dot-dot
Today is Dot-Dot's day, her death anniversary. Ten days later. Ah, February. As much as I tried, I have not managed to transform this month into one of enlightenment. I suppose I could revel in the tears, see them as a celebration of sorts, but they are still tears, they still fall without my wanting them too, they still make laughing more difficult.
I'm glad it's day 11 of not smoking, because if it weren't, I'd probably be dead by now from chain smoking. Seriously. I admitted yesterday that perhaps the only coping mechanism I'd come up with to replace my habit is crying. My new crying habit. Which isn't really all that new, I guess, just more pronounced. So much for THAT resolution. But I look around and realize that maybe it's not just me. It seems to be the saddest season. So many couples are splitting up, people are having problems, tearing their hair out, screaming, holing up, despairing, sleeping too much, eating too little, or too much, dying. I guess it's all connected to the gloomiest day?
But, Dot-Dot.
She was a woman of grace and tact. She never yelled. Ever. She had the biting comment mastered, but that was reserved for those rare moments when someone needed to keep you in line. I made her cry once, but only because she was scared for my safety. She had the sweetest southern drawl and I loved the way my name sounded when she said it. For Christmas, whenever she and George came to Virginia, they always gave our friends bags of pecans. I loved the way she said 'pecans' also. Pecawwwwwwwwns. People remember those bags of pecans, and her Christmas cards. How hers was always the first to arrive.
I hope to be as sweet as Dot-Dot one day.
I am hoping to do some scanning of old photos tomorrow to give Dot-Dot and George their proper tribute...long overdue indeed.
Until then, happy friday.
xo
I'm glad it's day 11 of not smoking, because if it weren't, I'd probably be dead by now from chain smoking. Seriously. I admitted yesterday that perhaps the only coping mechanism I'd come up with to replace my habit is crying. My new crying habit. Which isn't really all that new, I guess, just more pronounced. So much for THAT resolution. But I look around and realize that maybe it's not just me. It seems to be the saddest season. So many couples are splitting up, people are having problems, tearing their hair out, screaming, holing up, despairing, sleeping too much, eating too little, or too much, dying. I guess it's all connected to the gloomiest day?
But, Dot-Dot.
She was a woman of grace and tact. She never yelled. Ever. She had the biting comment mastered, but that was reserved for those rare moments when someone needed to keep you in line. I made her cry once, but only because she was scared for my safety. She had the sweetest southern drawl and I loved the way my name sounded when she said it. For Christmas, whenever she and George came to Virginia, they always gave our friends bags of pecans. I loved the way she said 'pecans' also. Pecawwwwwwwwns. People remember those bags of pecans, and her Christmas cards. How hers was always the first to arrive.
I hope to be as sweet as Dot-Dot one day.
I am hoping to do some scanning of old photos tomorrow to give Dot-Dot and George their proper tribute...long overdue indeed.
Until then, happy friday.
xo