If anyone has ideas on how to cheer yourself up without coke floats, and angel hair pasta, queso and tortillas, drippy hamburgers, and chick-fil-a let me know. I also tried retail therapy, and kitten holding all of which make me feel guilty.
David heard somewhere that men's brains are like waffles and women's brains like spaghetti. I try and set my brain on a trajectory that won't come back to our sad news about MeeMaw, but all my spaghetti is connected and I end up at the beginning. It's been a struggle.
However, as MeeMaw reminded me, it is good to be alive.
And with these precious ones, I believe her.
A modern Razor's Edge...
"It's hard to remember we're alive for the first time. It's hard to remember we're alive for the last time. It's hard to remember to live before you die. It's hard to remember our lives are such a short time, it's hard to remember when it takes such a long time. It's hard to remember."-Modest Mouse
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I'm struggling, too, with the hard news about F.B. She's been our part of life since we were 18--not sure how we can manage without her. Fortunately the best (love) never ends.
Don't beat yourself up with guilt--a relapse is OK and a few carbs as a special treat/comfort are the reward for all your hard work. It's just when we make the comforts a habit that they're bad and really they stop even being comforting.
Give me a call if you want to talk.
A fellow struggler about Mee Maw. First went to church with her 1954-55, a year's time in 1957-58; our admiration of R and her played a significant role in our decision to drive from Pasadena to SWC in 1983. I wish I had a tape recorder of the wise, witty things she has said through the years but then, I like to think she has shaped me and contributed to my life in unique, beautiful ways that will never leave my heart. BH
Thank you ladies. It is good to hear such loving words.
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