The picture says it all. Priorities shift, moments are precious, there's a lot that calls up a response of "Who cares?" To keep on truckin' takes something. :-)
Headed to spend the weekend with my friend's son for his 12th birthday this weekend. We lost his mom (one of my besties) in January. She was the ultimate party planner, and we are all scrambling to make this first birthday for him without his mom nice and as happy as possible. Ugh these "firsts!" So many this year since I also lost my Mama. I suppose the "seconds" aren't so great sometimes either, etc. The time thing is interesting. It does seem to ebb and flow rather than go in any linear direction when grief has its way with you. Sending you hugs as always, Cindy. The holidays can be a challenge. My friend's birthday was on Christmas day to boot!
Heidi. 24 hours before Luca's first birthday without his mom I realized I needed to DO something and quick! I rallied Annie's friends and they came through like gangbusters! The entire house was decorated and there were gifts and treats and even a disco ball! He was thrilled and I was so grateful to the friends that made his day special. I know you all did a great job for your friend's son. ♥️
I remember your post about this. So sweet. We did the best we could and it was a lovely time and fun for him and the kids it seemed. We ate, drank, and were merry with our Suzy very present in our hearts. Thank you, Cindy.
By the way, I am not going to make it to Erma next year. I'm pretty bummed about that, but it's for a fun reason. I was invited to go with a very close friend to France to help lead a student trip and visit our mutual best friend who lives there now. It should be wonderful. We actually fly into Cincinnati the last day of Erma (Saturday), so after being up for 30 hours maybe I'll stop by and say hi... :-D
After my son, Emile, died by suicide, time lost all meaning to me. I couldn't even tell what year it was. But time also healed me. I understand what you mean, Cindy. Sending peace. 🙏
It's a whole different understanding of the world, isn't it? Even language is different. Thanks for reading and taking the time to share your thoughts. Sending love right back. ♥️
Ah, “The Jerk,” a classic disposable movie from the 1970’s. “I’m somebody! I’m in the phone book!” Good stuff - thanks for sharing, Cindy.
I believe there's an appropriate quote from "The Jerk" for all of life's moments.
The picture says it all. Priorities shift, moments are precious, there's a lot that calls up a response of "Who cares?" To keep on truckin' takes something. :-)
Definitely this--priorities shift & moments are precious. Thanks for that reminder. ♥️
Headed to spend the weekend with my friend's son for his 12th birthday this weekend. We lost his mom (one of my besties) in January. She was the ultimate party planner, and we are all scrambling to make this first birthday for him without his mom nice and as happy as possible. Ugh these "firsts!" So many this year since I also lost my Mama. I suppose the "seconds" aren't so great sometimes either, etc. The time thing is interesting. It does seem to ebb and flow rather than go in any linear direction when grief has its way with you. Sending you hugs as always, Cindy. The holidays can be a challenge. My friend's birthday was on Christmas day to boot!
Heidi. 24 hours before Luca's first birthday without his mom I realized I needed to DO something and quick! I rallied Annie's friends and they came through like gangbusters! The entire house was decorated and there were gifts and treats and even a disco ball! He was thrilled and I was so grateful to the friends that made his day special. I know you all did a great job for your friend's son. ♥️
I remember your post about this. So sweet. We did the best we could and it was a lovely time and fun for him and the kids it seemed. We ate, drank, and were merry with our Suzy very present in our hearts. Thank you, Cindy.
By the way, I am not going to make it to Erma next year. I'm pretty bummed about that, but it's for a fun reason. I was invited to go with a very close friend to France to help lead a student trip and visit our mutual best friend who lives there now. It should be wonderful. We actually fly into Cincinnati the last day of Erma (Saturday), so after being up for 30 hours maybe I'll stop by and say hi... :-D
The last three lines. There is the “aha“ moment and everything else just floats away.
Thanks, Kathe. I love that you appreciate that. xo
After my son, Emile, died by suicide, time lost all meaning to me. I couldn't even tell what year it was. But time also healed me. I understand what you mean, Cindy. Sending peace. 🙏
It's a whole different understanding of the world, isn't it? Even language is different. Thanks for reading and taking the time to share your thoughts. Sending love right back. ♥️
Time warbles when we grieve. And grief doesn’t have an end time, so, as much as we’d love the warble to straighten out, it doesn’t. Flexible us.
Yes, flexibility is key with these vagaries of grief. Thank goodness we have writing and sharing. I always appreciate your comments. ♥️
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