This weekend was a whirlwind of activity. But honestly most weekends it is a fine line between keeping busy enough to function and having some downtime to recuperate from the insanity of surviving the week prior.
On Friday a friend of ours told us he wanted some of Jaidon’s sourdough starter to use as part of a fundraiser at a restaurant he has opened where a part of the proceeds would go to Jaidon’s scholarship fund. What an honor. We were so incredibly touched and appreciative.
We bit the bullet and decided that it was time to go through Jaidon’s stuff in his room. The five of us decided that we want to transform the basement into a great rec room in his honor, a place where we can all hang out and relax together and feel his presence. That is a process I wasn’t ready to hit head on just yet so we slowly decided to start with going through his dressers.
Drawer by drawer we lovingly folded all of his clothes up touching each one like it might bring us closer to him. We admired all of his taekwando belts all the way up to the black belt he earned this past spring. We went through his books and his trinkets and his desk. It was truly awful. It was just another realization that none of these materialistic things would ever mean enough to take his place.
That night we went over to a very good friend’s house for dinner. It was lovely and we enjoyed it but it was hard not to notice that there were five kids at the table where there used to be six.
We invited all of Jaidon’s friends and their families over to BBQ so we could see them all before they head off to college. We love them all so very much and although each of them now holds a very special place in our hearts, it is still hard to fathom that we won’t be sending him to Towson next weekend.
To wrap up the weekend I continued on my sourdough saga, and to my surprise, the two loaves I made last night were the best I’ve made to date. I still don’t understand what Jai enjoyed about this but I am committed to spending the rest of my life walking in his shoes any way I possibly can. It is the least I can do to live on in his honor and in his memory.