Today is a rough morning.There is only one thing filling the bill-the Zush whisperer.
There is a line Henry the Eighth mutters in the series The Tudors. He tells the Spanish Ambassador ,” You do not.know all my secrets.” Well, for the past ten years, Zush has been the guardian of mine. I love her with every molecule of my being and then some…and Mom loved her too!
Fur children …. I thank God for them!
What a ten day stretch.
I find it incredible that the most outstanding emotion that I am encountering is exhaustion to the point of sleep. I need the sleep and realize that, and a not fighting it, although it is such a beautiful day, it is truly a shame to waste it.
I am going through a mug of cappuccino and planning to enjoy every minute of my time, as the lesson that I am walking with today is life is too freaking short. You are here and a heartbeat later you can be gone.
Thanks to you, readers and friends, for your support and understanding during this time: your words have warmed my being. I originally started writing this blog as an outlet for caregiving. Maybe, now, it’s just an outlet for life, period.
It would stand to figure it’s raining this morning.
Old school says if it’s raining for a funeral, it’s God opening up heaven to let the body in .
Well,I believe Mom is in heaven already. However, the gravesite is on the side of a hill. It’s rainy…I have a black dress on. Get the probable equation…
“Man plans, God laughs.”. 😀
One of the nice things about being home today was I was able to see the Joe Paterno tribute from University Park.
Jimmy Cefalo, who played for Coach Paterno in the seventies, said something he was told by Paterno, and I think between using this quote in tandem with my faith, well, it will get me through tomorrow.
“When you get your day going ( paraphrasing), change happens: nothing stays the same. Make it a better day, instead of a worse one.”
Thanks, Coach…good advice.
Today was a day of action, and also a day to collect my thoughts.
Started with Bob and I going to the undertaker and Church. We are still working on the post funeral reception.
Then, the girls and I have been walking, and wash has been done. Jim’s boss sent us lunch down, which was great.
Most of all, we’re breathing… All in all, a good thing.
As the Bard Shakespeare himself once wrote, “Words are easy, like the wind; Faithful friends are hard to find.”
You guys know you are my faithful friends.
You have gotten me , and through prayerful extension,Bob, through the past four years. You have handed me tissues, shared lunch, walked with me, or even just shared a word or too regarding the current situation that I was in. The encouragement is what helped get me though this and I just wanted you to know that, and I am so deeply appreciative for your presence in my life.
I chose the picture for today because the sun has set on my Mom, but there are still clouds in the picture. With all your help, I know I can conquer the clouds and have some closure.
Cliche’ not with standing…thank you for being a friend.
“Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen..”
One of the many things I am so thankful as I begin the new era of my life without my Mom is how she brought me up.
I am no saint, but she truly worked on instilling faith into me. Hey Mom? It worked.
Three cancers I fought through: I had faith.
Losing my Dad? Now my Mom? FAITH.
I know that she has been greeted and is safe and secure in heaven. It is so funny, as in our “black” humor,Bob and I have been talking to each other saying who has Mom tonite. Last night we said it was Paul, the undertaker…and we joked about making him tuck her in tight. Well, not to fear: God has her wrapped up tight and she’ll be secure forever.
Sleep tight Mom.