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Sunday, February 27, 2022

The Honor of a Birthday...

 Today you are 29.  29 years today that I became a mother, and 5 years 5 months and 27 days since you were taken away.  Each year we try to think of ways that we can honor your birth and birthday, and each year it seems we are left struggling through the day, just missing you fiercely!

There is no cake and candles, or dinner and drinks.  That seems to be such a celebration of what we are missing and we are not able to do that yet.

This year I had a grand plan!  I would honor you with your favorite sport!  Hockey!  Pond Hockey to be exact!  It was all a go - 22 rinks, 120+ teams, and more cars that we could possibly park!  Busy for days!

  Your brother and all your friends were to be there playing and enjoying the day with us - remembering and helping to get us through, and of course trying to win an Ulu!


Everything was in place and then this happened.....

Yes - this is the lake that Pond Hockey was supposed to happen on.  Yes!  That is 6+ inches of water!  No children were harmed in getting these pictures! He is just terribly Alaskan!

The vehicle in this photo belongs to Burkeshore Marina where the event was to be held!  Our hockey team was supposed to park cars on the lake that this rig is drowning in!

Below is the side of the house with about 8" of new snow on it and it is falling off the roof in this warm spell and making your dog crazy!  The weight of the snow on the lake has caused "overflow" and is part of what is making the lakes fall apart.  

And so....Pond Hockey was postponed for three weeks in the hopes that Mother Nature will give us a good cold spell and the water will freeze and the hockey rinks can be cleaned up!  
Reed is working out of town, since no hockey.

Yesterday, to keep busy, and because the computer was doing a goofy update, I went and helped out at basketball!  It wasn't even hockey vs. basketball - it was just basketball!  Funny thing is that the other team has a kid on there who looks just like Reedo!  Walks like him too - although you cant see it in the picture!  I laughed so hard about it - No skate Reedo!  It was a fun time!

No skate Reed - aka Ben from Sitka!

So here I am today - struggling my way through another of your birthdays without a plan B.  It is usually hard enough to have a Plan A for these days.  Days where you are so, so present here but so so far away and untouchable!  Days when the pain feels like it is sitting on my chest again waiting to make itself known with a meltdown in the middle of the day, and when every song is the song of the day.

So I am winging it - and decided to try to get into the greenhouse while the sun is shining and I wait for the day to end.  Nana did a check in with me - she always remembers the hard days, the excruciating, ass-whooping days that make me want to leave this place, run fast and far, or just leave the planet all together, because I can't bear not having you here.

I started with this!  Two feet of wet heavy snow and ice!
Unbelievable amounts of snow with water underneath!

Snow shovel buried past the blade even!

Had to dig that out first!

Snowpocaplypse lives!  I will not be able to get through this amount of snow and ice!  I will be happy to get my greenhouse door open!

Good start!

Im in the door!  Slush keeps running back towards the door though and keeping it a hot (actually cold) mess!

Now we're almost home.  Door can open far enough to get stuff in and out, and for me to be able to start getting planting stuff ready to go.  I am so ready for spring.

I had to put part of the rain gutter so the water goes away from the building already!  I usually don't have to use this except in the fall when the hunting rains come.  There is at least three inches of water under this snow in this part of the yard.  

I don't know if this really honors your birthday, but I do know that it kept me busy doing something useful that did not include sitting all day watching t.v. or laying in bed for the whole day - still like a vegetable and crying with loss and missing you.  That is better than I have done for the past 5 birthdays we have lived through and I have made it to 5:00 pm.  


I will also be doing some quilty things in the sewing room today.  I honor you with this because I am quilting for some of your friends who will be having their own babies soon.  Which also makes me happy and terribly sad for what I should get to see you doing.  The "grand dog" does not fill that hole.  He misses you too.

We will try again next year to "honor" your birth somehow - hopefully with a back up plan in place!  Missing your love and light, and your presence here with us.

Blessed be.....always.







 

Monday, February 21, 2022

The important things.....

