Pretty good weekend, M ended his training on Friday and was stoked about his time. There’s a little bromance brewing, which makes me so happy he met a quality guy there. We spent a lot of time talking about what’s happening in the next week. He feels so amazing about his new spot, he said it felt like home. He promised to take some pictures for me next time he was at the gorgeous area he found. Also, he reminded me that phase 2 was getting me out there. Which I thought was cute, like I need reminding!

Today he went through a box of pictures and his mom’s poetry. He found a few pictures of the ex who is a friend. A lot of pictures of himself and as he was going through them, he set aside pictures he wanted to show me. He also read some of some of the poems and… It’s almost like I wrote them about M. I would never want to compare myself to his mom, but I think we shared some qualities.

The day that she died, he told her that everything was okay and she could go.. that he had taken care of everything. We had gotten off the phone for a bit and I said a prayer. More like I sent a message to her, telling her that I would take care of her son. That I would love him and accept him. I was on the phone with him when she passed. My message may not have reached her, but it did make me think. She held on for a week and a half, in a coma state. I told him that weekend, that I didn’t think she would make it past then. I almost feel bad that I called it, but she went peacefully and that is the best thing we hoped for.