It's So Hard to Say Goodbye

Aimee moved out about an hour ago.
No, she doesn't hate us. Not THAT kind of moving out! In fact, everyone here is pretty much torn apart.

She's a very talented gymnast and while practicing, a long time ago, she fell and broke her back. Competing has been basically a nonoption and it flares up sometimes, but for the most part, her back has been just dandy. However, about 2 months ago (in a spot of terrible irony on the birthday of Kaitlin, her very best friend, if you do recall), Aimee was involved in a terrible, 4-car accident including a semi. She very well could have died. Thankfully beyond all thankfuls, she didn't. She did seriously injure her arm, including a nasty scar from her seat belt, and totalled her car. Oh, and her back got a lot worse.

Aimee lives in Lehi, so she took a bit of time off to see doctors and things. Then, about a few weeks ago, she was told that she would need to undergo surgery on her back, which would put her in bed rest for months. They scheduled it for the beginning of winter semester so she could stay here until then, but, of course, things don't always work out that nicely.

Aimee's doctor was worried about her having permanent nerve damage, so they moved the surgery up to next Monday. So she had to move out this afternoon (she's babysitting tonight and tomorrow) for the rest of semester, leaving our apartment very empty and without a very crucial piece of our family. On top of all that, she had to drop all her classes but the two that have teachers willing to give her do-at-home work.

We're all hoping and praying that the 2-3 months of bed rest will only be 2 months, so that she can come back winter semester and especially come back HERE, where she belongs.

She's coming back on Sunday for Sunday dinner...well, technically she's visiting Sunday...so it's a little easier to not freak out about. Aimee goes home often enough on weekends that this one will seem only a little stranger than most. But I have no idea what it'll be like after she leaves us Sunday night.

probably terrible. And I probably won't have the heart to write about it then.

Aimee's like our mommy. She makes sure we go to classes, lets us know when we're being weirder than we need to be, tells us what to eat when we're too hungry to choose food, makes all our birthday cakes, and gets mad when the kitchen isn't clean. She watches House during FHE, plays music on her iTunes that I thought nobody else had heard of, makes cute charts for cleaning the bathroom, makes us laugh when nothing else is really funny, and I don't know what we'll do without her. Especially Kaitlin, bless her heart...

If you don't mind, please join us in praying for Aimee's safe surgery and quick recovery. This next few months (and possibly all the way until Spring if things don't work quickly) are going to be worse for her than anyone else.

"It's So Hard to Say Goodbye to Yesterday" can be found by Voice Male if you use my version