Morgan sends a text message to her teacher, “I might be a little late.”
Everything seemed a little better. It was such a different experience for me, but now anytime I wanted, I could sit in front of the monitor, and watch outside our house in six rectangles, all sides at once, driveway, back patio, side yards. It’s all quiet, then a bird flys by one camera, and then I see the same bird frolicking on the next camera. This is too good to be true. Why did we wait so long to put up these kind of cameras? This is great – I wrote in my day-runner.
At 5:08 pm Steve sends a text to Morgan, “Just left for Aspen with your Mom, she forgot her phone so I will text you when we are heading home.” Morgan answers, “Thanks.” At 6:21 pm Steve sends Morgan a picture of the menu from the restaurant we were in. “Would you like us to bring a salad home?” And Morgan answers, “HaHa, I love you guys, I’m good though, thanks.”
We talked to Morgan on the phone later to coordinate when she would come home. Our guard was not lowered at all, but the stress level had been cut considerably.
Today September 18, 2012 – If you have been following the blog you know that a lot has been happening lately. Our weekend was over in the snap of a finger. Friends have been calling to see how we are holding up. Steve and I look at each other and shrug, we are not going to stop, so whatever comes we just have to find a way to welcome it.
Last night we did take a break. Steve took me out to Konnyaku in Carbondale, it was Morgan’s favorite restaurant, she would never turn down an invitation from us to meet there for lunch or dinner. It was like cheating when we wanted to steal her away from her friends for a little time to talk.
But we haven’t been there since Morgan was killed. As you have all guessed, there have been a lot of tears for Steve and I. We are learning to live with them much better now, and we have even begun to appreciate the “happy tears,” the ones that fill our hearts with hope, and last night was a one of the few occasions Steve and I have had a “happy tear moment” We promised each other that there will be many more.
It was really tough to be at Konnyaku at first, just like old times and yet to know Morgan would never be there in body, only in spirit, but it was really great to have some hugs, and hear kind thoughts. The complete surprise was when they brought out a sushi roll that was not round, it was pressed into a heart shape and they called it the Morgan roll. And we all had such happy tears! Then they wouldn’t even let us pay for dinner! Thank you Susan and Willie, that little break was much needed and your thoughtfulness will stay with Steve and I forever.