tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35304461582530323232024-02-21T04:27:53.517-08:00Maple Lake 365Coming Around and Then SomeKristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10591831843161401042noreply@blogger.comBlogger277125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530446158253032323.post-84080937482623313752018-05-08T06:51:00.001-07:002018-05-08T06:51:30.745-07:00Little Adventures <div style="text-align: justify;"><font face="Verdana">All my life I have loved walking in the woods and fields. Often I felt like I could never get enough- I always needed to see what was beyond the next curve or over the next hill. </font></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><font face="Verdana"><br></font></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><font face="Verdana">I am thrilled to see this adventuring spirit alive and thriving in my son Henry. During our hike last Sunday morning, he continuously pushed us onward, wanting to see what came next, and to find something new and exciting. I love this. </font></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><font face="Verdana"><br></font></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><img id="id_1893_5298_c94e_f435" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpdmunkxeSP-XugAblHZcbZgKJdMzDbR7ch20rG1NPtuQ552CtQVGLooAL4IdAsWZaiyDXb-VDq-6kL8afpzZytpB6X_j29nVFZcreTVToLeuKaHjzqtLj3zv8keXaPRcKVqhMmfB1UyQ/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><br><font face="Verdana"><br></font></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><font face="Verdana"><br></font></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><font face="Verdana">The woods and fields surrounding our house are a playground and classroom when we walk, and I’m so happy to be able to watch my kids blossom out in nature. </font></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><font face="Verdana"><br></font></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><img id="id_da02_8fb2_caa_ca2" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR6R9yCSZ8HNHD4UUUaBriTfBLrGyQoxg0aT58zLY8AqtMpQAZELJLYgjK1ClsKhrpJqsOW0t8YndRVv8PddKiHK9Fy9m0Xm7M19Cc5YY-B9zhlDheUqrwjtk1E8alFwRy-NIdpH4nmvo/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><br><font face="Verdana"><br></font></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><font face="Verdana"><br></font></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><font face="Verdana">I hope Henry never loses his sense of adventure and curiousity and that we can continue to learn important lessons in the best classroom - outdoors. </font></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><font face="Verdana"><br></font></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><font face="Verdana"><br></font></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><img id="id_cef5_9e7b_c0e0_34d" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidD0cbUPlrD-3k2JmIRsMRDbD4gTyWu5AMltubDEntRlVDUM4RS1oNhN8fRzjmTU-5nqkhl10vvtXMHHjVjE_VyG1kjFAT-TAtrUUfgDFLv2u-mwGzO3uEZKygkx8vHbMu005VcCkZ-CQ/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><br><font face="Verdana"><br></font></div>Kristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10591831843161401042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530446158253032323.post-48417078436878595472018-03-30T11:35:00.001-07:002018-03-30T11:57:18.659-07:00Happy Anniversary <img id="id_1287_e124_d05d_794d" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFQmDF_nvDHImW-_svOI2FSQGFP2X9cAp6D1Tot8cEVYKvt3nSxB9le7MbsG2swWbKnFxeX2J6ETMNE5xX9WvhhyphenhyphenYt6b7knfwc5gAWNCEpOcSLmLmROeph4UuTtGVPCb7Hns4IHZTZ0VQ/s5000/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 353px; height: auto;"><br><br><p style="text-align: justify; margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 17px; line-height: normal; font-family: ".SF UI Text"; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: ".SFUIText"; font-size: 17pt;">We moved to Maple Lake on Easter weekend in 2011. Seven years. So much has changed since then. Henry is, well...7! And Clare has completed our family. I no longer stand in the driveway and cry (yes, I did that a lot) wondering if I should just pack it all up again and go back. While I will always have a strong connection to what I left behind, here is my home now. </span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 17px; line-height: normal; font-family: ".SF UI Text"; color: rgb(69, 69, 69); min-height: 20.3px;"><span style="font-family: ".SFUIText"; font-size: 17pt;"></span><br></p> Kristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10591831843161401042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530446158253032323.post-4345828037605385782017-01-29T14:03:00.001-08:002017-01-29T14:08:13.290-08:00A day<p style="margin: 0px; line-height: normal; font-family: '.SF UI Text'; color: rgb(69, 69, 69);"><span style="font-family: '.SFUIText';">A day doesn't go by that I don't think about you. A day doesn't go by that I don't think about what my children are missing. A day doesn't go by that I don't think about how you would react to the new milestones my children reach every day. A day doesn't go by that I don't think that maybe I could have let some things go and just enjoy the things we did have in common. These are the things on my mind two years after you were taken from us. </span></p><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh0fowETH6GwjktTjgfnFTK3r-y4bLZ8FgTct62bl8i7Ri-fUR5Xs-XuJD-jhG2iksIdSkp6UgLxi1VnDUDx3bZ1Pi8Y9RaVIkGxzQaJYs3sMsRSEldmGbnBKwl55JOHm1lMAxA3TB5v8/s640/blogger-image--1639921950.