A year later, Mac opened up even more about his visit from Daddy. It simply amazes me that the details of his visit have become even more vivid a year after it occurred, but that is just one of the many reasons why I have zero doubt his dream was NOT just a dream. It … Continue reading
For whatever reason, we talk often about names in our house. I am Marsha Fondren Weems Stacey. My husband is Scott Jordan Stacey. My son is Jordan McDonald Stacey. My daughter is Leigh Louise Stacey. My mother is Judith Louise McDonald Weems. My father is Charles Alvin Weems. My brother is Leigh Hayes Weems. My … Continue reading
Today is July 25th. I was born on this day 43 years ago to Judy and Charles Weems. They were first time parents, and I was a nightmare baby. They couldn’t sort out my formula, and because of that, my tiny stomach hurt all the time, so I’ve been told that I screamed, constantly, for … Continue reading
The day after my daddy left, it stormed. I was sitting exactly where I am right now, outside at my computer, with the rain pouring as fast as the tears were coming down my cheeks. The sky flashed now and then as lightening peppered the sky, and the thunder boomed. It felt so appropriate. It … Continue reading
It was the Thursday after the Sunday. Daddy left on June 22. Last year, it was a Thursday. This year, it will be a Friday. Last year, I switched my court week with another judge, so I was on the bench on that Thursday. Last week, I had my June Thursday. I will forever hate … Continue reading
Purses can be heavy. Load those babies up with everything you think you need for every situation imaginable, and they can make your shoulder feel like it is about to fall off. They can be mighty pretty, though. However, an ex of mine once said: I’ve never heard a guy say, “Dang. Look at the … Continue reading
Summertime: brightness, warmth, frivolity, and freedom. The doldrums of winter are gone. The door is closed on the cold. It’s finally Summer. Up until last year, for Mac, the summer season didn’t just mean that school was out. It didn’t just mean that it was warm and he could enjoy all that sweltering Mississippi … Continue reading
I’ve written about this before, so most of you reading this know (and may have known about this all along…I, for one, did not) that people who suffer from PTSD and anxiety have triggers. Triggers are events that put one back in a moment when he or she initially felt intense fear or sadness or … Continue reading
This week, we had weird weather…in that, it was beautiful outside. Finally. I told Mac that, the sky was so blue-blue, and the trees were so green-green and the clouds were so white-white, none of them even seemed real. It felt good to finally have a pretty day. It is now box fan weather–except, for … Continue reading
(Mac made this at the McLean Fletcher Center for Grief. It is part of Hospice Ministries in Jackson, and he went for several months, and he loved it. Iti s a wonderful local resource for any of you reading this whose children are dealing with loss.) A few weeks ago, we were at lunch waiting … Continue reading
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