Sadness

We got one of those dreaded calls last Saturday evening. One of Bailey's soccer teammates was killed in an accident. You feel like you can't breathe and just know it can't be true. It's too awful to be true. Did I hear David correctly? Please tell me again so maybe my brain can comprehend your words. I immediately look to the left of me where Bailey is sitting. I see her eyes wide open in disbelief. My immediate reaction is to reach out and comfort her but can I? She just keeps repeating, "I can't believe Nicole is dead". None of us can. My heart goes out to her parents. You try and put yourself in their shoes but can't or don't want to. You feel so sorry for them. I can't belief this. She's only 12, seven months older than Bailey. You think how unfair life is sometimes.
I start thinking back. Bailey has played soccer with Nicole since she was 7. In fact, Bailey and Nicole were the two remaining girls who started out playing on a team called The Shooting Stars. The name of the team has changed twice more since then, the original girls have gone and new ones came. We all just sit in shock and wonder what happened. we get little information. She was at a motocross race and had an accident.
Several days have passed and it's still hard to believe. We learn more about the accident, she was hit by someone else who could not stop in time. We learn that her organs were donated.
Our soccer team decided to hold a candlelight. We decide on Sunday afternoon and Monday was a holiday but everyone pulled together and we got it done. The soccer vigil was last night, Wednesday. It was unbelieveable that so many people came. Family, friends, schoolmates were all there. Our team clubs and a lot of the opposing teams came together like a big huge soccer family. I thought about it and I see and spend more time with the soccer team and families than I do my own in Arizona. It was wonderful to see such support. I'm sure the family appreciated it.
Channel 13 news was there and it was the top story last night at 11pm. Here's the website to see the vigil. http://www.ktnv.com/Global/story.asp?S=6590494
I think events like this make you realize how fragile life. So tonight when you put your children to bed hug them just a little longer.

Cleaning Day

Well, I try and keep my house clean but sometimes it's a little overwhelming. The bathrooms are the hardest so I decided to do something about it. I got a maid!!!! I'm so excited to have sparkling clean bathrooms without being totally exhausted. It's hard to find good help and it helps to use someone's reference. I got the maid's name and number from my neighbor. I saw that they had someone cleaning for them for quite sometime. So I asked about her and they gave me her name and number. I called and low and behold I have a maid.
I've been wanting someone to come help with cleaning for awhile but it's been hard. I want someone to come and tell David that I'm calling someone. Then I look around and realize my house is dirty and I need to clean before I call a maid as I don't want her to think I'm dirty. Anyway, I end up cleaning so I can get a maid and then I don't need a maid. This time I realized I can use the help so I had to use so much self control not to clean before she got here. I did pick up all the useless junk that lies around everywhere in our house. So I guess now she'll just think I'm dirty not messy. Good thing when I called she was able to come in a couple days. If it had been longer, I would have had everything cleaned for her.
Then I wonder how I can sit here in the house and watch her clean without wanting to help. I'll feel bad that the poor lady is cleaning my mess while I sit on the couch and eat bon bons... I guess that's where I need to stop and think, she's not doing it for free....
Anyway, I'm sure I'll be very happy to have a clean house. Besides, David's daughter, Christine and family, are coming to Las Vegas this weekend and may come by. Won't tell them I hired someone to clean for me. I'll just let them think I did it all myself.....