I've been having a bit of a rough time for the past few days. Thanksgiving wasn't too bad in and of itself. My mother and I ate lunch with my grandmother (aged 94) and two of her friends (aged 98 and 102). My mother was the only non-widow at the table. We never really had a big celebration and we never had dinner at our house, so I was spared that emotional minefield - only to be hit by a different one driving to my mother's.
On the radio I heard the Simon and Garfunkel song "Old…Continue
I said goodbye to my houses today. They're both slated to close in the next 10 days which will be a huge relief to me financially if it all goes through as planned, but today when I finished up with them I was sobbing.
It is so incredibly difficult to let go of these physical manifestations of the dreams I had for our future. The house we were rennovating was supposed to be the one we grew old together in. Corey never even got to see it finished because he died before it was done. …Continue
This is one of my favourite photos of Corey and one of the most bittersweet for me because I know it was taken the last time he was truly happy. His contentment and happiness just radiate from the photo. We spent the week before Memorial Day 2010 in Colorado skiing at Arapahoe Basin. This had been…Continue
I had meant to write this before C's bday, but never quite got it out.
For those who have cared for a loved one with a serious illness, there is no way you can forget that person's birthdate. I can't even begin to tally how many times I had to give his name and birthdate to the endless stream of nurses, doctors, PA's, LPNs, dieticians, respiratory therapists, priests/rabbis, physical therapists, transport staff, IR staff, social workers, secretaries, and likely even some cleaning…Continue