Get your Kleenex!
You've been warned.
A few weeks ago, I mentioned that the mom of one of Alec's best friends was dying.
Nine days after I wrote that post, she was gone. She was 47yrs old.
She left behind a husband, a 13yr old son, and 10yr old (I believe) daughter.
And it just makes me so sad knowing they're going to miss so much.
Alec and I attended her funeral on Monday.
That morning, I worked from home, the boys went to school.
Shortly after 1pm, I left to pick up Alec.
On the way to the school, I was listening to my favourite station, and heard a new song I had only heard a couple of times before.
I didn't 'know' it yet, but I knew I loved it.
I had no idea who sang it, but it didn't matter, it was beautiful.
The first notes started just as I left the house.
I knew it probably wasn't a good idea to listen to it. Not while on the way to her funeral.
I knew the words in this song would hit hard at that moment, and driving and tears aren't exactly a good / safe combination.
Instead, I turned it up. LOUD.
I have since learned this is Sissy's Song. By Alan Jackson.
I DID say get the Kleenex.
Thankfully, it was over and I had manged to fix the smudged eyeliner by the time I'd reached the school.
Later that night, I thought about the funeral, and how that particular song had come on the radio at that particular time.
But oddly, comforting and just what I needed.