Hard Day's Night

This has been a rough week, to say the least. I've had ups and downs, been all over the map mentally and emotionally.

Monday, I went for a 'job fair' at the Frisco Nordstrom at 10:00am. By 11:30 I was done, by 5:00pm they called and offered me a position in the Infants & Toddlers department. I, of course, accepted. Praise God for that long-awaited answer to prayer.

That same day, at about 2:00pm, I received a phone call from my friend Jason. Jason's brother, Bradley, had become ill the night before and when he could not stop throwing up, was taken to an urgent care facility Monday morning. Once there, they discovered his creatine level was a 7 (supposed to be 1 or lower), and rushed him to the Emergency Room. Details are still sketchy - we're waiting to hear the results of the autopsy, but I do know that Jason received a call from the doctor who was working on his brother to let him know that his heart had stopped, they were still working on him, but it "didn't look good." Jason, who had been out at my parent's house (he is basically the older brother I never got to have and calls my family "Family Two"), rushed to Love Field to fly home to Houston. At about 3:00, he received a call saying that the doctors had been unable to resuscitate Bradley. He was twenty-seven years old. This has been a week when I've been unsure whether the ridiculous amount of empathy I have is a good thing or bad, as I have felt so much pain and sadness for the Moores and their loss.

The rest of the week was spent in training for the new job, at the NJCAA Men's National Tennis Championship (held at CCCC), at work, or just going crazy. Yesterday morning my mom, sister and I drove down to Houston and made it just in time to check into our hotel and grab some dinner before the viewing. The funeral was today and after the interment and lunch at the church, Daddy, sister and I drove back home.

Most of today has been spent in tears. I passed exhausted days ago and now just want to crawl into bed and stay there for a week. My last day of training tomorrow prevents that from becoming a reality. Ah well. I'm glad for the job, for sure. And I'm preemptively thanking God for the sweet, sweet sleep I'll get when I finish writing this. I ask you to please keep the Moore family in your prayers as they begin this week learning how to live life without their Bradley. Thank you Amanda, Darrell and Denver for checking to see how I was doing this week. Your calls and prayers meant the world over to me. So now I think I'm going to lay my head down on my pillow and sleep till tomorrow is here. I love you.

Good night.