Sunday, May 24, 2015

Hot Water Lemon Tea and Chocolate

A forty year friendship from grad school..
.She flew in from Miami Thursday night for the weekend and left today.
What a boost!!  How grand!!
She brought chocolate for the children and I ate it.
My mother said I could!
 We did dollar store flower pens for a Mitzvah...
 Mamacita from the Wednesday night group turns 98 in June.  Her special mug broke.
Amazon Prime to the rescue...Margaret...we will never forget you are the boss!!
 Tonight's starting coasters for the token end of school gifts...

Sometimes I say that nothing matters anymore.  That expression does not go down well with my family.
  So, I told my daughter today, that it is an early grief phase that I would move through and not to take it personally.  I told her that I would never off myself and that no one ever died from crying.
  She seemed relieved.   
 Once everyone was gone, I tackled my grief with two bowls of chocolate ice cream with chocolate sprinkles and surfed the web for fabric sales. 
 I do not really like to buy from Equilter because of their shipping prices.( although, they do give to charity)  However, I needed a bit of golf fabric for an end of school male teacher present..
.I found it on Equilter.and while I was there......well... that is all she wrote.
 In my peaceful, empty house, I napped in the sun and finished my fourth "Widow" book.
I think I will stop on the "Widow" books now...I am getting a touch of anxiety.
Everyone was gone today...Even the dog was on top of Crowder Mountain.

Shakespeare wrote, "Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak, whispers the o'er-fraught heart and bids it break."  (Macbeth, Act IV, Scene 3)

Thus, you will still be hearing from me!


Karaquilts said...

And as you continue to speak, I continue to listen and hear your heart and your courage. You have an amazing store of both heart and courage. I am so pleased for your gifts of friends and family. and how much you savor each of them.

The alone days will give you healing also, so I am glad you had a day to yourself. Blessings, dear one.

Alcea Rosea 31 said...

I love the mats. Personal gifts mean so much more.
The exhaustion of looking after your man and your grandchildren has left your health very vulnerable. Please take care of you.

IHaveANotion ~ Kelly Jackson said...

Keep sharing your grief and know it is a process that is yours and yours alone without any time tables.

Recently I was shocked and surprised to find out visiting the brother of my recently passed girlfriend has lifted my grief tremendously. Here I thought I would cry myself into eternity....we never know.


smazoochie said...

Hearts are fragile but resilient and measured, not by how much they love, but how much they are loved by others.
Your aching heart is so very, very loved -- by those here & not here.

Debby said...

It's OK to cry, it's OK to feel lost, It's OK to have some fabric therapy. Just remember it's also OK to smile and laugh!!!! I bet your sweet man is looking down from Heaven waiting to see your smile