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Saturday, May 02, 2009

Everybody's working for the weekend

The fam and I are at my moms place helping with yardwork and other projects. It has been a great trip so far.

FRIDAY
My mom and I got pedicures together. I hadn't had my toes done since the week before I had Claire; she will be two in June. I need to treat myself to a pedicure more often.

Ran some other errands and then back home.

Scott and I left around 5 to drive into Houston for dinner and movie (an actual date!). Only this wasn't a normal date. May 4th marks the 1st anniversary of my Daddy's death, so we went to visit his grave. Dad is buried at a beautiful cemetary that is fairly old. Lots of tall trees provide shady spots to sit on the lush St. Augustine grass. As I drove in to the entrance of the cemetary, my eyes began filling with tears. Every now and then one would escape the discreet hiding place of my eyes and would meander down my face.

I parked the truck, took a deep breath, and got it. But I quickly became overcome with sadness and clutched at the rails on the truck bed to stable myself. After sobbing into Scott's chest for a few minutes, we quietly walked hand-in-hand over to the graves. Only, we weren't sure which one is my dad's! We've been a little lazy about getting a marker, and I hadn't thought to look up the grave in the cemetary paperwork. So we ended up sitting in the vicinity of where Daddy is buried

So peaceful. Birds chirping, wind rustling through the many trees. And cars screaming by at 80 mph since the cemetary and dad's grave are within kicking distance of I-10. It's kind of a comforting white noise.

That "you have been just punched in the gut" feeling came back, and I could feel the heaviness of my heart return as well. If I could just go back to before I got that awful phone call at 3:45 am. Before my world was forever changed. Saturday the 3rd. It was a nice day; I remember it well. Everything was ok on that day. What a difference 24 hours can make.

After spending quite some time at the cemetary, Scott and I ate some delicious Italian food then headed to the theater: X-men Origins: Wolverine came out. Note that I was emotionally depleted and felt like a hollow, beat up shell of my normal self. I didn't like the movie.

A little too melodramatic, boring, and predictable. And whoever cast Will. I.am should be shot.

SATErDAY
We got up casually and left the house around 9:45 to go garage sale-ing. Then to Chick-fil-A for yummy lunch and playing on the playground. Then a goose-chase to find a gunsmith. And finally, we went to this great garden store that specializes in backyard water features. So pretty. Many ideas to glean and dream about.

Then on home where Scott an I did yard work (tractor mowing, weedeating, tree pruning, etc). Then we just enjoyed the nice weather outdoors with our kids swinging in the swing set. It is so peaceful where my mom lives. I'm really going to miss it. Not just because my Daddy loved it; but because I love it too.

I'm looking forward to the rest of our time here before we haul back home.



-- Post From My iPhone

1 comment:

Melissa said...

Please remember that if you ever need to talk, I am here! I know we don't know each other that well, but I do know some of what you are going through after your Dad's passing. I know how it can hit you out of the blue sometimes. Mom's been gone 7 years now and it is still a defining moment in my life, just like you stated. I won't say that "time heals all wounds", because it doesn't, but the grieving does change. Anyway, I really just wanted to let you know I am available if you want to talk. Praying for you!