Today I am really struggling. Struggling to feel normal, to feel happy, to get things done. I just feel sad. However, I feel like I want to talk about Rod and remember our life together rather than focus on the sadness that has taken over my life. Here is a story of how Rod helped me in the beginning of our relationship ...
The first time I noticed the mouse that had taken up residence in my bedroom was in the middle of the night. I freaked out and ran into the living room. Then, a mouse started crawling up the couch where I was sitting. I started to scream, grabbed my cat and my phone and left the house.
It was pretty chilly outside since it was only about 4 or 5 a.m. so I couldn't just sit outside. I hid inside my car and called Rod. He is a pretty heavy sleeper, but he eventually woke up to my incessant calls. I was hysterical. I'm pretty sure he laughed at me when he could finally understand that I had mice in my house. However, he did come over right away to rescue me. And he didn't even make fun of me! He just gave me a great big hug and told me he'd take care of it.
He went into the house and packed up some of my stuff for me so I didn't have to go back in there. I remember yelling at him to grab my contacts and pajamas, and don't forget cat food because I was too afraid to go back into the house. He was so nice to pack up my stuff and let me stay at his house!
To this day, I am still terrified of mice. I have gotten to the point where I don't scream and lock myself in my car, but Rod always was the one that had to find them and trap them. Thank goodness we haven't had any mice inside of our home now!
I love that from the beginning Rod took care of me and was there to comfort me. He was great at telling me that things would be okay and he always gave the best hugs. I miss those hugs.