The Call

While I usually keep this blog pretty cheery because honestly, I'm a pretty positive person, tonight is a bit different. My thoughts are pretty jumbled right now, somethings might make sense where others won't but I need to let my thoughts flow. I got a call a couple hours ago that rocked my world. Let me first say that, I'm OK! My sister called, crying hysterically, and asked if I had heard from our mom today, I said no, what's wrong? She starts spewing out how they're murdered and all of these other things I can't understand and for a good 5 minutes I believe that my mom and her boyfriend have been murdered. I'm screaming and yelling and even as I type this and relive the moment I'm continuing to cry. Eventually she says something that is audible and I relize that she is looking for my mom so I ask, "Who was killed?" and she says John Doe(for privacy reasons) and then I figure out it is not my Mom. Relief with a capital R sets in momentarily and then I realize that it's her boyfriend. She then claims my mom is calling her on the other line so I let her go. Even though I know my mom is ok my hysteria is still there. I park my little guy in front of the tv and go to my room to try to gather myself. I'm a mess! I don't know her boyfriend, only by name, and to be honest he doesn't really hang in the right circles so it doesn't entirely surprise me but I can't get the vision out of my mind of what I thought had happened. I just want to talk to my mom but I know she's with my sister right now and they need time together. I don't have much else to say but had to get this off my chest. Sorry for my crazy, jumbled, scatterbrained post.