My hubby Joe has been home since Friday doing some DIY work. Because he has been spending so much time in the house he has been re-aquainted with the unpredictability of my day to day activities. He has dealt with my illnesses along with me since 2001, and has been there through everything. He understands that my energy level can change quickly. He understands that I cannot leave the house if my Crohn’s monsters are visiting. He understand that I might spend the morning sleeping, and then still need to rest in the afternoon. He understands that my pain levels can be minimal for days and then be doubled over with cramping and spasms with no warning. He knows that planning something doesn’t mean it will really happen.
Today I am totally exhausted. I changed the sheets on the bed and it knocked me out. I am pissed at my body today.
My Mother passed away three years ago today. A repost of an oldie in memory of her.
A year ago today I lost my oldest and dearest Friend. My Friend was always there for me…57 years and 31 days…always within reach and available.
While growing up, my Friend was my greatest cheerleader.
My Friend taught me about life, love, acceptance, empathy, loyalty and persistence.
My Friend and I could talk about anything, and my Friend always gave the best advice…most of the time.
My Friend taught me to love reading, how to understand baseball, how to make my own clothes, how to sooth a two-year old with a fever, how to frost a cake, and how to make deviled eggs.
I miss my Friend more than I could have ever imagined. I still go to pick up the phone to share some exciting news or gossip with my Friend, and then I remember that my Friend…..is gone
My oldest and dearest Friend was my Mother. She took a piece of my heart when she left, but left so much here for me to cherish and remember.
She was there when I entered this world.
I was there when she left this world.
This is the way life goes. I wish life was easier.