I am so very sorry to hear of your grandmother's passing. I know how much you cared for her and I can only imagine how very sad you must feel. Sorting through her items must be very bittersweet for you, to have your hands on things she wore and loved. My mother and I only just sorted through my sister's clothes. It was quite odd to check pockets and find a tissue or lip gloss in them; it was like touching her hand again.
I hope your cousin is doing well. How very sad to have another friend of yours with cancer.
You have been in my thoughts quite often, my friend.
There is an odd relief, too. She sure would not have wanted to stay that way, bed-ridden. All of her life she was very independent and was the worst option in her mind to linger like that. I am kind of content that it did not take longer as it did. I have not felt truly sad yet, perhaps I have been too busy or something. Or perhaps I am numbed or... I do not know. I do not want to think that I am so heartless. I do understand about the pocket checking, however. Yes, there is somehow this weird moment of re-connection somehow, isn't there?
I must check in on my cousine, yes. She is very-very brave, indeed. And hopefully the other friend only had a false alarm about her condition.
And thank you SO much for thinking of me. *blinks* You made me quite teary-eyed with that last comment.
I can honestly say that I did not come up with that imagery. Anne Morrow Lindbergh wrote about it after her first born son was kidnapped, and found dead some months laterM she described reaching into his jacket and finding his mittens, and feeling she was able to hold his hand. That thought has remained with me in the years since I read that. It is very apt, however. I am relieved that you are doing relatively well. How is your Mother? Hugs to you.
Mother is relatively well, too. Her health plays little tricks but after this 2,5 month running back and forth between the hospital and then the whole funeral arranging things, the stress is bound to do something. *hugs back and scratches Errol behind his ear*
Somehow I knew I would be hearing from you---there was a ladybug on my front door when I arrived home tonight.
I'm glad to hear the cleaning is progressing. (I imagine what my place will look like when I've been here another 30 years, only smaller.) At least at this time of year, when you reach the windows you CAN open them without freezing.
I've written very little, cut my hair very much (I don't have pix yet, though!), and am still running back and forth to work.
I hope you can hammer things out with Bossy and get to Mytofest---I know how much you want to go.
I don't yet have a picture of my hair since its pruning, but it has gone from almost waist-length to just shoulder-length, much easier to care for, especially at this time of year.
Is Ingrid back for good, or is this their idea of a summer vacation?
And she wanted me to keep cat-sitting for her. I love her cats, I do. And they recognised me when I went by and I really-really like how the gray pats me with his soft paw... BUT the apartment!
And although she wanted me to do this, she has NOT contacted me at all recently. The whole keys' debacle came from her neighbour (the nosy one). I just do not get it.
Comments 11
I hope your cousin is doing well. How very sad to have another friend of yours with cancer.
You have been in my thoughts quite often, my friend.
Reply
I have not felt truly sad yet, perhaps I have been too busy or something. Or perhaps I am numbed or... I do not know. I do not want to think that I am so heartless.
I do understand about the pocket checking, however.
Yes, there is somehow this weird moment of re-connection somehow, isn't there?
I must check in on my cousine, yes. She is very-very brave, indeed. And hopefully the other friend only had a false alarm about her condition.
And thank you SO much for thinking of me. *blinks* You made me quite teary-eyed with that last comment.
Reply
I am relieved that you are doing relatively well. How is your Mother?
Hugs to you.
Reply
*hugs back and scratches Errol behind his ear*
Reply
I'm glad to hear the cleaning is progressing. (I imagine what my place will look like when I've been here another 30 years, only smaller.) At least at this time of year, when you reach the windows you CAN open them without freezing.
I've written very little, cut my hair very much (I don't have pix yet, though!), and am still running back and forth to work.
I hope you can hammer things out with Bossy and get to Mytofest---I know how much you want to go.
Love,
Ree
Reply
Reply
Is Ingrid back for good, or is this their idea of a summer vacation?
Reply
And she wanted me to keep cat-sitting for her.
I love her cats, I do. And they recognised me when I went by and I really-really like how the gray pats me with his soft paw... BUT the apartment!
And although she wanted me to do this, she has NOT contacted me at all recently. The whole keys' debacle came from her neighbour (the nosy one). I just do not get it.
Reply
Leave a comment