We've had many staggering blows in our household over the last 18 months. Today found us with another, on a scale I can't describe. There is no easy way to say this, but Derry and Scott's father - Calum - has passed away in Scotland.
I can't explain the sadness in their faces, nor that in Stephanie's. Just because two people were divorced doesn't mean they hate each other. Calum was the boy's father, and such a loss I can't even begin to imagine. Scott is very weepy and emotional. Derry, as always, is keeping things bottled up and this bothers Stephanie and I.
I simply do not know how to explain such a thing to the boys. At the age of 42 I'm lucky to have not lost a parent. As you know, Stephanie just lost her dad 6 months ago as well. We don't know how a child at 11 or 13 copes with this mentally. It's unchartered territory on all fronts.
Mentally, we are all simply exhausted. Beaten down. That's all I can write tonight. Bed awaits us all.