Sleep is no refuge

Sleep has never been my friend—I’m trying not to make it my enemy.

We went to see the truck and the accident scene yesterday. As traumatizing as that was, it helped to see it. I could see clearly that Dan must have died on impact. One minute he was a goofing off with his friends on his way to basketball, and arrived at the feet of his Savior. It also showed me what a miracle it is that we have the other three boys.

I carried the weight of the day into the night. I thought sleep was supposed to be an escape from grief. Its not; I’m grieving even in my dreams.

I’ll post more later today. Debby is going to call with news about Dan’s song. Their producer will hear it for the first time when they are in the studio. I can’t wait to hear his reaction.