Things I missed.....Rob, Diesel, my bed (I took my pillow though) and down comforter, my comfy threadbare pj's, my morning tea, my office chair, my tv programs. I'm sure there's more but these are the things that come to mind.
The trip was good. And things went really well with my friend that lost her son, well as really well as can be expected. She and I and another friend spent 4 evenings together with tears but also laughter. It was emotional and draining but also fulfilling and cathartic. And I'm telling you right now if you sense something's off make them talk to you even if you feel like you're picking at a scab they'd rather have left alone. And hug your kids today and tell them they are loved.
While I was gone Rob built me two shelves I'd been hinting that I wanted. One was to get my microwave up off the cabinet. It's great and I feel like I have an acre more countertop! The other is in the living room, up over the windows. I have some breakables I'd like up and away from people, plus this last Christmas I realized I have nothing to hang stockings from. Now I do :).
He also worked his butt off getting alot of these downed trees chainsawed and piled up. We still have alot more and alot of fencing to fix but at least it was a start.
I ate at some awesome places down in Dripping and got on the Wii Fit this morning to find I had gained two pounds. Ugh. I'm starting Weight Watchers this week, I need structure, so I'm biting the bullet. Wish me strength *sigh.
Oh, and I Juvedermed my lips. So once again.....Kiss me! :) I just did it a little. Now that the swelling has gone down they're not bad, though I have a bruise that makes me look like I have a Hitler mustache. Not sure if I would do it again, but since it was free the temptation to see was too great.
Monday, February 23, 2009
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Why...
One of the women I really like at the clinic lost her son last week. She and I bonded over the fact that both of our only kids were military. She hasn't been able to talk about what happened but he committed suicide. She is understandably devastated and I can't even begin to imagine the pain. I don't even want to try.
She and her son had a close relationship, and she thought they talked openly and there were no secrets. Much like I have with Bre. I just wanted to hug Bre when I heard the news.
He was a year younger than Bre and was about to be deployed again to Afghanistan.
My heart breaks for her.
I talked to Bre and emphasized that no matter what she was going thru there was always help to be found and I would always be there for her. It's scary to think that your kid could feel like there was something they just couldn't deal with and wouldn't or couldn't reach out to you.
And then yesterday I took my father over to the VA hospital. He went on up to his floor while I tried to find a parking place, so I was waiting for the elevator which are as slow as molasses, and caught movement out of the side of my eye. I turned and there was a young man in a wheelchair with both legs missing trying to grab the door handle to open the door. My elevator door opened and people walked in, I told them to go ahead, I walked over and opened the door for him. I told him "they don't make these things easy, do they" he finally met my eyes and and responded with "and I thought Iraq was hard". I grinned at him but really I wanted to cry.
While I was there I saw 7, yes I counted, young men that were either in wheelchairs or had already gotten their prothesis. The guy I sat next to in the waiting room had an eye patch, we chatted for a bit. He had let his hair grow and I noticed he kept swinging his head forward, I assumed so his bangs would help hide the patch. I leaned toward him and said quietly "you know the patch isn't bad, reminds me of Jack Sparrow in a manly kind of way". He laughed and said he was going to use that one with his girlfriend.
If you ever want to see true courage go visit a VA hospital for a day.
She and her son had a close relationship, and she thought they talked openly and there were no secrets. Much like I have with Bre. I just wanted to hug Bre when I heard the news.
He was a year younger than Bre and was about to be deployed again to Afghanistan.
My heart breaks for her.
I talked to Bre and emphasized that no matter what she was going thru there was always help to be found and I would always be there for her. It's scary to think that your kid could feel like there was something they just couldn't deal with and wouldn't or couldn't reach out to you.
And then yesterday I took my father over to the VA hospital. He went on up to his floor while I tried to find a parking place, so I was waiting for the elevator which are as slow as molasses, and caught movement out of the side of my eye. I turned and there was a young man in a wheelchair with both legs missing trying to grab the door handle to open the door. My elevator door opened and people walked in, I told them to go ahead, I walked over and opened the door for him. I told him "they don't make these things easy, do they" he finally met my eyes and and responded with "and I thought Iraq was hard". I grinned at him but really I wanted to cry.
While I was there I saw 7, yes I counted, young men that were either in wheelchairs or had already gotten their prothesis. The guy I sat next to in the waiting room had an eye patch, we chatted for a bit. He had let his hair grow and I noticed he kept swinging his head forward, I assumed so his bangs would help hide the patch. I leaned toward him and said quietly "you know the patch isn't bad, reminds me of Jack Sparrow in a manly kind of way". He laughed and said he was going to use that one with his girlfriend.
If you ever want to see true courage go visit a VA hospital for a day.
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