So much has happened since that NKOTBSB concert that I don't even know where to start.
First of all, summer ended.
I moved to Greenville and started school and everything was fine.
Except it wasn't.
I was lonely, and sad, and bored, and I wasn't a huge fan of East Carolina University.
Plus my Papa Roscoe was sick, and the day of Marieke's wedding, my Grandma Dottie had a stroke and was later diagnosed with a brain tumor.
Speaking of Marieke's wedding, it turned out beautiful.
Girl can put something together, I'll tell you that!
Anyway, so school was sucking, basically, and I missed my Jordan like crazy.
One weekend I came home and so did my dad.
We picked up Tabetha and Ross in daddy's truck and the six of us (Me, Tabby, Ross, Savannah, Mom, and Dad) went to Sampson County to visit papa in the hospital.
He was so sick and hurting that he was asleep almost the entire time.
I remember him waking up a few times and realizing that we were there, and I remember kissing his head as we were leaving.
That was the last time I saw him.
I went back to school on Monday and on Tuesday night mom called with the news. He was gone.
I waited around for the next day to see when the funeral would be. It was scheduled for Friday night with a Saturday morning burial.
Thursday morning Layla Jane Williford passed away. My heart was absolutely crushed. Layla was only three years old. I had held her little hand and seen her little smile. That morning I hated cancer more than ever. It had just taken two people I loved in two days.
Layla's funeral was scheduled for Monday afternoon.
Jordan drove down on Thursday and we spent that night at Jennifer's babysitting Taylor and Landon. That was fun and helped ease my mind.
On Friday morning we went the rest of the way to Goldsboro and that night we went to papa's funeral.
Then, on Saturday, we went to the burial.
When the burial was over, we picked up Savannah and went to Norfolk for the Jason Aldean concert that Jordan bought tickets for for Landon's birthday.
Sunday night was the concert, and we had a good time, but my mind kept going to Layla.
As bad as it sounds, I tried not to think about her.
I focused on where I was and what I was doing, and by the time the opening acts were over I was into it.
I enjoyed spending time with Jordan and Landon and Savannah, and when Colt Ford made a surprise appearance, my night was made.
Monday morning Jordan, Savannah, and I got back in his car and came back to North Carolina.
We stopped in Greenville so I could get Layla's gifts that we'd gotten her from Disney World, and then we made our way back to Goldsboro for her funeral service.
We dropped Savannah off, picked Kelsey up, and made it to the church just in time for one of the world's most painful experiences to start.
The first bad thing was that we were ushered in, and Jordan and I were seated seperately.
The service was beautiful, but all I could think about the whole time was how unfair it was.
Layla's burial immediately followed her service, and when it was over I had the chance to speak to Weldon and Jenifer. I gave Jenifer Layla's gifts, and they both told Jordan and I to keep fighting.
Monday night Jordan and I went back to Greenville.
We spent the night making shirts for the kids and just enjoying eachother's company.
If it wasn't for him, I know I would have gone crazy by now.
Tuesday morning Jordan had to go, and I believe it was our hardest parting ever. All I could do was cry.
A little while after he left, I realized that I hadn't been to school in a week.
I went for the next three days, and I watched Landon and Taylor one night.
Friday couldn't come fast enough.
I wanted to go to Norfolk, but since I couldn't, at least I could go home.
I hated Greenville.
Friday night sucked.
I was upset that I wasn't with Jordan, and he must have been some kind of upset too, because we didn't talk a whole lot that night.
I missed him like crazy.
I just wanted to cry. I was so mad at the world.
How could this happen? How could papa and Layla both die, and why did I have to miss Jordan so much, and why did I hate school so bad?
I felt helpless.
Saturday morning I knew I had to see Jordan, so I thought about it all day and finally got the guts to wake my mom up from her nap and tell her I had to go.
I drove to Norfolk for the first time in the dark, and I got there around 9pm Saturday night.
Jordan, Michaila, Chris, David, and I went to see The Lion King in 3D, and that night Jordan and I stayed up talking about how the separation was hurting us and we had to do something about it.
We came up with a plan and after he went to sleep, I put it into action.
Sunday, when I got home, I explained everything to my mom, and within the next few days, everything was a go.
I made the decision to withdraw from ECU, move to Norfolk to be with Jordan, and start school over again in the spring at Old Dominion University.
On Monday, my Grandma Dottie passed away.
I just couldn't believe it.
We were told she had eighteen months.
It had only been one.
Her funeral was on Wednesday.
My dad flew home Tuesday night.
On Friday, my mom and Teresa and I went to Greenville.
I withdrew from ECU, and spent the night there packing.
On Saturday my grandpa and grandma picked me and the majority of my things up and brought me back to Goldsboro.
We spent the entire hour of the car ride discussing my decisions and the fact that my mother needed a car as soon as possible.
Sunday morning, mom, grandma, and I had breakfast together and made a plan and a committment to do our best to get mom a car this week.
On Monday, Jordan's cousin, Connor, had his heart surgery. He is currently in ICU and on a vent. He is four months old and was born with Downs Syndrome and a heart problem. His surgery was supposed to take 4 hours and it took 7.
In the wee hours of Tuesday morning, Wes' parents got the call from the hospital saying he has an infection and they had to go immediately there.
The fact that kids have to go through shit like that pisses me off. Ugh. Anyway.
Tomorrow is Wednesday and my mom and I are going to Greenville to get the rest of my stuff and check out a car she found online. I hope everything works out with the car and she gets it.
I'm ready to move.
It's not that I want to leave my family, I just really miss my Jordan.
So that's what has happened in my life in August and September.
It's 3am.
I'll blog again after I move.
Until my next post,
Stormy <3
