An Encounter

There was a new nurse today at my doctor’s office.

She was young and eager to please.

She had trouble taking my blood pressure.

I didn’t mind, but she was flustered.

She succeeded the second time.

She was pleased, then puzzled and then upset to see me in tears…

Of course, it had nothing to do with her…

It’s just that she was young. Continue reading “An Encounter”

What we did not want…

 

~Foggy Lake Photo by Gabriela Palai/Pexel.com~

“When you are in the midst of a fog and can’t see the shoreline, you need a compass. Reach out to a trusted friend or adviser for perspective. People are not hard-wired to go it alone. They need others to survive and thrive.” — Edward T. Creagan, M.D.  Mayo Clinic

I am fighting the fog that has descended ever since my daughter-in-law entered hospice care a few days ago.

I am thankful to friends, family and neighbors who are helping me to bear the pain.

I grieve for her stuck down by this terrible disease at such a young age.

I grieve for her husband, my son, as he watches his family torn apart.

I grieve for their toddler who will not have her mother as she grows up.

There will be happiness again one day, but, for now, we are struggling to keep the shore in sight.

 

 

 

Help Me Out Here, Einstein

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When I consider that Nelson Mandela was imprisoned for over 24 years, I think what a long time that was.  It seems inconceivable.

When I consider that my husband died at 58 years it does not seem nearly long enough. A life cut short. Continue reading “Help Me Out Here, Einstein”

Hello Beautiful Day*

The day of my husband’s funeral the sun was shining.

The sky was blue with little wisps of clouds.

The air was crisp.

It was a beautiful day.

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Thoughts…

 

Tragedy and I are old friends.

I have dealt with tragedy before.

This is what I know.

It is hard everytime.

The road may be different but pain always shows its face.

People can be wonderful.

People can be  cruel.

People can be clueless. Continue reading “Thoughts…”

Life is short…

When I was a child the days were endless. Life seemed to stretch forever.

I could hardly wait to start high school, wear makeup, drive, be on my own.

Now decades later, time is  flying past.  The days are never long enough. The years whiz  by.

Although I remember lots of things from my life, in general the past often feels like a blur.

It’s funny what we do remember.

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Finding Grace in a Grilled Ham & Cheese

“But when from a long distant past, nothing subsists, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered, still, alone, more fragile, but with more vitality, more unsubstantial, more persistent, more faithful, the smell and taste of things remained poised a long time, like souls, ready to remind us, waiting and hoping for their moment, amid the ruins of all the rest; and bear unfaltering , in the tiny and almost impalpable drop of their essence, the vast structure of recollection.”   excerpt from Remembrance of Things Past by Marcel Proust. Continue reading “Finding Grace in a Grilled Ham & Cheese”

Ce petit cadeau

 

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Francois’ card with his gift from the Flea Market in Paris.

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Thoughts on Brussels…

John Donne

John Donne, 1572-1633

For Whom the Bell Tolls

“No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main.

If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend’s or of thine own were:

any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind,

and therefore never send to know for whom the bells tolls; it tolls for thee.”

Our thoughts and prayers to the people of Belgium.

I’m a Crybaby Today!

I hope you don’t mind reading a tear-stained post.

I am crying right now…not sniffling, but crying, need to blow your nose crying.

Continue reading “I’m a Crybaby Today!”