I swear, I didn't disappear in real life. I just haven't felt like I've had anything blog-worthy lately. Scratch that: I have, I just haven't had the energy to write it.
Last week, I had the single-most awkward experience EVER. I can't go into the details, but it was way awk. Think of the most awkward thing you can imagine. (Go ahead, take your time.) Now, multiply the awkwardness of that situation times 239,273,894,743,127,943,967...(you get the picture). That's about half as awkward as this incident. I won't say anymore since I can't tell the story, but I will leave you with these hints: mannequin, leash, Mexico. Now let your imagination run wild with those!
Today is my first migraine-free day in 21 days [knock on wood]. All of the pain has left me exhausted everyday. I'm at my wit's end with this whole thing. I've been taking my medicines like I'm supposed to, but they just aren't working. It's incredibly frustrating. If you have any tips on how to deal with migraines, pass them my way. I've been suffering my whole life and I've managed to keep them mostly under control. Occasionally, I would have a string of them, but it has never been this severe for so long. I'm desperate. I will try anything.
On Friday, I was checking the Facebook newsfeed on my Blackberry and I saw a post that made my heart sink. Will had died. Will was a good friend of mine in college, and we had the very briefest of flings. If you blinked, you would have missed it. Not exaggerating. Will played on my college's soccer team. I was a soccer "groupie," and friends will all of the players. My girls and I went to almost all of the games and spent a great deal of our free time hanging out with the guys. (Trips to Fraternity Row, late-night runs to Jack in the Box, shenanigans all over campus, OC parties...never a dull moment.) Will was a year behind me in school, but we were roughly the same age. He was always the life of the party and never failed to bring a smile to my face. I remember one particular night down at The Row when I ran into Will in the middle of the grass, dancing to the music, wearing a sombrero. Classic Will. We didn't remain close after college. We led different lives that took us in very different directions, but I will always remember him fondly. It's just another reminder about how fleeting our time on this earth really is, and how we should cherish every moment, even the crappy ones. I know that it's a cliche thing to say, but it's so very true. Here's to you, Will: Thank you for the laughs, the hugs, and the memories. Thank you for always being true to yourself, however wacky it was. I know you're rocking it out on the other side, sombrero and all.
Love and Rockets,
A
PS- If you haven't checked out Jenni's blog yet, you totally should. She's got a great giveaway going on. (I plan on winning, but you can totally come in second.)
Showing posts with label death. Show all posts
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2.17.2011
1.03.2011
I miss him.
He died. Granddaddy died. And I found out via Facebook.
Let's rewind. On New Year's Eve morning, my parents decided that they were going to drive down to Alabama to be with the family and go see Granddaddy in the hospital. I wanted to go with them, but I had to babysit that night for a few hours and I wasn't feeling so stellar. My parents left in the afternoon and made their way down. I checked in throughout the day to see if they had any updates. He wasn't doing well at all. They'd found fluid in his lung and were going to try to remove it to ease his breathing. I prayed all day that he would recover and be able to ring in the new year with us. I arrived at my babysitting destination at 5:40pm. The couple was going to an early dinner and said they'd be home around 8:30pm. I called Mommy Dearest around 7:15pm to see if they'd made it to Alabama and if they had any news. I asked how Granddaddy was doing and Mommy Dearest hesitantly replied that he wasn't doing well. I texted back and forth with BFFAE about tentative plans for the night. After babysitting, I was planning on going home, changing clothes, and heading to her house. I put the little boys to bed went downstairs to the living room a few minutes before 8pm. I knew I had some time to kill before the couple got home, so I started browsing Facebook on my Blackberry. Everyone's status seemed to be about their plans for the evening and wishing everyone else a Happy New Year. Then I saw it. My cousin's wife had posted the sentence that I've been dreading my whole life, particularly this past week: Cynthina is ringing in the new year with a heavy heart. Claude (Jason's Granddaddy) passed away today. My heart sank, I burst into tears, and I almost threw up. I immediately called Mommy Dearest. She answered the phone and all I could say was, "He died, and no one told me??" As it turns out, she had called BFFAE and filled her in. The plan was for Mommy Dearest to call me once I got to BFFAE's house so that I wouldn't be alone when I got the news. Well, thanks to technology, that plan failed. My parents had been a few miles away from the hospital at 5:43pm when they got the call that Granddaddy had left us. They opted not to remove the fluid from his lung because his body couldn't take the strain and they didn't want to cause him any unnecessary suffering. I spent NYE alternating between crying, rationalizing that things happen for a reason and that he's in a better place now, being angry that I wasn't there, and trying to pack clothes for everyone to wear to the funeral. Unfortunately, my good friend Harley Chick's Grandpa had just been diagnosed with stage 4 bladder cancer and died the same day. And my Grandmother's brother that had been placed in the care of Hospice passed away at 1am on New Year's Day.
I need some time to catch my breath on this one, plus I may or may not have started crying while writing this.
To be continued....
A
Let's rewind. On New Year's Eve morning, my parents decided that they were going to drive down to Alabama to be with the family and go see Granddaddy in the hospital. I wanted to go with them, but I had to babysit that night for a few hours and I wasn't feeling so stellar. My parents left in the afternoon and made their way down. I checked in throughout the day to see if they had any updates. He wasn't doing well at all. They'd found fluid in his lung and were going to try to remove it to ease his breathing. I prayed all day that he would recover and be able to ring in the new year with us. I arrived at my babysitting destination at 5:40pm. The couple was going to an early dinner and said they'd be home around 8:30pm. I called Mommy Dearest around 7:15pm to see if they'd made it to Alabama and if they had any news. I asked how Granddaddy was doing and Mommy Dearest hesitantly replied that he wasn't doing well. I texted back and forth with BFFAE about tentative plans for the night. After babysitting, I was planning on going home, changing clothes, and heading to her house. I put the little boys to bed went downstairs to the living room a few minutes before 8pm. I knew I had some time to kill before the couple got home, so I started browsing Facebook on my Blackberry. Everyone's status seemed to be about their plans for the evening and wishing everyone else a Happy New Year. Then I saw it. My cousin's wife had posted the sentence that I've been dreading my whole life, particularly this past week: Cynthina is ringing in the new year with a heavy heart. Claude (Jason's Granddaddy) passed away today. My heart sank, I burst into tears, and I almost threw up. I immediately called Mommy Dearest. She answered the phone and all I could say was, "He died, and no one told me??" As it turns out, she had called BFFAE and filled her in. The plan was for Mommy Dearest to call me once I got to BFFAE's house so that I wouldn't be alone when I got the news. Well, thanks to technology, that plan failed. My parents had been a few miles away from the hospital at 5:43pm when they got the call that Granddaddy had left us. They opted not to remove the fluid from his lung because his body couldn't take the strain and they didn't want to cause him any unnecessary suffering. I spent NYE alternating between crying, rationalizing that things happen for a reason and that he's in a better place now, being angry that I wasn't there, and trying to pack clothes for everyone to wear to the funeral. Unfortunately, my good friend Harley Chick's Grandpa had just been diagnosed with stage 4 bladder cancer and died the same day. And my Grandmother's brother that had been placed in the care of Hospice passed away at 1am on New Year's Day.
I need some time to catch my breath on this one, plus I may or may not have started crying while writing this.
To be continued....
A
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