Why can't we all live like John? Don't you wish you could take such joy in the simple things?
Like eating Pringles.
Live your life like you're eating pringles with John. I guarantee that you'll smile.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Monday, September 27, 2010
I am an Artiste!
This is the first time I let John use his "paint" markers. He was so excited. Seriously, they are MASTERPIECES. I kid you not!
Check me out. I will be showing my pieces of work at an art gallery soon.
Talking to Auntie Two.
Still talking.
FYI to all of you out there in Blogger land. John likes Skype. Email me if you want to set up a Skype date with John.
Check me out. I will be showing my pieces of work at an art gallery soon.
Talking to Auntie Two.
Still talking.
Showing Auntie Two his artwork and Riley's breath mints.
FYI to all of you out there in Blogger land. John likes Skype. Email me if you want to set up a Skype date with John.
Friday, September 10, 2010
An Anniversary...Sort of
On Sunday it will two years since my mom had her stroke.
I'm not sure how I feel about this milestone. This is remarkably different than last year. Last year I was still able to say (or rather think) that a year ago today my mom was doing this or a year ago today I talked to my mom...or even a year ago today my mom was alive. :(
But two years. It seems like so long ago. A lifetime ago. So much has happened since then. In therapy he said that the grieving process is more like 3 years. The first year is mostly a fog. You are simply striving to survive and merely existing. The second year, you may be actively trying to regain your life. Then the third year, you are more able to process your emotions and you are more willing to allow the good to outweigh the sad.
But really, WTF? How do I measure all this? At the 10-11 month mark my dad took a dramatic spiral downward. The a year less a week my dad died. Does this mean I'm back at square one or rather year one? It's been a whole lot of two steps forward, ten steps backward.
But life goes on.
However, that should be said happily. LIFE GOES ON!
If you knew my mom, you would know that she would most likely be mad if I were to wallow or allow her death to overtake my life. She would tsk, shake her head and say "don't be stupid". Or tilt her head to the side, roll her eyes at me and wave her hand freely and tell me that LIFE GOES ON.
My dad would be a different story altogether. I think he would prefer if people grieved for him. He was kind of selfish like that. I don't think he would want me to stop living, don't get me wrong, I'd like to think that deep down he did love me.
But I digress. Now where was I? Oh yeah. So this weekend, is an anniversary of sorts. I'm going to honor her memory by LIVING MY LIFE. Not to any great extremes because that's not the type of person that I am. But by humbly going forward and taking each day as it comes.
I'm not the preachy-preach type. All that jazz about being grateful for whatever time that I have. I mean if you want to think of it that way then really it's even more depressing. I'd rather just be happy to be around.
I'm not sure how I feel about this milestone. This is remarkably different than last year. Last year I was still able to say (or rather think) that a year ago today my mom was doing this or a year ago today I talked to my mom...or even a year ago today my mom was alive. :(
But two years. It seems like so long ago. A lifetime ago. So much has happened since then. In therapy he said that the grieving process is more like 3 years. The first year is mostly a fog. You are simply striving to survive and merely existing. The second year, you may be actively trying to regain your life. Then the third year, you are more able to process your emotions and you are more willing to allow the good to outweigh the sad.
But really, WTF? How do I measure all this? At the 10-11 month mark my dad took a dramatic spiral downward. The a year less a week my dad died. Does this mean I'm back at square one or rather year one? It's been a whole lot of two steps forward, ten steps backward.
But life goes on.
However, that should be said happily. LIFE GOES ON!
If you knew my mom, you would know that she would most likely be mad if I were to wallow or allow her death to overtake my life. She would tsk, shake her head and say "don't be stupid". Or tilt her head to the side, roll her eyes at me and wave her hand freely and tell me that LIFE GOES ON.
My dad would be a different story altogether. I think he would prefer if people grieved for him. He was kind of selfish like that. I don't think he would want me to stop living, don't get me wrong, I'd like to think that deep down he did love me.
But I digress. Now where was I? Oh yeah. So this weekend, is an anniversary of sorts. I'm going to honor her memory by LIVING MY LIFE. Not to any great extremes because that's not the type of person that I am. But by humbly going forward and taking each day as it comes.
I'm not the preachy-preach type. All that jazz about being grateful for whatever time that I have. I mean if you want to think of it that way then really it's even more depressing. I'd rather just be happy to be around.
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