"Plan for the worst and hope for the best" is a motto that Joel has always lived by. I think it's a good one, too. We were all hoping for the best. And I suppose it could have been worse. But when you are talking about the affect on someone's life, 'it could have been worse' just doesn't cut it.
It's bad enough.
The thoughts in my head are just swimming around in messed up circles. I just keep thinking "Why didn't I tell her I loved her more?", "What must be running through their little heads as they go to sleep tonight?", "I hope she isn't too scared, all alone"...and so many other things that as I think about them, I can't help but weep.
I just wish there was more that I could have done, that I CAN do now. I hope she knows how much I love her...how much we all support her and how we will do anything in our power to make things easier...if there even is something we can do.
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Oh, Betsy....the good news is, it's NOT too late! Praying for you guys.
Wait, what happened? I feel like I missed something. Karli
Sorry...you didn't miss anything. What I was writing about is something that's going on in my family (personal family stuff) and Amy knows about it because of who it's related to.
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