There's A Hole In My Soul

Yesterday was pretty rough. Today has been better; maybe it's the time, or maybe that there is some resolution. Apparently, Kim's 18-year-old neighbor entered her house through an unlocked door, with the intent of stealing something. When she confronted him, he hit her with his fist first, then with a baseball bat. And, apparently, he was high on cocaine at the time. None of this will bring her back, and her children will have the image of their murdered mother in their heads for the rest of their lives. There is another hole in my heart. The pain will dull over time, and other people will find new places in my soul, but there will always be an emptiness. This truly makes me grateful for my knowledge of the gospel of Jesus Christ. I know that Kim's spirit still exists. I know that she will be watching over her kids from the other side of the veil. I know that I will see her again, even if it's not in this life. I miss you, Kimmy. Today I took Benji to get his MRI at Primary Children's Hospital today. It went fairly well. They sedated him, so he had to be NPO for a few hours beforehand. To try to keep his mind off his sippy cup, we went to Temple Square. I took a lot of pictures; see my photography blog for some new flower pics, etc. Here are a couple of good ones of the boy. He woke up really grumpy and very uncoordinated . . . not a good combination. I tried snuggling with him to get him to calm down, but he just ended up pulling out his i.v. Good times. I don't have any results yet; it has to be read and dictated by the radiologist, then sent to our pediatrician. Then she has to call us. Pain in the butt, yes. But that's the way our convoluted medical system works. In any case, here's hoping he sleeps the rest of the night.