I had a fun post planned out to tell you all about our weekend fun--a swim party with friends and dinner out and shopping with my mutha for her 41st birthday (I spotted you a few years to make you feel better, madre)--but now I have much weightier things on my mind.
We got a phone call last night at about 6:30 as we were walking in the door from church. It was a neighbor and the mom of Alex's best friend, Loren, from down the street. As soon as I heard her voice I knew something was wrong. And then she quietly said while crying, "Something's happened." It's amazing the number of horrible things that flashed through my mind in the 10 seconds after she said that. But she went on to say that Loren had fallen and hit his head and was now in a coma at Children's Hospital in Dallas. He's on life support and has bleeding in his head that they are trying to remove, but from what I could understand, they can't do surgery.
I didn't have any clue what to say--I was in shock and I didn't have enough time to process what was going on to figure out what I should ask or say. She was obviously really upset and I didn't want to press for any details or answers to the millions of questions that were running through my head. I asked her if she thought it would help to have Alex come down and talk to him, but she said no, that it would be too traumatic for Alex. She said they've got family helping them and the only thing she requested when I asked her what we could do for them was "Pray. Just pray." I'm not sure if they are usually religious or if they even knew we are, but I assured her we would. And that was it. I'm waiting to hear any updates if she calls again.
And this morning I was reluctant to get out of bed and face the day because I fear that if we get any news, it will be terrible news. And I don't know how we'll deal with that. Loren and Alex spend most of their time together. If Alex isn't here--he's at Loren's. When Loren's not home, he's here. They play sports together, ride the bus together, and do all those wild boy things together. I'm trying to remain optimistic--he's young, kids are resilient, it's a great hospital. But it's hard to go on with all of our mundane daily tasks knowing that their family is down there struggling in agony. So if you get a chance today, keep a little prayer in your heart for them.
This is a picture from one of their basketball games last season--it makes me laugh because I think they were trying to figure out a strategy to stop the player on the other team that was scoring a bunch of points. I'm hoping and praying for good news. I'll let you know.