I arrived around 5:00 p.m. Shari stood in the front yard talking to our music minister. We embraced.
“Can you believe this is happening?”
I shook my head.
“No.”
Shari had been through a lot over the years. Her parents had passed away—her brother had prostate cancer. I was quiet and listened as she mentioned Nathan’s actions the day he died and the details of the wreck. Her strength was incredible.
We went inside and talked. Shari was thankful for the family vacation they had taken last summer. They’d taken a three-week trip and traveled in an RV. Nathan had put together a DVD of their journey and added music. They played the DVD, so I watched part of it. I talked to family members before leaving.
It was 7:00 p.m. when I left. Paul had already eaten, so I got dinner for Ashton and myself. Of course, I wanted to eat with Ashton after a rough night. Still, I had difficulty sitting at the table without crying. I felt terrible because I could hug Ashton, but Shari could not hug Nathan. I went to the bathroom because I did not want to cry in front of him. I made it through dinner with a tear or two, but I don’t think he noticed.
I went to bed early to cry—I cried so hard my face hurt.
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