Every now and then, we all have one of those days. One of those days when everything that can possibly go wrong, does.
Those days frustrate, make us grumpy and unpleasant to be around. But every now and then, things are so, so much worse. Death, disease, natural disasters and those are just the icing on the cake of suck.
Life has been crazy since I started college. There are days that I have to prioritize, and things like cleaning and laundry take a backseat to homework and studying. There are days this semester that I walked around campus nearly in tears wondering "what in the hell am I doing here?" I didn't feel like I "belonged" there. I was too old, I was too...everything. As I started making better grades and started remembering that this was going to be hard, but how much I was enjoying it, I stopped feeling so...inadequate.
All the years of trying to have a baby took their toll on my body, my brain, my bank account, and my heart. And once again, inadequate. My body had failed me. Something somewhere doesn't work right. I don't know, doctor's don't know, specialists don't know.
Hi, we know you have something wrong where you can't get pregnant, but we have ran all these tests and all these procedures, but we don't know why you can't. Let's try in-vitro. Oh, I don't know if that will work, but what's $12000 in the grand scheme of things?
It feels like a lifetime ago, yet it's only been weeks. John's grandfather, who has been fighting cancer, passed away. Our world was quickly turned upside down. We went from watching him make improvements, to just giving up. His body, worn out, just couldn't take anymore, and frankly I think he was tired and ready for the end.
We packed up and drove 800 miles to Nevada to spend some time with my husband's grandmother. Which, now in hindsight, was actually the beginning of the end.
It's no secret that my in-laws and I haven't had the greatest relationship. I have blogged about it on occasion, but I have always kept their true identities from you. Simply because someone could figure out who they were and then figure out who I was. And I wouldn't be here if I didn't get to hide behind my alter ego. But over the course of the next few days and weeks, there are going to be posts here, that are going to delve deeply into my life. What I'm going to be posting could very well cause my readers to question my own morals and beliefs, I simply ask you to read through the whole story. Then you can feel free to pass judgement on our actions.
So to those of you who know my real identity, I ask that you continue to comment, but also help me protect it. Because if, somewhere down the road things were to change, I don't want anything that I've written here to come back to haunt me, John, or them.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Monday, May 16, 2011
Where to Begin
So much has happened in the last 5 months that it's hard to figure out where to begin. I'm not the same person that I was when I was all excited about going back to college. I didn't have a clue what I was getting into.
I have been pushed out of my comfort zone more times that I would have cared to have been. I have talked to strangers. I have defended myself and the hard work that I put into a group project that others in the group contributed very little too. I have remembered how much I love school. How much I love learning new things, and seeing them in actual action and understanding them in the outside world. I'm sure that my family isn't thrilled how often I share this knowledge with them. I've found my confidence in myself and in my abilities again.
I was worried about my age being a factor. And to a certain extent it has been. I know that these instructors look at me and realize that I'm not there to party and they expect a lot out of me, so I expect a lot out of me. Which has stressed me out. I always got good grades in high school, that it's hard to understand why my grades aren't that good now. They aren't bad now, but if I want to make an A on a test, it requires that I actually study. Which is different. I never had to do that in high school. I never had to put forth a lot of effort, and college has been vastly different. But instead of having those teachers care whether or not I passed or failed, these professors don't. If I'm not going to put forth the effort, then they aren't going to help me.
I have witnessed so many "adults" do and say things, blaming the instructors for their own failure. I whined, yes, but I never blamed them. The first test I had, that I got a 63 on in Biology was a real eye-opener for me. So what did I do? I sent an email to the professor, I explained to her that this was the first college class that I have had in 11 years, could she give me some advice to be better prepared for tests in the future. And she did. She gave me a lot of good suggestions and I took everyone of them to heart. 2nd test. 82. 3rd test. 96. Final 93. I put forth the effort. When she offered extra credit, I did it. I worked hard, and I'm very, very proud of myself. Yes, there were other classes that didn't fair so well. There are other classes that I'm sweating a passing grade in. Simply because I hate math. Could I have studied more? Absolutely? Will I make the same mistake in the fall? I hope not.
