4 & 18 years
When I looked at my memories on Facebook today, it felt like a kick in the nuts. And I don't even have nuts. Two things that showed up on there that if seen individually, I would've been fine, but together? Geez, man.
First, Andrew had tagged me in a post back in 2011 announcing our pregnancy with Rolan, the baby I lost at 19 weeks.
Then, at the end of my memories was a reminder that today makes 18 years since my mother died.
So thanks, Facebook memories, for making me have a breakdown this morning. You suck.
On my way home from the grocery store, I remembered when I had gone back to Alabama awhile back, I had put all our old home videos on my laptop. So I came home and watched old videos of my mom. B/c I miss her. And sometimes I just want to hear her voice. Her sweet southern voice.
While I was watching it, a video came up of our family sitting on the back porch talking and playing. We were having a good time together, and I thought about how hard it is to get my digital family to do anything like that. Maybe we should make an effort to make life more like 1994.
That reminds me of this song:
It's one of my favorites.
While I love technology, and I'm obviously using it right now, I also feel trapped by it so often.
I need a hobby.
I didn't even think about today's date until Facebook reminded me. It put me a crabby mood for the rest of the day. Mostly b/c I wanted to be alone, but I'm never alone. When I was crying in my room, Owen came in throwing a fit about something. When he saw me crying, he stopped and said, "What the matter?" Then he left and came back wearing a Luigi hat backwards and asked if I was okay. It made me laugh.
Okay, well, I'm depressing. Bye.
First, Andrew had tagged me in a post back in 2011 announcing our pregnancy with Rolan, the baby I lost at 19 weeks.
Then, at the end of my memories was a reminder that today makes 18 years since my mother died.
So thanks, Facebook memories, for making me have a breakdown this morning. You suck.
On my way home from the grocery store, I remembered when I had gone back to Alabama awhile back, I had put all our old home videos on my laptop. So I came home and watched old videos of my mom. B/c I miss her. And sometimes I just want to hear her voice. Her sweet southern voice.
While I was watching it, a video came up of our family sitting on the back porch talking and playing. We were having a good time together, and I thought about how hard it is to get my digital family to do anything like that. Maybe we should make an effort to make life more like 1994.
That reminds me of this song:
Click to viewIt's one of my favorites.
While I love technology, and I'm obviously using it right now, I also feel trapped by it so often.
I need a hobby.
I didn't even think about today's date until Facebook reminded me. It put me a crabby mood for the rest of the day. Mostly b/c I wanted to be alone, but I'm never alone. When I was crying in my room, Owen came in throwing a fit about something. When he saw me crying, he stopped and said, "What the matter?" Then he left and came back wearing a Luigi hat backwards and asked if I was okay. It made me laugh.
Okay, well, I'm depressing. Bye.