Yeah, it's my 13 year old. I am fed up. I can't figure out if it's the diabetes or it's the age. Why am I trying to figure it out? She can't do anything about either one.
Both combined are driving me insane.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Monday, August 17, 2009
A sad pause
Today we buried Kent's Grandmother's ashes. Ora was a wonderful woman. I wasn't able to go to her funeral because my daughter was in intensive care. I cried more than I really wanted to and more than anyone else.
The graveside service was wonderful. It started off sunny and then as it progressed it clouded over and threatened rain. As it finished it cleared off and got sunny.
I had a hard time when the yard manager helped fill in the grave and tamped down the dirt with his boot.
I will miss her. The last time I saw her was when Kent's uncle brought her out for coffee. She sat, a little overwhelmed and withdrawn and held my hand even as she shut out the world and shut down.
Kent says his memories are of her stabbing his hands with a fork at the dinner table when he would do something wrong.
The graveside service was wonderful. It started off sunny and then as it progressed it clouded over and threatened rain. As it finished it cleared off and got sunny.
I had a hard time when the yard manager helped fill in the grave and tamped down the dirt with his boot.
I will miss her. The last time I saw her was when Kent's uncle brought her out for coffee. She sat, a little overwhelmed and withdrawn and held my hand even as she shut out the world and shut down.
Kent says his memories are of her stabbing his hands with a fork at the dinner table when he would do something wrong.
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