Came home tonight after the season ending baseball jamboree to news that our dear sweet friend is in the hospital fighting another infection and fighting for her life again. She has become part of our family this past year, caring for the boys, playing referee, chauffeur, chef, pet sitter, helping with homework, hurt feelings, little one's dramatic sports 'injuries' and generally being mom when I could not be there.
I am sick with worry and feeling a bit responsible for her condition since my boys have been sick with fevers and croup. I should have not let her near little one after big one was sick. Of course he was carrying the crud, contagious after being around his brother and then got the fever about the same time she started feeling unwell. Oh, I feel so responsible! I spoke to her the day she went into the hospital and she said she was stabilized and felt better and was hoping to come home today. I told her I thought she got sick from my boys. She told me not to worry and said that if she did, she would never enter a grocery store. I felt better for only a second. Now instead of coming home today, her family was called to her side.
My dear, dear, sweet, precious, kind hearted friend, please come home to us. We aren't done spending time with you yet. You must come over and let me cook for you like you cooked for me and the boys. We have to go to the drive in this summer and walk the beach with the dogs. You must let me be there for you like you have been there for us. So, we will see you home soon dear friend because we are not done.