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh0fowETH6GwjktTjgfnFTK3r-y4bLZ8FgTct62bl8i7Ri-fUR5Xs-XuJD-jhG2iksIdSkp6UgLxi1VnDUDx3bZ1Pi8Y9RaVIkGxzQaJYs3sMsRSEldmGbnBKwl55JOHm1lMAxA3TB5v8/s640/blogger-image--1639921950.jpg"></a></div>Kristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10591831843161401042noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530446158253032323.post-60336004261947851392016-03-17T12:18:00.001-07:002016-03-17T12:19:39.667-07:00It's Coming<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div>Spring, that is. <div><br></div><div>It seems we are being blessed with an early Spring and I couldn't be happier. The last two winter previous to this one have been so long and so brutal, that I wasn't ready to face it again. </div><div><br></div><div>This morning I ran up to Swords, and paused by the marsh. Even though it's still locked in ice, it is alive with sounds. Red winged blackbirds, geese, and the sound of the ice breaking and cracking filled the air. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmvqo46JebPkqROftQtWE7zDynDdEdzrNNOhpTLq2kgqfmBodK5kEXGKv12G8Q0zCnQfOEuMOpa8rPRrMaecaciRzU9xVJrFwAgOoVSGJwWIAxjY3AiLuZgKY7NH7R-fKa6I-cb6GHsGg/s640/blogger-image--224631714.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmvqo46JebPkqROftQtWE7zDynDdEdzrNNOhpTLq2kgqfmBodK5kEXGKv12G8Q0zCnQfOEuMOpa8rPRrMaecaciRzU9xVJrFwAgOoVSGJwWIAxjY3AiLuZgKY7NH7R-fKa6I-cb6GHsGg/s640/blogger-image--224631714.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Soon, with a rise in temperature, that same air will be filled with the sound of spring peepers. </div><div><br></div><div>I love early spring. Hope, anticipation and so many beautiful things to come.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv08rqeazXOBcoOvC3s5LigeZm2S_MZM8HyQDBUuMVBnt9Vkh7-hUFTvIWdme8vYAeyWcf6c7U8BVQkRPGXMZIq9PzWUCcqIU37anP4bt5BML8E9gLfnaDMcTAHEpjY7-3jkc5M54cuk0/s640/blogger-image--1229316911.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv08rqeazXOBcoOvC3s5LigeZm2S_MZM8HyQDBUuMVBnt9Vkh7-hUFTvIWdme8vYAeyWcf6c7U8BVQkRPGXMZIq9PzWUCcqIU37anP4bt5BML8E9gLfnaDMcTAHEpjY7-3jkc5M54cuk0/s640/blogger-image--1229316911.jpg"></a></div> </div>Kristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10591831843161401042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530446158253032323.post-89876094916463873852016-02-26T15:28:00.001-08:002016-02-26T15:28:38.675-08:00The CashewSo, you think you're doing pretty good. You think, wow. So lucky am I to have perfectly average kids with no issues. <div><br></div><div>And then your world gets turned on its head. </div><div><br></div><div>Both of my kids have had peanuts and almonds and granola bars and Thai food and mixed nuts.</div><div><br></div><div>But. </div><div><br></div><div>I suppose Henry had never actually consumed a cashew. </div><div><br></div><div>Both kids had a small bowl of trail mix (<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">raisins, cranberries, peanuts and cashews) after dinner on Tuesday. I was watching Clare eat. She held up a cashew and said, "wat dat?" </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">At that moment, I thought, wait. She's never had a cashew ...is this okay?</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">Simultaneously, in the kitchen, Henry had also ingested a cashew. Told Rick something was wrong and immediately started to throw up everything he has ever eaten. His face started swelling. Red cheeks. Blisters on his lips. </font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><br></font></div><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">Into the car for the fastest drive to town I've ever piloted. </font><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">When we arrived at emergency we were ushered in immediately. Two shots of epinephrine, IV of two antihistamines and an oral steroid finally got Henry back to being Henry. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">I never thought I'd be a parent of a child with anaphylaxis, but here we are. The ER nurses kept commenting on how calm I was. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">There are two reasons for that. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">One: it is what it is. I knew what it was as soon as he started throwing up. It's manageable. I've worked with many kids with it. It's fine. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Two: as I was driving in, I felt frantic. I asked my mom to be with me. I said, "mom, I need you here now". As a nurse, she was the ultimate calm in medical emergencies. 