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
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The Truth
(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
PTSD: It’s Not Just For Veterans
It feels almost disrespectful to say that I have PTSD. All of my life, I equated Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder with a soldier coming home from war and attempting to live in a relatively safe, uneventful world, but continuing to feel unsafe after seeing and hearing and doing everything he or she saw, heard, or did. … Continue reading
Retreat
If you need me today, I’ll be on a deserted island….in my head. I will still walk here, talk here, be present here…but in my head, my toes willl be in sand, no one will be able to access me, and I will cry. Alot. I will break sea shells, no matter how big and … Continue reading
Time
Time is a precarious thing. It is measured in seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, years. It gives us deadlines. It gives us notice. It helps explain how long something lasts, or how quickly something happens….when something should begin, and when something should end. Time marks us, whether we want it to or not. A year … Continue reading
Empty Closets and Haven Tables
My little sister is getting married in June. It is a tremendously exciting occasion. There literally is no one on the planet for whom I could be happier. She deserves the kind of love her fiance gives her more than most of the population…because she is that nice, that kind, that pure, and that special. … Continue reading
Mac had another visit….
(Click on the words, not the audio track. I can’t get it to play otherwise.) Some of you may believe Daddy had on a red Polo in his visit with Mac because it was Valentine’s Day. Makes sense. What Mac doesn’t know is that, the day Daddy left, he was wearing a red Polo. … Continue reading
Can’t We Just Skip Christmas? & For the Love, Buy the Sweatshirt and Write the Letter
This is a combination of two separate posts that I just couldn’t figure out how to get through, until now. Please forgive the time jumps. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Can’t we just skip Christmas? No, we can’t. Because there are 2 children, ages 4 and 9, who can’t wait. Me? I could wait forever. Because these are just … Continue reading
Leelee Knows
The day Daddy left, Scott and I left my parents’ house to go to our own and give our children (at the time, 9 and and 3) news that would make them know that bad things can happen. I didn’t know that until I was 17. I was lucky to be so old. Beth McNeill … Continue reading
You Should Be Here
Leelee’s birthday was, as you know, a week ago today. October 15th. Extensions deadline. Or, the you I knew, knew. I have no idea if you know now. But you should. And you should have been here. I was coming home from the beach with my girls a week ago today, so I … Continue reading
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