At A Loss.

I have a lot of friends, but my dearest friends I can count on one hand. Actually three fingers. You know, the ones who know all of the ins and outs that make you, you.

One of my dearest friends lost her husband suddenly this week. On Sunday as the Coach and I were driving back from GA she told me that he was in the hospital; said he was ‘supposed’ to be getting better and didn’t want me to worry, but on Sunday evening, it became dire. Prayers were needed.

First thing on Monday morning she told me he passed away early that morning. *sigh*

I ran down to her house immediately; she and her four kids (17yrs-27yrs) were in shock to say the least. I couldn’t help but remember that my father also passed away at 52 when I was 25. I remember the despair.

The Coach and I have been friends with them both for 22 years; they live a few houses down from us. We’ve had vacations together, we’ve watched each others kids grow up. *sigh*

He struggled with mental health issues the past 10 years which really put a wrench into their relationship, but she stood by him. He was a ‘different’ kind of husband/father even before the mental illness became evident, but she took it all with a grain of salt. The things he put her through, I can honestly say, I would not have stayed. Emotional abuse is putting it mildly. She and I had many discussions about scenarios of her life without him, but when it came down to it, she’s hurting. The mountain of financial, business and family complications from his passing is A Lot.

I’m at a loss of how to be of help without being over-bearing; her family is A Lot and her house is Full On Chaos right now.

It’s a bad feeling when you feel helpless. I’ve talked with her grown daughters daily to see what I can do, and also to Stacy, but I’m giving her a bit of space until things calm down a bit and her home is back to just regular chaos.

{Stacy and I at my 40th and she and I at her 50th three years ago. I agree, cameras are just better now.}

I’m not really asking for advice as I don’t think anyone has an answer to assist me so I can assist her. But I wanted to share why I’m a bit MIA and also to document this sadness just as I document the joys.

Hugs your friends. XOXO

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The One Where She Insists On Getting Older

Hashtag 28

Are you supposed to write hashtag or just #.

Hip, I am not.

When I started this blog Lolo was 15 and just about to make me nutty. Nuttier. Luckily, that only lasted a few years and she’s currently one of my most favorite humans. She turns the big 2 8 today which feels surreal since I was just hashtag 2 8 a few weeks ago.

She is good to the core with a kind and giving heart. Lovely inside and out with an amazing smile and eyes that can light up a room. Her quick wit and amazing intelligence always blow this Mama away.

She was the toddler that drove me mad with her high energy; oh how I was not prepared for that.

She was the little girl who loved to collect/play with bugs, pick up random objects, (bottle caps, rocks, screws) place them in her pocket so I could later find them in the dryer.

She was a pro travel softball player (5yrs-20yrs) and we’ve been to (just about) every softball field in the state of Florida and then some.

As much as she loved being outside getting dirty, she also loved doing her nails, wearing dresses and fussing with her hair.

Some of her past pets were a snake and a few lizards and she’s obsessed with her husky Mattis and of course her SuperMutt Max Max. She can’t pass up a dog or cat that she doesn’t think is the cutest thing ever with her vocal: Awwwww. Never mind if that critter has one eye, half a leg, covered in mange, foaming at the mouth ready to eat you, she will say: Awwwww it’s so cute…..

She’s the perfect anomaly of girlie and strong.

She’s just perfect in every way.

She has a big milestone this year: marriage. And she thinks law enforcement takes patience and wit?

Do you have any sage 28th-year or almost married advice for her? She and Linds are avid readers of this ole blog and enjoy all of your comments.

Happy birthday Lolo!

XOXO

Adding To My Laugh Lines; July 4th Was A Banging Good Time!

I didn’t want anyone to worry about me; I’m fine and dandy. Well, aside from the 341 bug bites that I’m currently scratching. No-see-ums, chiggers, mosquitos, yellow jackets; they all love me. Why am I so delicious? This is my cross to bear.

We had such a lovely long (Thurs-Tues) July Fourth weekend with our friends. ‘Merica!

I’m thinking of naming our house Shenanigan Central instead of Where The Money Went.
There was much LAUGHING, wine drinking, BBQ’ing, dog petting, puzzle doing, walking, hiking and avoiding snakes/bears, music enjoying, and pizza making.

Our deck did not collapse from the weight of us as the Coach said it wouldn’t, so that was awesome.

Things that I should share in more detail later: My rendition of Sally O’Malley because I CAN KICK and I CAN STRETCH and The Puzzle Club. Riveting stuff.

Oh and one piece of great news to share too.

I’m working on catching up with all of you, but it might take me two weeks; some of you talk more than I do. Imagine that.

XOXO