All I've got tonight is the jitterbugs! I'm dreading the injection tomorrow (they're trying a different location), especially since I was told after the LAST shot that it was the last one they'd do.
I'm so pumped on steroids I should be able to move the monster tree limbs that fell in the yard...instead, I got super sore from holding a friends baby tonight.
Also, I'm praying for this one to work. We're to go to the mountains this weekend for Decoration Sunday at the church I grew up in....In 30 years, I've never ever missed. I DO NOT want to miss this year. But, it's 3 hours away (which means between 3-4 stretch stops).
I did buy the flowers tonight to make an arrangement for Daddy's grave. Still need to figure out what to do for Grandma & Grandpa's; Grandma & Grandpa Great; and Aunt D & Uncle P....those are the most special of folks in my life and they are all buried there.
And - part of me is dreading Decoration b/c last year one of my two bestest buddies from growing up (read here, friend since before Kindergarten, all through HS and College, was bridesmaid in my wedding) snubbed me completely. We've not really talked since she moved back home about 3 years ago. I miss her friendship, and have no clue what I did wrong. So, I dread seeing her this year and it being awkward. And, the middle of the cemetery is not the place to do anything that would cause me to get over emotional (just being there puts me in tears)...so I'm just not sure what to do about that!
Never a dull moment, lemme' tell ya!
Showing posts with label Daddy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Daddy. Show all posts
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
"Daddy's little Darlin' yes sir're....
Daddy's little Darlin' 1-2-3...."
~my daddy
It's been 8 years...and it doesn't get easier...it hurts differently as time goes by. You've missed a lot in such a short period of time...Laura and I both graduated college, started careers, met the most perfect men for us (did you have something to do with that?) and learned to lean on each other (you always told us that one day, you'd be gone and we'd only have each other).
When I graduated (finally) from college, I wore your boots. It had only been a year since you'd gone and I wanted you there with me. Momma won the fight about me wearing them when I got married (it was the closest thing I had to you walking me down the aisle), so I tied one of your bandannas to my bouquet instead. Uncle Dean gave me away....how I wish it had been you!
It breaks my heart to admit I've forgotten the sound of your voice...but I often see someone wearing your signature *blue* uniform and my heart aches. Sometimes I smell you in a crowd. Two years ago we sold the house....and I admit I don't always look at the house on the hill going from Grandma's to Church. A quick glance is all I can take -- its just a house and not a home without you or Ginger there.
Speaking of Ginger, she was loyal to you until the end....she kept waiting for you to come home. Bob had to put her down a couple weeks before we closed on the house. She never left or ran off. Not many dogs would do that.
I know there will be a zillion more things I wish I could share with you -- and a zillion more times I'll wish you were here. But, I know your pain was awful and it'd be selfish to wish you back....but, I'll always love you.
~me
Daddy's little Darlin' 1-2-3...."
~my daddy
It's been 8 years...and it doesn't get easier...it hurts differently as time goes by. You've missed a lot in such a short period of time...Laura and I both graduated college, started careers, met the most perfect men for us (did you have something to do with that?) and learned to lean on each other (you always told us that one day, you'd be gone and we'd only have each other).When I graduated (finally) from college, I wore your boots. It had only been a year since you'd gone and I wanted you there with me. Momma won the fight about me wearing them when I got married (it was the closest thing I had to you walking me down the aisle), so I tied one of your bandannas to my bouquet instead. Uncle Dean gave me away....how I wish it had been you!
It breaks my heart to admit I've forgotten the sound of your voice...but I often see someone wearing your signature *blue* uniform and my heart aches. Sometimes I smell you in a crowd. Two years ago we sold the house....and I admit I don't always look at the house on the hill going from Grandma's to Church. A quick glance is all I can take -- its just a house and not a home without you or Ginger there.
Speaking of Ginger, she was loyal to you until the end....she kept waiting for you to come home. Bob had to put her down a couple weeks before we closed on the house. She never left or ran off. Not many dogs would do that.
I know there will be a zillion more things I wish I could share with you -- and a zillion more times I'll wish you were here. But, I know your pain was awful and it'd be selfish to wish you back....but, I'll always love you.
~me
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