"Well butter my butt, and call me a biscuit!"
I think I'm turning into one of 'dem crazy county folks. I met a former neighbor for lunch at Jack's (mercy me). And spent 2-1\2 hours there. I was beginning to wonder I'd the po-lice would come get us for loitering.
Then onto the Dollar General. It is a glorified gas station without gas. You don't have to get all fancied up to go there...even though they have some mighty purdy of 'dem plastic flowers. And Lord have mercy the place was packed! Goodness gracious, all I needed were some hangers.
Welp, y'all wondered what I do all day..
Thursday, April 24, 2014
Tuesday, April 15, 2014
Sadness
March is over. April is half gone. Where does time go? It really does dissolve like snow.
One of my bestest friends is in pain and I don't know how to help. I know of her pain...it hasn't gone completely away.
I lost my mom when I was 25. I was young, newly married, living out of state. I was in denial. We found out right before Easter, that year, she had Stage 4 lung cancer. The by-product of heavy smoking since she was a teen (harder knowing she could have made better choices). She was going to fight. She did radiation and chemo. She hated losing her independence. She hated losing her hair even more. She couldn't write (too shaky). She couldn't read (no memory). She couldn't drive (seizures). But I still didn't think that she would leave before Christmas of that same year. I was in shock. I was completely numb and I didn't even know it. (as a side note: don't ever paint a room when you are numb. I guarantee you won't like the color later).
Twenty-six years later, I have been without her more years than I was with her. I'm still upset. She barely met Cletus. She never met the boys. I never got to know her as an adult. I wanted her back! I have been cheated! Then I had a dream. She was back. But still sick. She was going to have to go through the radiation and chemo all over again, because I was selfish and wanted her back. I guess I grew up that night and realized that some things you just can't change.
I still miss her...everyday.
One of my bestest friends is in pain and I don't know how to help. I know of her pain...it hasn't gone completely away.
I lost my mom when I was 25. I was young, newly married, living out of state. I was in denial. We found out right before Easter, that year, she had Stage 4 lung cancer. The by-product of heavy smoking since she was a teen (harder knowing she could have made better choices). She was going to fight. She did radiation and chemo. She hated losing her independence. She hated losing her hair even more. She couldn't write (too shaky). She couldn't read (no memory). She couldn't drive (seizures). But I still didn't think that she would leave before Christmas of that same year. I was in shock. I was completely numb and I didn't even know it. (as a side note: don't ever paint a room when you are numb. I guarantee you won't like the color later).
Twenty-six years later, I have been without her more years than I was with her. I'm still upset. She barely met Cletus. She never met the boys. I never got to know her as an adult. I wanted her back! I have been cheated! Then I had a dream. She was back. But still sick. She was going to have to go through the radiation and chemo all over again, because I was selfish and wanted her back. I guess I grew up that night and realized that some things you just can't change.
I still miss her...everyday.
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