I left a voice mail on the cell phone of LO yesterday. I wanted it to be clear that while we are angry and disgusted with the behavior and choices of LO, he is still loved and a part of the family. I have not received a call back and that's fine. I passed along what I thought was an important message and whatever happens now is out of my hands.
I don't know which is worse: worrying about him when I know things are wrong or worrying about him when we don't know where he is and suspect what he is doing. I am proud of myself in that I have not allowed this horrible situation consume me. I was able to really concentrate on the training program yesterday, put together notes for the production meeting last night and get what I needed done.
The trip to Canada will be intense but fun. It's a nice break and I'm now past the spurts of crying I was going through Friday and Saturday. John is one of my favorite people and one of the nights we will be staying at his lovely home. He can always make me laugh until my sides ache.
Last night I listened to a CD of comedian George Carlin, who is another person who can make me laugh until I can't move. The laughter has been good for me. So has the work.