Okay, I know I skipped last week. I was too grumpy and that is all I can say about that.
1. Veterans Day– This could have been it’s own post but I was grumpy and depressed and didn’t write it. Grief is horrible like that. But I didn’t want to neglect saying that I am thankful for all those who have fought for our country and for the freedoms we have. I appreciate the veterans in my family. My father is a Vietnam veteran and both of my grandfather’s were WWII veterans. Many of my friends are veterans as well.
My father and my grandfathers.
2. Birthdays– Two weeks ago my daughter and I had two very important birthday parties. The first was the first birthday of the son of Bryon’s best friend. The second birthday party was for my daughter’s godfather, who was also Bryon’s law partner.
Days like this are bittersweet. Bryon was always much better at me at prioritizing social engagements than I was. He had no problem saying no whereas I would over commit and spread myself thin. He use to tell me that I was trying to “put 10 pounds of sh*t into a 5 pound bag.” But as I traveled between these two birthday parties, I knew Bryon wouldn’t have missed either of them. I couldn’t help but feel his absence.
I feel grateful that so many people still include my daughter and I in their lives.
3. I am grateful for my cousin. Yesterday was her birthday. I am thankful we only live two hours apart and that our kids can grow up together. She is amazing.
Her profession even shows how amazing she is. She is a hospice nurse. While Bryon didn’t make it to hospice and died in the hospital, I can attest that end of life care is very important. Not only to the dying patient but their loved ones.
4. My friends. Seriously, nothing would get done around myself without them. I have a core group that will drop everything to help me. And I am lucky because I am an overwhelmed widowed mother who works full-time.
5. My childhood friend. One of my best friends from childhood sent me a message yesterday. I haven’t responded because I was busy with work and wanted to write a well-thought out message and I failed. She and I had been friends since we were little and we were particularly close in middle school. It was a time when we all had spiral perms and wore Hard Rock Cafe T-shirts and the Baby-Sitters Club were everything. I will say that her spiral perms were always better than mine because her mother was a hairdresser and my perms came from a box.
I don’t think any pictures exist of us. I wish they did so I could post it here.
I moved away after 8th grade in 1993 and while we wrote the occasional letter, we pretty much fell out of touch. We later found each other on Facebook. We got married around the same time and we both had daughters one month apart.
So to my old friend, if you are reading this- I am grateful you are still in my life and I owe you a response to your message. I really need to see you when I am in the Boston area next.