I have been following Holly Butchers "Note before I die..." blog sporadically since Rye passed on.  I first saw her posting just a few months after my son passed and I bawled my eyes out because every single thing she says is true.  I also wept because my son did not get the opportunity to do most of the things on the list - or at least not enough of them. He also never had to imagine that he would need a list like this.  I weep today because she has passed on - this wise and wonderful young woman whose life touched ours in likeness and who was taken much too soon.  She should not have had to have a list.

This picture was taken in Hawaii - he was travelling.  This is not his dog however, dogs loved him and he loved dogs so if one approached him he would love on it.  No matter what kind.  His dog misses him.

The last post for Holly Butcher has been removed, Im sure so her family can have some peace - or maybe because they can't get things in her inter-world to work the way they need to.  In her post she really allowed me to understand how and why I am changed, yet still chained. I DO still have to live on - here in this place with pain and sorrow - but also filled with joy and awesomeness.

My Mother In Law passed away on December 28, 2017.  Three days after Christmas/Yuletide.  We had a wonderful trip with her to Las Vegas in November where she got to see her grandson play hockey, visit other family members, and see and do new things.  We all did!

I learned how to do modified poses for my morning yoga walk because the sidewalks were so hot.  We saw the Hoover Dam.  The weird water people tried to figure out why the water level in the dam is so low - its a giant drought there - and we took pictures with one foot in Arizona and one foot in Nevada.  Reed was there technically for work with the hockey, but we also had fun and did things.  It is the first trip that I actually remember since Rye passed.  We enjoyed it even through our pain.


This is Reed, Granny and her twin sister Wilda at Hoover Dam.


This is what most of our pictures look like above.


I really thought I would like most of them to look like this one above.


But it doesnt matter - we know who all of those people are - they are OUR people.  They are having fun and learning new things and connecting with each other.  In her post Holly Butcher says " I just want people to stop worrying so much about the small, meaningless stresses in life and try to remember that we all have the same fate after it all so do what you can to make your time feel worthy and great, minus the bullshit."


I try to do that - most of the time I am successful, but sometimes I fall back on the habits of fear and doubt, or of grief and sadness of our losses.  I think it is OK to do that.  It is how I am "feeling" and we have to "feel our feelings" or we never deal with them.  Sometimes we do have to curl up in a ball and shut out the world because our feelings are too hard or we are too tired from being livers of life to deal with them right at the moment.  Doesn't mean we wont be ok.

We are rolling right up on Reeds graduation date - we just had a milestone birthday - his 18th. HE celebrated it by helping Team Alaska win a Bronze Ulu in the Arctic Winter Games in Slave Lake Canada!  Travelling, playing hockey, making friends and living.  



I hear folks all over the place barking, harping, and punishing their kids for bad grades.  I DO work in a school as one of my jobs so I hear it more than most maybe - but I notice it a lot - as if the child's future worth and current value is based on a set of numbers given to him by people who may or may not like him much less LOVE him.  As though his right to actually LIVE might depend on those grades and numbers.

Stop the bus.

Rye had a 3.85 grade point average when he graduated from High School.  How much do you think that matters now?  Not one bit.  People ask when he graduated, when he died, when he worked at such and such.  No one has EVER asked what his grade point average was.

Im not saying that learning isn't important or education - Im just saying that we (as parents) need to be more interested in our child's actual growth in life and skills for life- as a long term liver of life - than in how someone who does not necessarily even really know our child judges them to be growing. Happy and Healthy is the goal for us.



Teach your children to do good deeds, to be kind, to want to make the world better and you have to show them what that looks like. Heck!  Teach them to fish - I thank the men who taught mine to love fishing!  

Help them know how to connect with people and not with a cell phone.  We will have to help with homework sometimes too.  Show them how to do things, volunteer at a shelter for people or animals, help with fundraising for school supplies.  If you haven't been in a school lately you are out of the loop. Our teachers have sometimes 40 kids they are trying to get to the finish line so to speak, and all of them are at various levels of maturity and growth.  They cannot do what needs to be done to make our children well rounded.  They try hard though!  Relax - let that one or two bad grades go - they can start tomorrow to fix that.   They are learning to communicate when they have to talk to that teacher about that grade and to problem solve.  Even if the grade can't be changed.  Life skills.  

