved my vocals and wanted me to join their band. I told them I need to consider what I want to do. Not sure its the right fit for me.
So I am driving home talking to my wife on Blue tooth for awhile and hearing her tone is not quite right. I didn't question her and when we got off the phone I forgot about it and just listened to music.
I arrived home and walked into the kitchen where I heard my wife doing something. I approached her to give her a kiss and she turned to me with a pale expression of sadness. I said, what? Whats wrong? She couldn't speak and her lip started to quiver and her eyes welled up with tears.
I asked again, what it it? What happened?
Its that moment when you know your going to hear something you don't want to hear and its not going to be easy to hear.
At this point I feel a pit in my stomach not knowing what was coming. For some strange reason the first thing that came into my mind was my mom who is 78 and in so so health. I really didn't expect to hear what she said although in hind sight I should have.
She finally opened her mouth and spoke.
Sobbing she looked at me and said, "Casey died"
I nearly dropped from the shock. Now I knew she was battling for her life and fighting with all her might but I just didn't want to believe she could lose.
For anyone who doesn't know, Casey is the 13 year old daughter of 2 of my oldest lifelong friends/family. She has battled bone cancer for 2 years now, actually beating it for a short period before it came back.
Over the past couple of months their has been many benefits locally for Casey.
Her community has been amazing in the love they showed.
They sent the entire family of 5 to Disney/Universal for a 2 week vacation. They sent them to Broadway to see Wicked. They sent then to Cedar Point in Ohio for a week.
They held a special prom 3 weeks ago for Casey (Casey's Crusade) because she was too sick to attend her own when it happened. Half the city went as well as many friends and family.
These things should have been indications that things were not well. I understood this but refused to believe the end was near.
To hear my wife tell me this girl I watched grow up from an infant was gone forever crushed me.
I am so lost this morning I just don't want to leave the house.
I don't know when the services are but I am scared to death to be apart of them. I don't even know what they will do because I would expect hundreds of people who have been touched by Casey's fight over the past 2 years will want to pay respects.
As I said, I think I just need to write this to help me cope.
Thank you for reading.
The picture below is Casey at her prom a couple weeks back and with my daughter Bri on top as pretty much babies. They grew up together so my 12 year daughter is having a very hard time right now.
Topic: Very Bad Day Sunday (Read 684 times)