On the other hand, college has taught me, that as much as these instructors try to prepare you for "the real world", there is no actual preparation. These guys all think that they are going to graduate and get a job and everything is going to be just awesome. They don't realize that they are going to be laid off, be fired, or not even find a job at all. They aren't prepared for how an employer doesn't give extra credit when you screw up. Sometimes it's your butt on the line and it's sink or swim. They don't think that they are going to fail. Experience is a bad teacher, but she definitely gets her point across.
I'm thankful that I'm not going to summer school. The closer finals got the more exhausted I got and the more I realized how much of a break I needed. The fall is going to be bad. I have lots of classes that are going to require a lot more focus, and a lot more discipline than the previous ones have. Today, I feel like I can do anything. I feel like I can finish this. I feel like I have already done the hardest thing, which was make it through this semester. It's all downhill from here.
I have been pushed out of my comfort zone more times that I would have cared to have been. I have talked to strangers. I have defended myself and the hard work that I put into a group project that others in the group contributed very little too. I have remembered how much I love school. How much I love learning new things, and seeing them in actual action and understanding them in the outside world. I'm sure that my family isn't thrilled how often I share this knowledge with them. I've found my confidence in myself and in my abilities again.
I was worried about my age being a factor. And to a certain extent it has been. I know that these instructors look at me and realize that I'm not there to party and they expect a lot out of me, so I expect a lot out of me. Which has stressed me out. I always got good grades in high school, that it's hard to understand why my grades aren't that good now. They aren't bad now, but if I want to make an A on a test, it requires that I actually study. Which is different. I never had to do that in high school. I never had to put forth a lot of effort, and college has been vastly different. But instead of having those teachers care whether or not I passed or failed, these professors don't. If I'm not going to put forth the effort, then they aren't going to help me.
I have witnessed so many "adults" do and say things, blaming the instructors for their own failure. I whined, yes, but I never blamed them. The first test I had, that I got a 63 on in Biology was a real eye-opener for me. So what did I do? I sent an email to the professor, I explained to her that this was the first college class that I have had in 11 years, could she give me some advice to be better prepared for tests in the future. And she did. She gave me a lot of good suggestions and I took everyone of them to heart. 2nd test. 82. 3rd test. 96. Final 93. I put forth the effort. When she offered extra credit, I did it. I worked hard, and I'm very, very proud of myself. Yes, there were other classes that didn't fair so well. There are other classes that I'm sweating a passing grade in. Simply because I hate math. Could I have studied more? Absolutely? Will I make the same mistake in the fall? I hope not.
On the other hand, college has taught me, that as much as these instructors try to prepare you for "the real world", there is no actual preparation. These guys all think that they are going to graduate and get a job and everything is going to be just awesome. They don't realize that they are going to be laid off, be fired, or not even find a job at all. They aren't prepared for how an employer doesn't give extra credit when you screw up. Sometimes it's your butt on the line and it's sink or swim. They don't think that they are going to fail. Experience is a bad teacher, but she definitely gets her point across.
I'm thankful that I'm not going to summer school. The closer finals got the more exhausted I got and the more I realized how much of a break I needed. The fall is going to be bad. I have lots of classes that are going to require a lot more focus, and a lot more discipline than the previous ones have. Today, I feel like I can do anything. I feel like I can finish this. I feel like I have already done the hardest thing, which was make it through this semester. It's all downhill from here.
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
I'm back!!!
Your going to get a quick catch up and then a whole lot of other stuff. Be patient. Now I just have to figure out what to write, not squeeze time in to do it.
-I survived my first semester at TTU. Barely. I still have all of my hair, part of my sanity, and even managed to lose weight instead of gaining it. Go me. Now if I could just get my instructors to post my grades.
-John's Grandfather, the one I wrote about here and here. Passed away last month. We were sad to lose him, but we know that he is no longer suffering from the effects of the cancer treatments.
