Well, it has been some time. Thanks the unreliable technology that is a PC, I haven't been able to write recently. This is unfortunate because I REALLY had some things that I needed to get off my chest, but right now, I am not in a state of mind to think back, and put myself in that situation again, and if I try, my writing will suck. So, I am going to let my fingers whisk away at the keyboard and hope something substantial comes out.
First off, before we get started, I love you. I love you more than you could possibly imagine. Thank you for being in my life.
Alright, so my 27th birthday has come and gone. My 1st wedding anniversary has come and gone. I planned to write something amazing and loving and beautiful about my husband on May 13th but things were just not working out as planned...so, next year. My birthday was incredible. I received so much love, and so much unexpected kindness from everyone that it was hard for me to be in a bad mood. My anniversary was nice. Not perfect, as my babysitter decided to cancel at the last second, forcing Landon and I to scramble to find someone....luckily my sister watched my babes for a few hours so we could cruise around in a Camaro and eat delicious Italian cuisine. (Belissimo people, amazing) Thank you eternally Beedy.
As you know, my dear, beloved Opa passed away recently and for some reason, I cannot seem to get over it. It is on my mind almost every second of the day, the fact that I will never again see him. We went to his house this last weekend, to start cleaning it out, and I was so incredibly fortunate, to be able to go through his clothes and end up finding the last pair of pants he ever wore. Stuffed in the pockets were an inhaler, a hanky, and some monies, complete with money clip. When I called my mom from the kitchen, to ask her what to do with this, she came, saw the clip, and started crying for the umpteenth time in 3 and a half weeks. It is difficult for me to comprehend fully, what she is going through. In order to do so, I would have to put myself in her shoes, and I can't mentally handle that. No matter how old he was, he was still her Daddy. She has no one left now. No Daddy, no Mommy, no twin Sister. If I was her right now, I would not be alive.
Time for a separate post.
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