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We go on. </span></div>Kristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10591831843161401042noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530446158253032323.post-1620985625832351602016-01-28T14:28:00.001-08:002016-01-28T14:28:22.892-08:00TomorrowTomorrow is a day I will never forget. <div><br></div><div>January 29. </div><div><br></div><div>I will never forget where I was and what I was doing when my sister called me to tell me that my mom had died in a car accident. I heard the news sitting on Henry's bed. </div><div><br></div><div>I remember strange details vividly. What boots I wore outside to tell Rick. I could not find my winter boots and threw on my rain boots, walking out in the snow with no coat. Nothing. </div><div><br></div><div>After, other calls were made and received in absolute shock. I didn't crash until the day after. Spending the day in my pajamas, sobbing, and taking phone calls and visitors. I am so grateful to those who visited me and called me that day. </div><div><br></div><div>So. Tomorrow. Tomorrow I will remember, as I do every day. But tomorrow especially. Tomorrow I will visit my mom, and spend time with two of my three siblings. </div><div><br></div><div>Tomorrow I have also planned some enjoyable things to do for myself. My mom would not want me wallowing. She would want me to enjoy my life, and do things that she would also enjoy. </div><div><br></div><div>Tomorrow is a day to remember. </div><div><br></div><div><br></div>Kristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10591831843161401042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530446158253032323.post-15861454717661925952015-12-22T09:00:00.000-08:002015-12-22T09:00:15.936-08:00Green and Brown<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As I made my way back down the hillside, I could hear the water from the stream rushing. I came to it and made my way along it, moving toward the first beaver pond. The beaver pond is not a pond any more, since the dam is no longer there. It`s a small valley, surrounded on all sides by steep high banks with a stream running through it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It`s quiet here and one of my favourite places to visit - probably the place I escape to most. </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As I walked back out through the trees and across the fields the fog came in heavier. I could feel water droplets settling on my eyelashes. </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I needed the walk today - a quiet time before the flurry of activity and excitement that Christmas brings.</span></div>
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Kristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10591831843161401042noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530446158253032323.post-27925530216193472422015-12-14T14:11:00.000-08:002015-12-14T14:11:20.552-08:00Just a Little Bit Easier<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It has been raining most days, with temperatures ranging from just above zero to ten degrees Celsius. One again, I'm not complaining. I am enjoying this extended fall weather. It is easier to do things outside, go places and to keep the house warm.</span></div>
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<br />Kristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10591831843161401042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530446158253032323.post-24747331250851296052015-09-02T16:58:00.000-07:002015-09-02T16:58:09.684-07:00A Beautiful Life<div style="text-align: justify;">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">They fall from our birches, and are the work of caterpillars munching away high in the branches. I think they are beautiful. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I love the idea of a creature creating something so lovely just by living out its days. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">If we could all be so lucky. </span></div>
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Kristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10591831843161401042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530446158253032323.post-61470619436449450542015-08-26T12:13:00.002-07:002015-08-26T12:13:51.656-07:00Rainy Days <div style="text-align: justify;">
We've had a string of rainy, cool days. I'm missing my mom. Rainy days are hard, and I'm sure snowy days will be harder. </div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The weather has definitely turned a corner in the past week. The air is drier, crisper and so are the plants. Potted plants are starting to get overgrown and straggly, waiting for the time I will trim them back, or replace them in early fall. Some of my ferns and bleeding hearts have given up entirely. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The sun is rising later and it's just beginning to get light out when I rise at 5:45 most mornings. It puts me in mind of one thing - school. </span><br />
