I have decided this is a journey, not one I would choose, not one that I like, but a journey just the same. I lose my way, have to make descisions about which way to go and struggle to get on track. As strange as it may sound one of the most difficult for me has been my focus and my memory. I never needed a calendar to remember dates or meetings, I could multi-task and talk at the same time.....that was Before.
Before my world fell apart.....
Before I learned that nightmares do come true....
Before we lost Megan and Kendall......
As I read everything I can get my hands on about grief and how to survive this journey I have learned that I am not alone, and that this will not change. But I can begin to adapt. I use a calendar, which I write everything on, I take notes, and I can only do one thing at a time. But I am not insane....this I know because of the willingness of others to write about their journey. They are survivors of 8 years, 10 years, 15 years and they still need help. So at least I know here at 2 years that I am "normal", that there is a way to make it, but it will always be a journey.
I miss you girls.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Saturday, March 6, 2010
In January we took a trip with Trisha and her family to Ruidoso. We stayed in a beautiful "cabin" (house) up in the mountains. We had a wonderful time. We celebrated Trisha's birthday and enjoyed the peace and quiet. We kept Miss Megan while the boys and their parents went snow tubing, and we watched the kids for Trisha and Brent to go to the casino. Wade was the resident chef so we ate very well! Feeding the deer that walked up to the porch each day was a blast. It did not snow while we were there, but there was enough on the ground to have fun. And it was a good thing we took the jeep, going up those roads was "exciting"?
I love you girls.