-His passing opened up a whole new can of worms with my in-laws. (Not to worry, LOTS ofrants posts coming.
-My parents are still speaking to me, even after I have spent the better part of the last few months ignoring them.
-I have one friend left though. So would you be my friend? I'm accepting applications. The pay sucks, but the fringe benefits are awesome.
-I only had one close friend before, so don't really believe what I just posted above. Except the applications part. I could always use more friends.
-Bailey, the boxer that rescued me, had to be put to sleep. We think that he had a stroke in the middle of the day while we were at work. He couldn't move and couldn't stand. It was awful, and I miss him.
-I'm so bored at work that I think I might just go insane. This is the first day I have worked since I started school that I haven't had homework. Is it sad that I'm ready for school, to start back up, just so I have something to do at work? What's sad about that is I took my last final, less than 24 hours ago.
-Trust me, you don't want a job like this. No, you don't. It's not that awesome. I'm pretty sure that I've been here 120 hours today alone. Even though the clock says 6, it lies.
Gimme the rest of the week to recoup, but I guarantee that you will have plenty of posts to read from the crazy* lady next week.
* - and by crazy I know that you mean sweet, loving and most awesome blogger ever. (no I wasn't compensated in anyway to write that. Why do you ask?) Why are you looking at me like I'm crazy?
-I survived my first semester at TTU. Barely. I still have all of my hair, part of my sanity, and even managed to lose weight instead of gaining it. Go me. Now if I could just get my instructors to post my grades.
-John's Grandfather, the one I wrote about here and here. Passed away last month. We were sad to lose him, but we know that he is no longer suffering from the effects of the cancer treatments.
-His passing opened up a whole new can of worms with my in-laws. (Not to worry, LOTS of
-My parents are still speaking to me, even after I have spent the better part of the last few months ignoring them.
-I have one friend left though. So would you be my friend? I'm accepting applications. The pay sucks, but the fringe benefits are awesome.
-I only had one close friend before, so don't really believe what I just posted above. Except the applications part. I could always use more friends.
-Bailey, the boxer that rescued me, had to be put to sleep. We think that he had a stroke in the middle of the day while we were at work. He couldn't move and couldn't stand. It was awful, and I miss him.
-I'm so bored at work that I think I might just go insane. This is the first day I have worked since I started school that I haven't had homework. Is it sad that I'm ready for school, to start back up, just so I have something to do at work? What's sad about that is I took my last final, less than 24 hours ago.
-Trust me, you don't want a job like this. No, you don't. It's not that awesome. I'm pretty sure that I've been here 120 hours today alone. Even though the clock says 6, it lies.
Gimme the rest of the week to recoup, but I guarantee that you will have plenty of posts to read from the crazy* lady next week.
* - and by crazy I know that you mean sweet, loving and most awesome blogger ever. (no I wasn't compensated in anyway to write that. Why do you ask?) Why are you looking at me like I'm crazy?
Friday, April 29, 2011
5 Question Friday
Yes, I know. I promised blog posts and I didn't deliver. But think about things this way. 5 more days. May 9th, is my last day of school until August. So you know what that means right? Yes, I will give you things to read. Hopefully I will come up with enough awesome ideas to save a few things for the fall so I can write a few, and squeeze a few saved ones in. Yes, it's cheating, but as long as you have something to read you won't show up on my front porch and threaten bodily harm. So sometimes, beggars can't be choosers.
So be patient for 1 more week and a day. You guys are so full of awesome, it's scary. I have a busy weekend planned, I have to head to my hometown, where my parents still live to deliver a Scentsy order on Saturday, then it's just gearing up and studying for finals. I'm going to do some cleaning one of those two days, and I have some plants that I bought that I must replant before they croak. Yeah, that wasn't a brilliant idea on my part. Oops.
1. If you could buy any car, money not an option, what would it be?
Hmmm, this is tough. I like my truck that I have now. It screams I am woman hear me roar! But I miss having a truck. A place to put items other than the tiny back seat that my "extended" cab has.
