Today was a very hard day to deal with.
While I was chaperoning Sasha and her theatre group I got a call regarding Dakota's best friend. He passed away in his sleep. I'm just devastate by this loss. He was only 17 years old and we've know him since Dakota was in preschool. There had been no indication that he was sick. He had been in school, happy and healthy (as healthy as a kid with his medical issues could be). He had a lot of the same medical issues that we deal with. I don't even know how to process this loss. I look at Dakota and cry because this could have been him. Still could be and it's hit so close to home. He nearly lost Dakota last year when he was in the ICU. And all I can think about is how lucky we are to still have him here with us.
We've told Dakota and he's taken it in stride. It's hard to know sometimes how he's processed something. But, he's been quieter since we told him. We've dealt with the loss of my grandmother two years ago, so he knows what death is. But, this is his best friend, his partner in crime and he won't be there when it's time for Dakota to go back to school on Monday. That scares me and makes me cry the most.
So if you don't see my craziness on LJ for the next week, you know why. This next week is going to be a test of how well we get through this.