This is the archive of my stumble through grief and its many shades of heartache. The infamous on/off boyfriend, lifelong best friend, and fiance in the very end - left me behind broken but enriched. If you're suffering through a loss, I hope you can find time here and there to read this, and learn that whatever you're feeling, you're supposed to be feeling it. And whatever you're doing, you're doing it right. In his trademark signoff...
Smile,
Kirsten
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
That stupid-ass number 7
...stared at me from my calendar all day long. Don't know why a 2 month mark matters.
I have a bad number too. Mine is ... Remember, Remember the 5th of November. It's a sucky, SUCKY day for me and I'm looking at anniversary number 1 in less than a month. I'm sorry you have an ugly number too.
I'm sorry you have to see the dates and have that memory, over and over. I hope there is something you can do on those days to make it a little less painful. My thoughts are with you.
The number 7 is a bad one for me too. Sept. 7 is when my dad died. I don't think you will ever forget that date. So I have been catching up on your blog for the last hour...seriously. Now my eyes are swollen and red and my nose won't stop running. My heart still breaks for you! I must say that I found myself smiling when you were reminiscing about the goold 'ole Raintree days. I don't remember Jed answering Missy like that, but I am not surprised. It got me laughing. I am glad that you can continue to find little reminders...like the word book and video on your phone. I know that he still loves you too!
I have a bad number too. Mine is ... Remember, Remember the 5th of November. It's a sucky, SUCKY day for me and I'm looking at anniversary number 1 in less than a month. I'm sorry you have an ugly number too.
ReplyDeleteNo wonder . . . sorry my mind was so jumbled with stupid stuff that I didn't realize why there was such a sad look on your face today.
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry you have to see the dates and have that memory, over and over. I hope there is something you can do on those days to make it a little less painful. My thoughts are with you.
ReplyDeleteThe number 7 is a bad one for me too. Sept. 7 is when my dad died. I don't think you will ever forget that date. So I have been catching up on your blog for the last hour...seriously. Now my eyes are swollen and red and my nose won't stop running. My heart still breaks for you! I must say that I found myself smiling when you were reminiscing about the goold 'ole Raintree days. I don't remember Jed answering Missy like that, but I am not surprised. It got me laughing. I am glad that you can continue to find little reminders...like the word book and video on your phone. I know that he still loves you too!
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