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My sister in law, Leanne and I went out earlier today for a hike, and it was tough going. I've never worked so hard at snowshoeing. Since I haven't been out, there were no trails and no base. We tried to walk on snowmobile tracks, but even that didn't help so much. </div>
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We went across the field, and through the swamp. It was deep. So deep. We made it to the place where I usually enter the woods to go up to the first beaver pond, but the snow was just too deep. Absolutely impassable. We turned back, hiking along our path through the swamp. I wasn't done, though. I NEEDED more time alone, more time in the woods. </div>
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Sometimes the hardest things we do are the most important. The hardest things to say, feel or do physically. Sometimes we need to push through to the other side. Today I needed physical exertion and silence. I needed to get back outside, where I haven't been since my mom died. I feel everything when I'm alone. I needed to face this today. I'm glad I stuck it out, but it was tough going. </div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Tomorrow Henry turns four. FOUR. I can't believe how quickly the time has passed. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I am really struggling today. Tomorrow is the first "event" I've had to go through without you. I've planned just a small party- but it's still plenty of organizing and baking that I need to do, and to be honest, I'm having a hard time putting my whole heart in to it. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I am hurting terribly thinking of how much Henry adores you and how his memories of you are soon going to start to fade. He talks about you, and he knows you are dead, but I don't know that he really understands it yet. He asked me yesterday when we were in the spare bedroom if we were getting it ready for Granny to come and visit. We actually have many moments like this, and they are sad, but not devastating. I like that you are still close in his mind.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Well-intentioned people will tell me that "it's okay, you will keep your mom's memory alive through your stories", and yes, of course we will do that, but these words are not comforting to me. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I want to scream, "IT'S NOT THE SAME". It's not the same, and it never will be. You will never have a living, breathing relationship with Henry ever again, and that hurts me. I know it hurts you, too. I can feel it and I will carry that with me forever. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mom, today, tomorrow and for the rest of my life I hold you close to my heart and I will miss you every second of every day. </span></div>
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When I was younger, I spent a lot of time visiting my grandparents at their home on Ahmic Lake. They had many different bird feeders for many different kinds of birds, and bird watching in the winter was particularly interesting. </div>
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Now, we definitely don't have the extensive bird feeders that they did (and still do now that they've moved into Parry Sound), I did learn a thing or two about feeding birds from those days, like how Blue Jays are very social, even friendly birds, and absolutely love peanuts. </div>
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If you want Blue Jays to flock to your house, go out and grab a bag of peanuts in the shell. Toss a handful out every so often, and call out to the birds - I have my kids yell out, "hey, Jays!". Pretty soon, you'll have Blue Jays flitting about, and they will come and call to YOU, eventually. They are bold birds. </div>
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On these bitterly cold, but brilliantly sunny days, making new bird friends has been an activity my little kids have loved, even if their yelling at the birds through the windows makes it near impossible to get a decent photo. </div>
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I want to tell you about the hardest part. The hardest part wasn't finding out you had died. It isn't going through your things, and it wasn't even turning my back and walking away from your casket in the cemetery. The hardest part was at the end of your service, when we followed your casket out into the cold and snow. </div>
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A piper was playing Amazing Grace. Michael, Matthew, Mel, Duncan, Mark and Luke were your pallbearers. I held tight to Henry's hand (Rick had taken Clare to another room), and we walked up the aisle out of the chapel. I couldn't look up- I didn't want to look at everyone looking at me. Holding Henry's hand was the only thing that kept my feet moving and me upright. </div>
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When we got outside, they placed you in the hearse. We were all sobbing. Deep, soul wrenching sobs. Your boys, Katie and me. I tried so hard to not completely break down because Henry was with me and I didn't want him to be scared. </div>
