Morning Mourning

Late last night while the King was picking Number One up from Scout camp, I decided to check in with the MOFia. Usually, it's just a bunch of us sitting there whining, complaining, rejoicing, and all the other stuff that comes with mothering.

Last night, though, it was something very different. Something that has never happened before in the history of the MOFia. Kayla was visiting her family in TX while her husband was at her home in Boise. She had gone to TX to help her sister. Last night, she received a call that her husband had been rushed to the hospital with chest pains that looked to be a heart attack. She asked that we all pray for her. She couldn't even get to him until the earliest flight this morning, which would have been at 6am. We all stopped our chatter, and did our own little prayer. Minutes later, Kayla's sister posted that her sweet husband had passed away of a massive heart attack.

This poor sweet mother of five children ranging in age from 13 down to 1 year was stuck in TX unable to be with her beloved husband at the moment of his passing. How heartbreaking. We as a MOFia will be doing what we can for her, though it just seems so small and insignificant in the grand scheme of things.

So, instead of welcoming the weekend and exclaiming TGIF, we sit together in morning mourning. I think it will go into the afternoon and evening and next week and probably even years from now.

This is the first time anyone my own age has lost their husband. It is just too close to home. It could have been my beloved King, my best friend. And I wouldn't have known where to turn or what to do. I can only imagine what sweet Kayla must be feeling right now.

My prayers are with her. Regardless of your faith or your beliefs, I'm sure she could use all of your prayers, too.

We're thinking of you, Kayla.