Therapy for a loss.

A year ago our motto was- It still sucks!  A year later I have to say the motto hasn’t changed.  A year ago today …trying to be positive… Lori started her new life in heaven.  I’m sure none of us that knew her are over it and don’t think we will ever be.  The scars on our hearts break open and we cry and ask why; then thinking of the memories we’ve shared with Lori our hearts heal until next time.

This is my therapy to heal my broken heart as I get through today.

As it got closer to today I’ve thought a lot about Lori.  I met her in high school through our moms who were teaching CCD at church.  Since our parents hung out so much it made it easy for us to hang out especially before we started driving.  When we started driving our parents’ margarita nights turned into bowling nights for us.  We also went through confirmation classes together, where we both chose St. Theresa of Liseaux for our saints.  John picked me up for our Jr. Prom at her house since we were all going together as a group.  There are not many people in my life other than family that are pre-John.  I moved around as a kid and lost contact with many friends.  Lori is one of the few.  In high school I watched her go from a teen to a loving teen mom.  Christopher’s sono was the first one I had ever been to and I still remember it like it was one of my own kids.  I remember her face when she heard he was a boy- the glow that was about her.  From that moment on her life revolved around that little boy and I took notes.  When I went off to college we didn’t lose touch.  At the end of my freshman year my family was moving to TX and Lori was graduating so we stayed in a hotel with U-haul packed so we could see her and Deanne. Her entire family came down for my graduation from A&M.  When she went to World Youth Day in Italy she brought me back a rosary blessed by Pope John Paul that I still treasure.  When I lived in Stillwater after college she and Amy came up after the OSU and OU game and we went out to Eskimo Joe’s.  Then we rode down to Texas together for my bachelorette party.  We stopped at a Subway just off the highway that I see when I’m on 35, I always think of her as I pass it.  Christopher was our ring bearer in my wedding and we all tried so hard to get him to dance with my sister Bridgette (flower girl) at the reception.  When we bought our cars I had to make a stop by the Scarborough’s to catch up.  I remember watching Christopher riding his four wheeler and talking to Lori about all his dare-devil stunts and thought to myself how does she stay so calm!?  I remember a soccer game of Christopher’s that I was able to catch and how cute they all looked.  I’ve since tried to be like her with my dare-devils and just remain calm; to be that soccer mom out on the fields cheering them on.  Unfortunately no matter how much you care for someone, no matter how many times you think about them and tell yourself you should stop by and catch up, life gets in the way.  She was busy with Christopher and I was busy with my growing family.  I know she knows how much I care for her and love our friendship; but I can’t help but wish I could have told her. 

Lori raised a wonderful young man and left behind in him and all of us that loved her, a legacy of peace, happiness, and love.  She was all of those things and more to us.  So Lori as you look down on us know you are missed and pray for us.  Thank you for all the years we were able to share with you and for giving us wonderful memories to help heal our broken hearts. 

In Loving Memory of Lori Scarborough. 

December 18, 1979- July 13, 2010. 

Eternal rest, grant unto her, O Lord,
and let perpetual light shine upon her.
May her soul and all the souls of the faithful departed
through the mercy of God rest in peace.
Amen.