This blog is supposed to be a venting place for me, a release of some kind even if no one will ever read it. (I wish people would comment more so I could actually know if someone was reading it)
On Friday, my friend Susan opened up her brand new store in a new location. Before my father had the stroke I was counting the days to venture out and experience The New Black Eyed Susan. Ever since it happened I have been consumed and have retreated. I decided on Friday that I needed to get away by myself. (and not for food shopping Yuk!) I had received a reminder that the store had its grand opening.
I had a card for my friend and I decided that I would go.
My friend Susan lost her mother last week. The day after my father's memorial she received a phone call that her mother had fallen and probably had suffered a stroke. She told me on Friday that her and her sister Denise were planning to visit me on Sunday and bring me and my family dinner since they had missed the memorial due to the store's opening. To their surprise, their dear mother suffered a stroke and passed a few days later with her family by her bedside.
Susan's daughter Michelle wrote the most beautiful blog and blogged about the funeral and her precious grandmother. (I hope Susan, Denise nor Michelle mind that I am including this) I was moved and had my mother read it as well. (If anyone is interested, I have Michelle's blog on my list of Blogs that I follow titled chez moi, just click and read. You will be moved.)
As I was reading her blog I felt sad that I hadn't done the same for my father's memorial. You see anyone who knows me well, knows that I am not ever too far from my trusted friend, my camera.
There isn't any event that is important to me that I don't have it right by my side documenting with my digital companion.
Truthfully, I couldn't handle Saturday. I couldn't handle the last month and a half. I can't even handle writing this well.
This is too close to write about. I guess since Michelle was the granddaughter, she could document for her mother from a view that her mother would never be able to take. Too painful. That is why I couldn't. Thinking about it I asked one of my cousins if anyone had taken any photos. I had so many lovely flowers and beautiful cards and more flowers and did I say more flowers. Unfortunately there were not many but I did get a photo of the table I had prepared with my dad's things.
I wish I had taken more photos of the flowers and all the cards. It was truly overwhelming.
Did I say food too? Lets just say I am in no hurry to see any more cakes or hero trays.
Thank you God for him. He is helping me heal. Maybe I can help him too.