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The best part was having my parents and brother here for the weekend. Too bad it was because we lost a dear friend. Wanda's family held a celebration of life ceremony on Saturday. It was wonderful to see the many many people who loved her but it was hard to see a her family without her. It really sank in that she is gone..and it feels rotten.
My parents shared their time between our house and my sister's (she lives about an hour away). I returned to work today while the sun was shining warm in the sky for the first time in a week. It was a struggle. While I was at work the demo on the deck began and Vern prepared a wonderful dinner. We spent a fun evening eating and chatting with my family while our obnoxious children played loudly in the middle of the room. ha ha Thank God my parents and brother are as in love our kids as we are :)
On a more personal note....
The passing of my friend has brought back so many great memories. Time slipped away before her and I could share them one last time. Unfortunately those good memories with her, take me back to a time that was filled with so many bad memories for me. A time I try to forget about. You gotta take the good with the bad right? Yet isn't losing a friend sad enough without it bringing a distasteful assortment of other emotions? I feel like a bad actor on the Hallmark channel.Getting lost in a long gaze filled with one memory that leads to so many others in a slightly hazy thought bubble until something snaps me out of it. Strange. So I sit and reassure myself that things really
are different and it's
OK to be happy.I have never doubted that where I am now is exactly where I am meant to be. Time goes by and people change.
I received another large bag of "slightly loved" clothes from my sister! She is so very generous! She sent a bag for me and a bag for Trevor (yes my 14 year old nephew(
his Mom is 6'3, Dad is 6'5) is bigger and taller than my 18 year old stepson ha ha) So I will be returning to work this week with a whole new wardrobe...and a new hat. I found it in the bag from my nephew. It's a classy hat,it fits my head just right and for some strange reason I just love it. I don't even care if it's cute on me....I want to wear it! Is it a bad idea for a hairdresser to wear a hat to work? ha ha I bet if I were 43 or 53 instead of 33...I'd say "Go for it! Who cares what people think!" with a
little more confidence.
My battered soul needed something new as much as it needs sun. These beautiful clothes
do bring me joy and makes the new "happy me" smile that much bigger :D Somehow my sister has that special gift of timing.
Oh Monday,please go easy on me....;)