So I would probably end up with an SUV. I like the Traverse and the Corvette. But the corvette isn't exactly an SUV, but if money weren't an option, then I could afford to pay the speeding tickets...so now it's a whole new ball game. Hmmmm.
2. What was your worst first date ever?
Brace yourself people. This is BAD.
When I was dating the guy that introduced me to my husband, our very first date. He didn't make a good impression. It's a good thing that he was a nice guy, otherwise I might not have ended up with my husband.
We met up (we lived in 2 different towns at the time) and hung out for a while. I had some errands to run in the big city and he went with me. Then he took me to meet his friend John (my now husband). Then we went to a local supermarket where Brandon (bad date) bought lunchables.
Now, I know what you are thinking - "that's not so bad. Lunchables aren't good, but they aren't that bad." And your right. He asks me my opinion about which flavors I liked, and we got ready to check out, and he turns and looks at me and asks if I wanted some too, I better get them. Because the 4 he bought, those were for HIM.
So after that, I only used him for John. So even though it was the absolute worst first date ever, it ended up being the beginning of a relationship with John. Because John went on every date Brandon and I had. Even our first one.
3. How old were you when you fell in love for the first time?
I have sat here pondering this question for a good 20 minutes. There have been crushes and there have been those teenage years where it changes on a weekly basis. But as I sat here pondering this question, I realized that I have only honestly been in love twice.
The first time, I was probably only hours old. He was a much older man, around 57 years old. But, I adored him. I followed him everywhere. I went to work, I went to town, I went everywhere that I could. There were times when he wasn't my favorite person in the world, and there were times that I was pretty sure my world revolved around him. And until 8 years ago, when he left this world for his eternal home, did I fully understand that my world did revolve around him. And how empty parts of my life have been without him. On the other hand, I can almost feel him walking next to me when I walk around TTU everyday. Because I just know that he is sitting somewhere watching me and pointing out to everyone around him, "See that girl right there, the one in the pink shirt. That's my grand-daughter. Isn't she amazing?" You can hear the pride, and the awe in his voice. And see the Beech-Nut pouch in his hand.
The second person - my husband. Who, after the events of the last few weeks (more on those later) has shown me a new side of himself that has reminded me why I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him in the first place.
4. When was the last time you reconciled your checkbook?
I do it weekly. It's called online banking. Welcome to the 21st Century! We also have these new-fangled things called computers, and cars that talk to you, and....
I only write like 4 checks a month, everything else is on our Debit card. So I just get online and look to see what's made it through and how much money there is in our account and poof, I'm done. Does anyone really actually do this anymore?
Now at work, unfortunately I have to do it every month. It's one of the few things I hate about my job.
5. If you were going to fashion a "Wanted" Ad for a best friend, how would you word it?
Wanted: Best Friend.
Looking for candidate who likes to do something crafty so we can on occasion get together and cross stitch or whatever together. Needs to have sense of humor and handle sarcasm well (must pass sarcasm test as part of pre-qualification screening). Must like to cook and get together for dinner and hang out. Prefer someone who is married or at least in a committed relationship so my husband has someone to hang out with too, but willing to negotiate (my husband has single friends who can blind date). But the right person would be funny, patient, give great advice, inform me when I'm being unreasonable, and be there when I need a shoulder to cry on. She must love my husband and my fur babies like they were her own, and she must always be willing to get up at 3am drive to an undisclosed location and dig a hole approximately 3 feet wide by 7 feet tall and not ask any questions while doing so.
Happy Friday!
So be patient for 1 more week and a day. You guys are so full of awesome, it's scary. I have a busy weekend planned, I have to head to my hometown, where my parents still live to deliver a Scentsy order on Saturday, then it's just gearing up and studying for finals. I'm going to do some cleaning one of those two days, and I have some plants that I bought that I must replant before they croak. Yeah, that wasn't a brilliant idea on my part. Oops.