I know it is hard - and I am not good at not barking about getting homework done either - I get it!  I know he has to do the homework to graduate, but if something should happen and he doesn't, he will still be here with us - a liver of life, a do-er of good deeds, a man who is good and kind - and can hopefully wash his own socks!  

Be blessed in your journey of life!


Sunday, February 6, 2022

Down with the Sickness - and feeling the Love!

 This past week (few weeks actually) have been a little rough!  I have had some stressors and some issues and no matter how hard I tried to raise my vibe I could not get outta my head most of the time!  I have had a couple of holidays to survive - we did ok at that this year - but also a couple of funerals of the non-covid type as well.  It never matters how it happened - funerals take my breath away and cut me feet from under me.  Especially the music.  Computer death, snowpocalypse, masked again at school, and then not!  On and on it seemed to go.  For us it is also F'ing February, when we have Rye's birthday to survive.  We march... regular life stuff but... we march....

The beginning of Snowpocalypse - early January 2022.

I have been working to lose some weight and I had joined a competition at work even as a weight loss challenge.  My Fitbit keeps track of my steps and my sleep, and I can track my food and water intake as well.  Fitbit gives me the ability to earn some extra points as well when I do "in app challenges".  

One of the other challenges I have entered is the "sleep challenge".  I would get 25 points a week if I sleep for 7.25 hours a night average each four times a week.  Sounds easy right?  Not so fast!  My average so far has been 5 hours and 10 minutes per night!  A few weeks of only 4 hours.  That whole "outta my head" thing has got me down in the sleep department.  It has been that way since before Christmas!  I have had only two nights of 7 hours of sleep since before Christmas.  Not gonna win that one....

One of the things that happens when I don't get enough sleep is.....sickness!  This week I fell off the wellness wagon and down a rabbit hole of flu.  Not Covid!  I have been tested three times and they have all - obviously - been negative.  Two home tests and one away test.  So I just have the regular flu that makes me feel like I have been hit by a truck and my joints are coming apart! Feeling feverish without having a fever... all of the things that make you think you have Covid - I still have my smell and taste though too.  So just some other crappy flu!  My steps have been greatly reduced between the crud and the Snowpocalypse, so.... probably not gonna win that one either! lol or cry!

A beautiful sunset between storms!

I have missed three days of work with this crud, and I touched base with my mom yesterday to check in and when I told her about what I go going on she said "How about a chicken pot pie for dinner tomorrow?"  Who am I to say no?  After all - my  folks make the best pot pie ever including the crust!

I didn't want them to try to come in though as I don't know what I have and I don't want them to have it! So mom said - "we'll do a door drop"!  Perfect!

So they came through the storm, wind and snow that was our weather - again - today!  Brix the dog howled at the door when mom took the plastic bag of books off of the door handle, and set the box of dinner down!  I didn't dare open the door or he would have shoved me aside, stepped on the dinner, and tried to go home with them!  Or knocked one of us down the stairs!

He seems all docile - but as soon as someone comes down the driveaway - its ON! 

After the folks got back out of the driveway and on their way, I cautiously opened the door with a still barking Brix trying to push his way out the door around me.  I was able to steer him around the box and bag of treats that they had left on the porch and he lit out down the stairs and driveway thinking he was going to catch those guys!  

What a pretty package was left at our door!  This was after I brought it in before Brix could investigate!

Isnt it beautiful!?!

While he was looking for where they might have gone I rescued the box and bag into the house!  Such a beautiful care package my folks put together!  I am feeling the love.  She had asked if I wanted it cooked or not and I said "not" since its a great way to warm up the house a little more during the cooking process and I wasn't sure when we would want to eat either.

Not just a potpie, but a whole entire meal for us and enough that we could have leftovers too!  What a relief that I don't have to cook for a few days and Hubby doesn't either!  Love!


The package even included dessert from House of Bread - a local bakery and cafe making lovely delights!

Lemon Bar and Brownie!  Love!

The whole meal was delicious and I felt better immediately - might have been the pie, but I think it was also the Love!

May your troubles be few, but if they are many - may you have people who help you feel the love every day!  Blessed Be!