I learned another life lesson in sole parenting tonight. Even baseball practice with 2 five-year-olds by myself is hard. When 1 kiddo would be on the field and the other was in the batting cages and I am torn as to whom to give my attention to. Or when 1 has to use the restroom and I just have to hope the other 1 doesn’t leave the field wanting me or needing any help while I am in the bathroom with the other brother. I won’t even mention the effort it takes to get them to the car after practice. I still cannot believe that Doug is not there for backup anymore. But I cannot nor want to just sit at home with the boys and quit it all (in case someone were to suggest pulling them from sports). That isn’t fair to them. So much was instantly taken from the boys on September 23, I want to maintain some normalcy (their pediatrician agrees completely). We will just have to adjust and survive like we have to do.
Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. (Matthew 11:28)
twicethekisses 
I am so proud of you – I know I can’t imagine how hard this is! I still get sick feelings, because I relive my conversation with Randy that day – I called because I had heard on the news something about a Bham UPS, but never in a million years did I think it would be Doug. I threw-up. And every time I get that sick feeling I think of you and I realize as bad as I hurt, it is nothing compared to your pain and Teresa’s And that is when I stop and pray for you. Praying God’s presence is with you giving a peace that surpasses understanding. Love in Christ, Debby
Thank you Debby. I live in a constant state of nausea since Sept. 23 so I understand. I also never thought it would be Doug. A man loved by so so many. Until he wouldn’t answer his phone. I would love to one day put the events of that day in writing and I plan to but its still too hard. (even though the local Birmingham newspaper tried to print an account of my day, which was inaccurate and in poor taste to even try to do so). Love you!