Greg's had his famous ribs going since last night. The whole house smelled of garlic all day. Tonight was our ward cook-off. I woke up to a bit of a mess. It's taken me most of the day to make sense of the house.
Mom stopped by this afternoon. Some ladies in her ward asked her to lunch. She just wasn't feeling up to it, so she told them she was going over to her daughter's house. I'm the lucky daughter. And she really did come over. We mostly just talked. We sat at my table and cried a little, working through our grief and pain. My heart breaks for my mom. She is so strong and so capable. But adding Jaron's brain tumor to an already heartbroken family is almost more than we can bear.
We worked for a while on her Venmo account, making sure she was up and running. Then it was time to send her on her way. She will head back up to Hooper on Sunday to be there to help Joni and Jaron. She is in it for the long haul, and I'm praying that everyone will have the strength to endure.
Our ward party was held down at the park. There was a light breeze on a beautiful evening. We enjoyed yummy food on our picnic blanket. Lots of people asked me how I was doing. I tried to just say that we were fine, but before I knew it, I was explaining about Jaron. It just didn't feel honest to say that we were doing fine. Somehow, I still feel lifted up by the love and concern of so many people. I feel so blessed, so loved, so comforted.
We had such a good time. The kids played so hard at the park, laughing and running. When I told someone that I would be fine, and everything would be okay, they said to me, "Well, it might not be okay." I responded back, "No, I mean, in the end, it will be okay." I have faith in that. It's all going to be okay as long as we place our faith firmly in the Lord. He makes it all okay.
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