1. If you could buy any car, money not an option, what would it be?
Hmmm, this is tough. I like my truck that I have now. It screams I am woman hear me roar! But I miss having a truck. A place to put items other than the tiny back seat that my "extended" cab has.
So I would probably end up with an SUV. I like the Traverse and the Corvette. But the corvette isn't exactly an SUV, but if money weren't an option, then I could afford to pay the speeding tickets...so now it's a whole new ball game. Hmmmm.
2. What was your worst first date ever?
Brace yourself people. This is BAD.
When I was dating the guy that introduced me to my husband, our very first date. He didn't make a good impression. It's a good thing that he was a nice guy, otherwise I might not have ended up with my husband.
We met up (we lived in 2 different towns at the time) and hung out for a while. I had some errands to run in the big city and he went with me. Then he took me to meet his friend John (my now husband). Then we went to a local supermarket where Brandon (bad date) bought lunchables.
Now, I know what you are thinking - "that's not so bad. Lunchables aren't good, but they aren't that bad." And your right. He asks me my opinion about which flavors I liked, and we got ready to check out, and he turns and looks at me and asks if I wanted some too, I better get them. Because the 4 he bought, those were for HIM.
So after that, I only used him for John. So even though it was the absolute worst first date ever, it ended up being the beginning of a relationship with John. Because John went on every date Brandon and I had. Even our first one.
3. How old were you when you fell in love for the first time?
I have sat here pondering this question for a good 20 minutes. There have been crushes and there have been those teenage years where it changes on a weekly basis. But as I sat here pondering this question, I realized that I have only honestly been in love twice.
The first time, I was probably only hours old. He was a much older man, around 57 years old. But, I adored him. I followed him everywhere. I went to work, I went to town, I went everywhere that I could. There were times when he wasn't my favorite person in the world, and there were times that I was pretty sure my world revolved around him. And until 8 years ago, when he left this world for his eternal home, did I fully understand that my world did revolve around him. And how empty parts of my life have been without him. On the other hand, I can almost feel him walking next to me when I walk around TTU everyday. Because I just know that he is sitting somewhere watching me and pointing out to everyone around him, "See that girl right there, the one in the pink shirt. That's my grand-daughter. Isn't she amazing?" You can hear the pride, and the awe in his voice. And see the Beech-Nut pouch in his hand.
The second person - my husband. Who, after the events of the last few weeks (more on those later) has shown me a new side of himself that has reminded me why I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him in the first place.
4. When was the last time you reconciled your checkbook?
I do it weekly. It's called online banking. Welcome to the 21st Century! We also have these new-fangled things called computers, and cars that talk to you, and....
I only write like 4 checks a month, everything else is on our Debit card. So I just get online and look to see what's made it through and how much money there is in our account and poof, I'm done. Does anyone really actually do this anymore?
Now at work, unfortunately I have to do it every month. It's one of the few things I hate about my job.
5. If you were going to fashion a "Wanted" Ad for a best friend, how would you word it?
Wanted: Best Friend.
Looking for candidate who likes to do something crafty so we can on occasion get together and cross stitch or whatever together. Needs to have sense of humor and handle sarcasm well (must pass sarcasm test as part of pre-qualification screening). Must like to cook and get together for dinner and hang out. Prefer someone who is married or at least in a committed relationship so my husband has someone to hang out with too, but willing to negotiate (my husband has single friends who can blind date). But the right person would be funny, patient, give great advice, inform me when I'm being unreasonable, and be there when I need a shoulder to cry on. She must love my husband and my fur babies like they were her own, and she must always be willing to get up at 3am drive to an undisclosed location and dig a hole approximately 3 feet wide by 7 feet tall and not ask any questions while doing so.
Happy Friday!
Sunday, April 24, 2011
National Infertility Awareness Week
Today begins National Infertility Awareness Week. 1 in 8 men and women will be diagnosed with infertility.
Those are some pretty staggering numbers. It affects so many people, and it's often the disease that's overlooked. Everyone understands the devastation and struggle of cancer, diabetes, and heart disease, but so many people don't view infertility as a real problem.
