The Waiting Game

So it goes

I didn't have the best of days yesterday, and when I went to bed just after 11, and heard Zak on the phone, I had a feeling something was going on. He's never on the phone that late. So when he came into our bedroom around 11:30, I could see the sadness on his beautiful face. Zak and Danny's friends father passed away while praying. Zak was visibly shaken, could feel it while I held him. Danny, the night owl, was asleep, and has no idea. I don't want to have to tell him when he wakes in thirty minutes. He'll want Zak, and Zak won't be here.


It was a restless night, and I'm not sure what today will bring.