Note: I’m all caught up. Everything I’m writing about the loss of my Mom is now in real-time. This post was written on Sunday night at my dining room table. I cried a little, because I always do. And here…
Archives for December 2013
You know you married the right guy when…
• …he never asks, “What’s for dinner?” Instead he says, “It’s ok. I can just eat something in the fridge.” Because I never cook. And because I’m probably not going to start tomorrow. • …I’ve been ignoring my children screaming…
Ah, Christmas commercials.
I can’t even remotely tell you how much this Samsung commercial creeps me out. On the other hand, I *adore* this neflix commercial. It makes me laugh. From a treetopper’s perspective? Her voice? Stop it. —
Merry Christmas.
How cool is this? More on it here. You get 90 seconds to be on this blog, then I implore you to shut down your computer, put down your phone and give your family the gift of your presence for…
on grief: the reminders. they're everywhere.
Note: I wrote this posts last Wednesday, December 18th. The 3-month anniversary of my Mom’s death was 9 days before. I’ve been sharing parts of this process on my blog, but in order to protect myself, I am sharing them several weeks or…
Birthday greetings.
Dear Miss, I couldn’t let the day end without wishing you a formal birthday greeting. You are one of my favorite* people. Your love, your support, your friendship… it means so much. You are an important presence in my life…
on grief: Vulnerability and moving forward
Note: I wrote these posts on November 26th and December 2nd, about 3 months after my Mom died and a couple of days before Thanksgiving. I’ve been sharing parts of this process on my blog, but in order to protect myself, I am sharing…
Annual family pics and our 2013 Christmas Card
So this year we decided to do the opposite of last year… Last year was bright colors and beach. This year was muted colors and greenery. We were so very honored to have Sara Richardson shoot our family photos. She’s…
Happy Friday.
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MexMo: Fabric store confusion in Cabo
This gives me the hives. It’s too much for me to handle. In the seven years I’ve lived in Cabo I’ve made it a habit to never frequent any fabric stores. When we lived States-side, I adored Michael’s and Hobby Lobby…
I’m back.
I’m back in Cabo. Never made it to Missouri. More than slightly heartbroken, but happy to be home. My luggage arrived on the same flight I was on and is here with me in Cabo. ++ Merry Christmas. —
on grief: the dream
Note: I wrote this post on November 24th, about 3 months after my Mom died and several days before Thanksgiving. I’ve been sharing parts of this process on my blog, but in order to protect myself, I am sharing them several weeks or so after I…
![When I was a kid, my Mom would sometimes go to the grocery store at night while my baby sister and I were "supposed" to be sleeping. Baby sister slept, I stood by the window and watched for her headlights to turn back into the driveway, my stomach a gnarled mess while I waited.
The entire time she was gone I would create ill-fated stories in my mind that would ultimately leave her injured, kidnapped, or left for dead... I think these stories got worse after my Dad died. "What if I lose my one parent?"
I would stand there and worry.
And she always came back.
In one piece.
Over time, after therapy when I was younger, I realized that worrying doesn't shape anything... worrying doesn't CHANGE the outcome... but, it's real.
Telling someone not to worry is about as effective as telling someone not to cry when they're in the midst of full-sobbing or it's like asking someone WHERE they lost the thing that they lost.
"I can't find my keys."
"Where did you lose them."
[silence]
"Um, if I knew where I lost them, then..."
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This time that we're living through right now is BIG and heavy and for the love of ALL THINGS HOLY it keeps on going.
I remember watching The Sound of Music when I was a kid and wondering when in the WORLD it would end. We're STUCK in the Sound of Music.
Schools opened, then closed.
Masks on, then off.
Life started, and stopped.
We've missed get-togethers and holidays.
Weddings and births.
We are as disconnected as ever.
Our worrying and concern and fear and anxiety is there... and it's real.
I see you.
I know this time is hard.
I'm not going to tell you to stop feeling the feelings, I just want you to know that I'm feeling them, too. (And therapy is helping.)
Get yourself a therapist.
Talk about all of this.
As I told one of my girls this week, “It’s ok not to be strong all the time.”
With love,
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