Often those who suffer are given advice and offered suggestions on how to get pregnant and make things work for them. This week, I'll be posting a few blogs about how many myths there are associated with infertility, as well as sharing my own personal story, which you have typically only gotten glimpses of.
It's going to be an emotional week around here. So because I'm about to bare my soul for the world to see, I have a couple of things to ask.
1. Please pray for the women and men who are talking to lawmakers this week about making it mandatory for insurance companies to cover infertility treatments.
2. Please pray for the millions of couples who do this everyday. For the failed treatments, the miscarriages, the failed pregnancies, for the every day struggle and heartache that they deal with.
3. Watch this video. It will give you amazing insight into what someone who struggles with infertility goes through on a daily basis.
4. Be patient with me. This week is going to bring up lots of emotions and memories of the years of treatments and the daily struggle that my husband and I still have with this issue.
Those are some pretty staggering numbers. It affects so many people, and it's often the disease that's overlooked. Everyone understands the devastation and struggle of cancer, diabetes, and heart disease, but so many people don't view infertility as a real problem.
Often those who suffer are given advice and offered suggestions on how to get pregnant and make things work for them. This week, I'll be posting a few blogs about how many myths there are associated with infertility, as well as sharing my own personal story, which you have typically only gotten glimpses of.
It's going to be an emotional week around here. So because I'm about to bare my soul for the world to see, I have a couple of things to ask.
1. Please pray for the women and men who are talking to lawmakers this week about making it mandatory for insurance companies to cover infertility treatments.
2. Please pray for the millions of couples who do this everyday. For the failed treatments, the miscarriages, the failed pregnancies, for the every day struggle and heartache that they deal with.
3. Watch this video. It will give you amazing insight into what someone who struggles with infertility goes through on a daily basis.
4. Be patient with me. This week is going to bring up lots of emotions and memories of the years of treatments and the daily struggle that my husband and I still have with this issue.
Friday, April 22, 2011
5 Question Friday
Yes, I'm actually making a post. Trust me. I have written several over the last few days, I just haven't posted them because they have been very tacky regarding my in-laws. I've been trying to take the high road, so far it's working. But it might not next week. Sometimes it really bites, trying to be a better person.
2 weeks from Tuesday (May 10) I will take my last final for this semester. I'm not really thrilled with my grades, but for my first semester I think that I'm going to be pleased. I'm not going to summer school, so that will give me a nice break before I have to start the fall semester. I'm afraid it's going to kick my butt.
Have a Happy Easter!
1. What is your favorite Easter tradition?
We really don't have an Easter tradition. But we don't have kids, and as far as some of the non-religious festivities go there is no need to have any other traditions. Although, every now and then the Easter Bunny does stop here and leave care packages for the kidlets we know.
2. Are you a "shower" or a "long, hot bath" kind of person?
I like showers when I am getting up and getting ready to face the day. When I need to unwind, I like baths. Even though it's been years since I have taken a bath. (mostly because our bathtub now is sucky). So I guess I'm both. Just depends on the mood I'm in.
3. Can you parallel park and if so when is the last time you did it?
Yes, I can parallel park. Um...probably when I took my driving test approximately 15ish years ago. I avoid it at all costs. Because I live in Texas, and people here drive big trucks. And they take up lots of space. And they can block you in. So I don't parallel park. But I could, if I wanted too.
4. What is your favorite Easter candy?
Speckled Jelly Beans. But Hop ruined it for me. I bought a bag, and ate like 4 jelly beans out of it, and my husband reminded me that they were bunny poop, and that quickly made it impossible to continue to chew. Just wait, I'm going to ruin something for him.
5. Easter: do you go all out with the Easter Bunny or focus on the religious part of the holiday?
Both. I believe that you can do both, as long as you teach your kids that the religious part takes priority over the bunny part. We did both as a kid, and if I had children, I would do the same. Sometimes it's about having the same traditions and experiences that I had as a kid and passing those on to my nieces and nephews and cousins.
