.... get us nowhere."
I'll type it again.
"What ifs get us nowhere."
That's a direct quote.
From my sixteen year old son.
.... between a battle and a war.
But unfortunately, when you're in a war .... there are many, many battles to fight.
I am not sure what your beliefs are ..... I don't think our differing beliefs will matter as I write this. At least I hope they won't.
(I wrote this post on my blog Saturday night/Sunday morning. Saturday, the 28th, would have been our 28th wedding anniversary.)
....in infamy. Or at least in history.
Son #2 graduated tonight.
He did it.
In spite of .... so much.
On this day.
This once very happy day.
.... and a paragraph about a dream.
This is a post I wrote back in March of 2008, three months after Jim died.
The kids and I traveled to Oklahoma, where Jim was born and where we both grew up. Well, he grew up in one part of Oklahoma, I grew up in another.
Anyway, we went to the farm where Jim was raised for a very solemn purpose.
We were going to spread half of his ashes there (the other half were to be spread later, at our lake house in Texas).
Jim's brother, sister-in-law and their daughter were also there from California. Jim's other brother and his wife, who live nearby, were also there. So it seemed like an appropriate time to attend to this gloomy task.
.... that many of you have probably read before. But it's always good to read again .... and be reminded of it, just in case you come upon someone else who needs it shared with them.
And for those of you who've never read it .... you will, as always, relate to every line.Read more
.... every time I see how much our children look like (or act like) Jim.
The above picture is of our youngest, Son #3 and his prom date this past weekend.
I was not here to witness the event (he's only a sophomore so it wasn't THE prom).
I was in Alaska, taking care of my brother who had surgery while I was there.
.... is something I should be used to by now.
I am in Alaska this week.
This is my second visit.
The first time was back in 2007 .... with Jim and the Sons.
It was to be our last family vacation.
Jim died 6 months later.
.... Posts I've Ever Written.
Something has changed.
And I wasn't even aware of it until 2 days ago.
Which is kind of freaking me out, because this change was huge.
So huge that it stunned me when I realized it. Literally.
And then I wondered how I felt about it.
I felt horrible and yet a little relieved at the same time.
And I kept this change to myself, thinking I could never admit this.
Not to anyone.
Jim and me .... at the huge surprise party he managed to truly pull off, for my 40th.
... but it is something."
The above title and sentence was a line from last night's episode of "E.R.".*
It stopped me ...... I literally stopped and stared at the screen. And no, it wasn't because it was George Clooney who said it.
He was playing his doctor-self, Dr. Ross.
He was sitting in a private waiting room ...... you know, one of THOSE rooms ...... a room which you really know you don't want to walk into. Like the one into which I was half-carried, half dragged.Read more
Last week I told you that I was purging my home and attic and getting things organized.
What I didn't tell you .... was how deeply I was purging.
You can see that there's a lot of "stuff" in my garage, but you most likely can't make anything out (due to my fabulous skills as a photographer).
But there's something there .... on the right side, close to the middle.
Something that is symbolic of how deep this purge is .....