Once again I find myself behind in the world of blogging and life in general. Lots of things taking up the space in my brain, and the time in my day. I am not even done with my work week like I usually am, having to work tomorrow to make up for an unexpected day off on Monday isn't helping.
My boys are all home at the same time. Mr.21 arrived for a week on Tuesday afternoon after a day delay due to poor weather in Ohio. I was so, so glad to see him, especially after I found out what happened to him in the wee hours of Sunday morning. He had been to a wedding with his girlfriend and her family and they all went out to celebrate at a bar very close to their hotel in Columbus, Ohio after all the wedding festivities. My son was walking to the hotel alone from the bar and got, "Jumped" by three men who beat up his face, kicked him in the ribs and hit him several more times in the face before leaving. His girlfriends sister, who was also walking home, found him half sitting up on the side of the street and brought him the remaining 100 yards back to the hotel. He is fine, he was very shaken up, but he is fine. His beautiful face is bruised, especially around his eyes, his ribs are too, but he is up, walking, breathing and alive, and now he is home where I can fuss over him a bit. In true Mom style I got mad at him Sunday after he told me what happened, he was walking home alone and I thought he knew better, but I hear the hotel was very close to where they all were as a group. I was so scared when he told me my reaction was not the best, and it wasn't a whole lot better later in the day when I talked to him again all I could do was cry, my baby had been treated so badly for no reason at all. Nothing happens good to a person walking alone a night. This is his town, where he goes to school and has been living for the past three years, so I think he felt very safe. And I guess this is a type of sport for some deranged people, they gang up on someone, beat them up for fun and leave them there, taking nothing, not a wallet or even a phone. I think the world we live in is pretty sick, but there are also bright spots, and I have to remember that. I also have to remember he is fine and will recover very nicely, he looks better already, and I am so, so, so thankful he wasn't hurt worse. He isn't dead, in a coma, or now a quadriplegic, he has his memory, he did not have a bad concussion, although I bet he had a mild one. He didn't break his ribs or puncture a lung, he can eat, talk, and walk. I am thankful that it wasn't much, much worse. I am thankful he is here.
I have been worried, I have been very busy with work and I have been fussing over him a bit since he has been home. I have had a bad headache for days, I am sure it has to do with what happened, even though I was not there, the stress of him being hurt and not being able to see him right away took a bit of a toll on me.
Thank you so much for all of your comments recently. I am so far behind in replying, I am usually much, much better at it than I have been the past two weeks. I have decided I am wiping my email clean and I am going to start from fresh, I hope you don't mind. Thank you for all your kind comments about Little Buddy and of course my birthday boy Max, you are all so special to me.
Have a good weekend and hug your people, things can happen so fast to change your world. And things can also happen to remind you to be grateful and thankful, and I am.