Have a beautiful Easter! Remember that it's not all about the Easter Bunny.
2 weeks from Tuesday (May 10) I will take my last final for this semester. I'm not really thrilled with my grades, but for my first semester I think that I'm going to be pleased. I'm not going to summer school, so that will give me a nice break before I have to start the fall semester. I'm afraid it's going to kick my butt.
Have a Happy Easter!
1. What is your favorite Easter tradition?
We really don't have an Easter tradition. But we don't have kids, and as far as some of the non-religious festivities go there is no need to have any other traditions. Although, every now and then the Easter Bunny does stop here and leave care packages for the kidlets we know.
2. Are you a "shower" or a "long, hot bath" kind of person?
I like showers when I am getting up and getting ready to face the day. When I need to unwind, I like baths. Even though it's been years since I have taken a bath. (mostly because our bathtub now is sucky). So I guess I'm both. Just depends on the mood I'm in.
3. Can you parallel park and if so when is the last time you did it?
Yes, I can parallel park. Um...probably when I took my driving test approximately 15ish years ago. I avoid it at all costs. Because I live in Texas, and people here drive big trucks. And they take up lots of space. And they can block you in. So I don't parallel park. But I could, if I wanted too.
4. What is your favorite Easter candy?
Speckled Jelly Beans. But Hop ruined it for me. I bought a bag, and ate like 4 jelly beans out of it, and my husband reminded me that they were bunny poop, and that quickly made it impossible to continue to chew. Just wait, I'm going to ruin something for him.
5. Easter: do you go all out with the Easter Bunny or focus on the religious part of the holiday?
Both. I believe that you can do both, as long as you teach your kids that the religious part takes priority over the bunny part. We did both as a kid, and if I had children, I would do the same. Sometimes it's about having the same traditions and experiences that I had as a kid and passing those on to my nieces and nephews and cousins.
Have a beautiful Easter! Remember that it's not all about the Easter Bunny.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Moments
Yesterday after reading Baron's Blog, the words were flowing. Yet today after learning that a family whom I grew up with has lost their 23 year old son to a tragic accident, make it hard to find the words for anything.
I was married at 23. That's something that he will never experience. His life had really just began and it was over in almost the same instant. I can't imagine how difficult it is to lose a child. I can't imagine how difficult it is to lose a sibling.
Yet in the same moment there was joy. Because that's how life works. His family knows where he will spend his eternity. There is joy and peace in that.
So today, my request is simple - say a prayer for that family. For the parents who lost their baby. For the brother and sister who have lost a baby brother. For the nieces and nephews who will grow up without his continued wonderful influence. For the grandparents who recently celebrated their 60th wedding anniversary and their 90th birthdays, who will be burying their grandson this week. Say a prayer for the rest of us who are trying to find peace and understanding at why such an incredible young man's life was cut so short. Then call your brother, sister and parents and be thankful that they are just a phone call away and not facing the alternative that this sweet family is.
~While we are mourning the loss of our friend, others are rejoicing to meet him behind the veil. ~John Taylor
I was married at 23. That's something that he will never experience. His life had really just began and it was over in almost the same instant. I can't imagine how difficult it is to lose a child. I can't imagine how difficult it is to lose a sibling.
Yet in the same moment there was joy. Because that's how life works. His family knows where he will spend his eternity. There is joy and peace in that.
So today, my request is simple - say a prayer for that family. For the parents who lost their baby. For the brother and sister who have lost a baby brother. For the nieces and nephews who will grow up without his continued wonderful influence. For the grandparents who recently celebrated their 60th wedding anniversary and their 90th birthdays, who will be burying their grandson this week. Say a prayer for the rest of us who are trying to find peace and understanding at why such an incredible young man's life was cut so short. Then call your brother, sister and parents and be thankful that they are just a phone call away and not facing the alternative that this sweet family is.
~While we are mourning the loss of our friend, others are rejoicing to meet him behind the veil. ~John Taylor
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