Last Thursday night, I sat down to start the post for 7 Quick Takes Friday. I had just uploaded the picture when my phone rang. It was my dad. He started with, "I have some bad news." I was worried, but not too terribly until he said the words, "Erin is in the hospital." Then I knew something was terribly wrong.
I drove down to Houston shortly after. It's a really dark drive to Houston from here. My brother and brother-in-law were driving in from Austin while my parents were coming in from Round Rock. We arrived within 30 minutes of each other. My first view of Erin was heart wrenching but I cannot imagine what Patrick was feeling. We spent the night at the hospital waiting for her parents to arrive. They must've been so frantic.
I write this not to spill the beans about Patrick's business but to get it off my shoulders. I've felt so sad and this is my place to do this. I need to do this. I hope he understands.
It's hard to believe it's been a week. Today we spent time running errands and making final decisions for the memorial service. The service will take place at Ramsey Funeral Home in Georgetown, TX on Saturday at 3pm.
I debated with myself and discussed it with Ben. The girls will be going to ballet that day. We'll leave from the studio. The curtains will be open Saturday. I'm hoping that by watching the girls dance on Saturday that the rest of the day won't be too painful. I'm hoping to keep occupied. And, most importantly, I hope to make things as normal as possible for my oldest daughter who feels this loss so keenly and to have my son occupied so he doesn't fret. He couldn't bear to see Patrick today. It makes him too terribly sad. Saturday will be hard on him as well, but I'm hoping to minimize the anxiety in the morning by keeping him occupied going back and forth from the studio.
We will need prayers. Lots and lots of them.