Sadness

I am not writing this post to elicit sympathy.

I am writing it...

because to not would be almost like 
saying it didn't matter to me.

And, it does.

Matter.

A lot.

This is important to share.

It has shaken me to my core.

It has, once again, 
demonstrated how fragile life really is.
How we should really not take 
for granted that tomorrow will come.

I was once Alex's Grandma...

my son was married to his mother.

That was several years ago, 

and I hadn't seen Alex or his mom since.

When the phone rang late Tuesday evening, 

I didn't recognize the number.
I almost didn't answer.

But, I did.

It was Jenny, Alex's Mom...

calling to let me know that Alex is dead.

Just 13 years old.

Dead of a drug overdose.

ohhhhhh, how can this happen?

I am sad beyond belief.

I have been praying nonstop.

That God has wrapped Alex in His arms.

The funeral is Monday.

I am sure it will be very difficult.

But I will go.

To pay my respects...

to say goodbye.