When I came home from work tonight (~midnight) I checked my phone messages. There was only one. TW called to inform me that she, sugardaddy (her live-in boyfriend), and (my) son were going to Colorado for the weekend, despite the fact that this weekend was supposed to be my regularly scheduled visitation. I checked the caller I.D. to see when she called – it was 6:09 p.m. That was four hours after I had to be at work!
I’ll leave it to you to guess what I think of her for this, her latest stunt (it’s typical behavior for her), but I’ll give you a hint: I wouldn’t want to insult the mother of man’s best friend.
Last Memorial day weekend, Purplebear posted about how Mr. Bear rescued a little girl from drowning, only to have her die a few days later. This week we lost WallyM7, and Tatertot has suffered a miscarriage.
Please join me in the following prayer:
[ul]Dear Lord, we treasure the opportunity to be a comfort to one another in each others’ time of need.
However, from our earthly perspective, we’re getting too much bad news in quick succession. I can see that maybe you wanted to put Wally on staff right away, and couldn’t wait until he was a dessicated old fossil with bad teeth and a memory to match. Still, in only a short span of time, there are two children and a dear (if newly met) friend gone, and now this.
I have no idea if this will help you Baloo, but whenever life seems to really suck for me I think this.
If you didn’t have dark you would not appreciate the value of the light.
If you didn’t have hate you would not appreciate the value of love.
For everyhting that is bad in life it is what makes the good possible.
I am sorry for all of the grief that people are experiencing in thier lives. Remember that if you didn’t have sadness and hurt what would be the value of the good times?
Think of the good times and know that you have had bad times in the past, and like this bad time, bad will follow the circle to become a good time.
My grandfather died yesterday morning. I spent most of the day crying off and on, talking with family, and so on. There was a blessing in this–he lived in Ohio, and my California parents were out visiting. They had five good days with him before he died, and they are there for his wife of 69 years to comfort her and help take care of things. I wrote more details about this on Opal’s Fathom message board, http://fff.fathom.org/ubb/Forum3/HTML/000559.html
He always told me I was his “special little girl,” and I knew I was. I’ve cried because I miss him, I’ve cried because I can’t be there at his funeral, I’ve cried for my grandmother who’s left alone for the first time in nearly 70 years, I’ve cried because he won’t see me get married, I’ve cried because he won’t be there when Bri and I fly out in three weeks to visit, a trip planned for several months now. We’ve been encouraged to stick to our original plans and go in July, as we will be able to comfort and give company to my grandmother after all the funeral hubbub is over and family is gone, and it will be something for her to look forward to, I hope.
This is my first grandparent to die. Really, it’s my first close experience with death. Not to state the obvious, but I don’t like it much.
Just when it seems as though I’m starting to manage dealing with death and pain and all that, something else happens.
I once saw on the door of a rather poor family, “I know God won’t give me anything more than I can handle, I just wish He didn’t have such a high opinion of me!”
If nothing, else, we can take away from this week that God thinks we are all strong people. That is, if nothing else, of great comfort to me. I jsut wish He could show me that in some other way
Thank you so much, Baloo. I can only add: AMEN. And, I echo what iampunha said; enough already, please, Lord.
I’m so sorry to hear of your loss, Ruffian. I’m here for you if you need anything. {{{{{{Ruffian}}}}}}
I hope no one has missed me too much the last couple of days. I have barely been able to be on the board at all. I have some news of my own, though it hardly compares to the other news of this Thank-God-it’s-over week. My son and I were hit by car that ran a red light Thursday night. We’re both ok, but it’s really aggravated my lower back, my shoulder is reinjured, and my neck is a little sore. I spent the night in the ER last night <didn’t start hurting til yesterday> and so haven’t been here much at all. I won’t be here that much for the next few days, with the strong pain stuff they’re insisting I take.
You are all in my thoughts and prayers though; and I’ll be on as I can <or am awake enough to hopefully make sense! :p>
Amen, Baloo. I hope that you get to see your son soon, and that your ex starts being more reasonable.
Ruffian, I am so sorry about your Grandfather. I know that there are no words to make this better for you, but if you need to talk, I’m always available.
Purplebear, I’m so glad that you and your son are okay. I hope the meds help and let you have a good night’s sleep.
And if anyone has any good news, for the love of God please post it, now! I can’t speak for anyone else, but it helps me a lot to know that good things can happen to good people.
Thank you so much Catrandom and tatertot. I’m very glad that he’s okay. I will be also. I am thanking God that I insisted on getting the van <sniff, my new van!> with antilock brakes. It could have been much worse than it was, except for that.
I am taking the ‘happy’ pills, and they’re making me even more loopy than usual :p, so I’ll be back after a nap. Take care, tatertot. Hug your hubby and son close.
{{{{{{GroupHugs}}}}}} to everyone today…
I awoke at 11:00 this morning and checked my phone messages. TW called at 9:00 (while I was still dead to the world) to tell me that they weren’t going to Colorado this weekend after all. She said: “You can come pickl him up if you still want him.” As if he were some toy I wanted to borrow and not a precious little person who loves his daddy and likes to terrorize the dogs (though not continually, that last one).
I picked him up at 11:30 and I’ve got him until Sunday evening, though I’m sorely tempted to keep him an extra hour and a half so he gets the full alotted time he is entitled to.
Yesterday I finally remembered to get the tank on the gas grill filled, so tonight we’re having grilled steaks, biscuits and french fries (vegetables, too, but it’s probably canned green beans – I’ll have to go bump the shelf and see what falls off ;)).
Thanks for your support, and apparently G-d listened.
Oh. I’m actually somewhat disappointed. I have only seen two other posts by SILENT-BOB and those were smiley-only responses. I had thought he was our resident mime.
** purplebear, ** a big blast from the putzrifle at the driver who had the nerve to hurt you! I hope you’re doing better, are your legs still shaking?? Mine sure would be.
** sweet tater, ** I’m so sorry about the loss of your beloved baby. There is no emptier feeling than arms that were ready for that infant feel, to hang limp instead. You are in our prayers, sweet lady.
** Ruffian, ** I’m terribly sorry about your grandfather, words are all we have to send to one another, and they can become so inadequate, can’t they? What he gave you, lives on, and that is his wonderful legacy to you, and to those you touch in love.
** Baloo, ** being a mom, I’m continually amazed at any woman, especially, who uses her children in a way, that is bound to be painful to them, scarring them in such a manner as to be long term baggage. I’ll be praying that as she ‘softened’ (re: acted ‘normal’) towards your son, that the unselfish love you feel towards him, will be the healing you BOTH need.
And here’s to remembering why we are all here, to lend the strength that we have for others to share when they desperately need it. Nothing mundane about that, is there??
