wind storm

He decided to stay.  Thank God! 

Feeling relieved and a little shell-shocked.  Like a tornado just tore through our house.  Been having bad nightmares the last few nights.  All of the dreams boiling down to the same thing.  Him being in danger and me not being able to save him, convince him, get to him in time.  And then nightmares almost becoming the reality.  He was going to leave, walk out of my life, out of his future and I was so scared.  Scared for him and sad for me. 

This morning, he was scheduled for a 10:30 am pick up to take him to the plane.  So, at 9:20 am I brought his breakfast tray down.  Buttermilk pancakes with summer berry compote (yes, for the old time bloggers, it was about 1/2 of those delicious organic blueberries I wrote about) Fresh squeezed lemonade.  (Was it a last ditch bribe?  Perhaps.)  As I turned the corner from the stairs, I noticed that the lights in his bedroom were out.  For one less than admirable moment, I had the impulse to quietly turn around, slip back upstairs, let him sleep through the morning, his car arriving, his plane flight.  But I didn’t.  I made myself do the honorable thing and knocked on his door, woke him up.  Got him scooted up in bed, pillows behind his back, gave him his breakfast.

And that’s when he told me, mouth all mumbly from sleep.  “I canceled the flight,“ he said.

I can’t even begin to describe the relief that poured through me.  Thank heavens, he’s safe for a little bit longer, and maybe even longer still.  I’m not going to look too far forward, just do my best, and hope, and throw a couple of prayers in there for good measure. xo

Posted by Meg Tilly on Saturday, November 10, 2007 in Chewing the Fat