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I remember Matt standing with his head down, hand on your casket, sobbing. It was cold, but we didn't feel it. Snow fell lightly all around. </div>
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I miss you so much. </div>
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Kristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10591831843161401042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530446158253032323.post-16070330370445994632015-02-19T03:44:00.000-08:002015-02-19T03:44:52.420-08:00Three Weeks Ago Today <div style="text-align: justify;">
I don't know how it's already been three weeks since my mom died. It's been three weeks, and most of the time it doesn't feel real. </div>
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I don't really know what else to say except: three weeks and I've barely scratched the surface of the emotional iceberg that I'm carrying around with me. </div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">My mom DIED in a car accident (not just injured). </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">My mom died in a CAR ACCIDENT (sudden, immediate, too soon, preventable). </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">No matter how I say it, it somehow still doesn't feel real, and yet no matter how I say it, it's still my reality. </span></div>
Kristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10591831843161401042noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530446158253032323.post-40379006210512673872015-02-12T15:16:00.001-08:002015-02-12T15:24:34.567-08:00Two Steps Forward, One Step Back<div style="text-align: justify;">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I find I'm moving through the world cautiously, trying to move slowly and mindfully. I don't want to do too much, take on too much, or expose myself to something that will be too much.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; text-align: justify;">I ended up in the parking lot of the grocery store gasping for breath and sobbing. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> <span style="text-align: justify;">What hit me had today was the fact that my mom died all alone. This will always haunt me, along with the words my sister spoke to me the day she died, "they worked on her at the scene...". </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We had your funeral this past Saturday, but you already knew that. Even though the day was filled with soul-wrenching sorrow and tears, and I knew you were gone, I still found myself wanting to turn to you and tell you things about the day, just as if you were right beside me and it was someone else's funeral. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I wanted to tell you about all the people who came. So many friends, old and new, colleagues and of course, family members came out to say their final goodbye to you. You would have been surprised at the old friends and neighbours who showed up. Hearing your colleagues talk about you was really special to me. I've always been proud of the work you did. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I wanted to tell you how Michael delivered a beautiful eulogy. He delivered your story and a message of love and living life to its fullest- everyday, with no regrets. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I want to tell you everyday from now until the day *I* die how much I love you and how much I will miss you. But like I said before, you already know that.</span></div>
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My grief lays like a thick blanket on me. Sadness has settled into my bones. Despair weighs me down. I move through life dragging my heavy limbs. I'm underwater. My back hurts. My head is a fog. I want to lay down and sleep. I want to sleep for days. </div>
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I push through most of the time. Kids need to be fed, and loved and I'm afraid if I stop moving now, I'll never start again. Sometimes though, the thick, muffled hands of my grief reach up and pull me down. I am overwhelmed with thick sleepiness. I am engulfed. </div>
Kristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10591831843161401042noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3530446158253032323.post-65818704725955494462015-02-09T04:53:00.001-08:002015-02-09T04:53:15.871-08:00Still Waiting to Wake Up<div style="text-align: justify;">
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My mom died on Thursday, January 29. </div>
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My sister called me around four in the afternoon with the terrible news. A car accident. Immediate death. </div>
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Since that call, my life, the lives of my siblings and my family have been turned completely upside down. No time to breathe, we ran a metaphorical marathon last week toward her funeral. So many details and so much work. And the work doesn't stop now. There is a long, long painful road ahead of us. </div>
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