Hit Over the Head

Tracy Bradshaw

My husband, Alan, came home from the dentist. He had his teeth cleaned. He proceeded to tell me that the young girl working with him mentioned that she went to school with Sawyer. She went on to say that Sawyer was a nice guy and fun to hang around.

Now , I believe that one of those unexplainable, creep up on you, change your mood on a dime happened to me. Within a few seconds I was crying and fussing at the same time. “I don’t get it. I just can’t wrap my head around this!”

Alan hugged me,  said that he was sorry, and said he didn’t know it would make me cry. I told him I love that someone remembers and speaks his name. I don’t know what happened. Sometimes it just hits me like that. I asked him to please tell me when anyone talks about Sawyer – even if I cry. That is okay, because I think in the long run I am better off knowing that people still think of him and compliment his personality.

Well, I stepped in the office looking for something and sat on the floor in front of a tall bookshelf. Crack! Something landed right on my head and slid to the floor! I picked it up and said, “Thanks for showing you care, Sawyer. I needed that.” I had literally been hit over the head with a picture of the first heart I found outside my bedroom door in the woods.

My interpretation is that he hit me over the head because I can’t hear him say (in a slightly aggravated tone), “Mom, you know I love you! Please quit crying.” Then the sadness was over and the appreciation for this young girl, speaking sweetly of my Sawyer filled my heart.

Sawyer’s Mom,
Tracy Bradshaw