Cut Short

I put my mom on a plane this morning back to New Mexico. It wasn't the plan I had when I went to bed last night. It wasn't the plan anyone had when they went to bed last night. My mom was supposed to stay with me and enjoy Cayden until she went back to work the beginning of July.

Unfortunately, life doesn't always follow our plans; instead it throws us curve balls and we are taken places we never expected to be. My mom's baby sister, Patricia, past away last night. She was only 32 years old. Her birthday would have been this Saturday.

This past week has been the most joyous of my life...of all our lives. Now we are facing a dark cloud over the delight of baby Cayden. I have so many emotions inside of me that I feel I may burst.

All I want to do is enjoy my baby and keep myself in the cocoon of utopia that is been the last 9 days. Yet, I ache. I ache for my mom. I ache for my aunt. I ache for myself. I am so sad that I will never see her again. I am so sad she will never get to meet Cayden.

I don't know when the funeral services will be. I don't know if I will even be able to make it. I don't know if I can take Cayden traveling so far while he is still so little. I have a doctor's appointment for him tomorrow and I will ask the doctor if I am able to take him on the long road trip.

I will hate myself if I can't make it. I want so badly to be there for my mom. Yet, I can't leave Cayden. I have to be here and take care of him. It's times like these that I wish we didn't live so far away.

My mom's trip was cut short. My aunt's life was cut short.