A Special Hell

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Sign posted on the wall in the hospital.

My daughter in law has been in the hospital for several days enduring tests and procedures to determine the cause of her illness.

In the meantime, I have been taking care of eight-month old Mabel and walking and praying.

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Mabel enjoying a stroll before bedtime. 

Strangers always stop to comment on how cute Mabel is.

Now strangers stop to comfort her Grandmother (me).

This is so hard.

It is hell all over again for my son and me.

It is hell for all of our family.

Waiting.  Anxious. Hoping for the best.

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My Top Ten: Living Alone

Enjoy my top ten indulgences for living alone.  Feel free to add your favorites!

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Aiden’s Grandfather

What can one say…

I was floored by my son’s request this morning.
It has been on my mind ever since. A heaviness in my heart.
I shared it with a couple of friends who were sympathetic.

These are the kinds of things that stop me in my tracks.

 

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Monday, Monday**

Monday mornings can be either wonderful or dreadful. Continue reading “Monday, Monday**”

Deer in the Headlights

 

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Here we are in December!

These are my last “free” days before the fluster and flurry of the holidays begin. Continue reading “Deer in the Headlights”

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”

The Sound of Gravel

 

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Ruth Wariner is a beautiful, smart  blonde with a bubbly personality.

However, she’s not “the girl next door”.  Hers is a different story.
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Paris? Oui!

 

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Did  your Mom ever scold you about leaving things to the last minute?  Mine did, but the lesson never stuck.

I remember a childhood story about a boy who always  waited until Sunday night to do his homework. Imagine the upset when his friends decided to go to the movies one Sunday night and  he couldn’t join them because his homework assignments were waiting for him in his backpack.

That’s how I feel about my upcoming trip to France.  Did I say France?  Oui! Continue reading “Paris? Oui!”

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.

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Live Thankfully

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I love the simple and yet complex message in this little plaque.  It inspires me to think about my many blessings even in the midst of sadness.  I am not the only person who has lost loved ones.  I am not the only one who is lonely. I am not the only one whistling in the dark at times.  I am just one person who can try to brighten my day by helping others. When I was in graduate school learning about different therapeutic approaches, I recall our professor stating that there will always be people hurting.  It is so true in so many ways from children to seniors.  So, there is always something I can do or say to be of help in a quiet, non-obtrusive way if that is the right thing for that person.  Sometimes just sitting with a person is all that can be done.  I recall sitting with a young father whose toddler was dying.  There was nothing I could say but I could stay with him and that is what I did.

So even in the midst of a world where things go horribly wrong and no safe harbor appears on the horizon,  I must remain thankful and optimistic. Thankful for my brains and fortitude. Thankful for those around me who care about others and living a decent life. Thankful that I can rise everyday and live in freedom and relative safety in an imperfect world.