Summer is slipping away. Believe it or not, life goes on (with or without you). Each day is easier than the last. I was sleeping on a float in my girlfriends pool in her backyard when I got the call that my son had (or was in the process) of getting arrested. I haven't been back to her pool since. That was about two weeks ago - give or take. Can you believe I can't actually tell you the day it happened? I am on my summer break, I work at the school and am off until August 1st. I don't keep up with days or the time! Unless something important is coming up - then I remind myself every now and then what day it is. We are in a "holding pattern" as my pilot husband would say. All we can do is wait. July 30th my son will plead "not guilty" (by reason of insanity - mine) to the felony charge. What happens after that.... I do not know. I believe we get a court date. We will all go - the girls included. We hurt as a family, we heal as a family. This isn't just happening to my son, we are all living this nightmare.
