Sorry you are feeling so blue. I'm sending happy thoughts your way. Don't you have any friends or family that can take Gremlin for a few hours one afternoon so you can have some quiet time? I bet it would do you some good.
I truly miss your dad Maiden. His unique outlook on life was inspiring sometimes. He was a very special man. Bless your husband and family in the military. Thank you for lending your "rough men" to service. I am sorry I don't say that often enough.
God bless our troops and keep them safe for as long as they are in harms way. Stay safe this weekend Maiden, doing whatever you need to do.
I wish we could comfort each other or be miserable together.
I get it. Before I came here I left a lame note in his last post comments, while I poured out tears and buckets of snot. I was driven to something, anything.
I haven't been "there" yet and I need/want to visit, but it's so hard.
Today marks nine months as well.
Don't be too hard on yourself. Grimlin will be fine. She needs to know that all of your emotions are okay and you will still be there loving her when the crying stops, however tired/overwhelmed you may be.
Plus, you're on the hormone rodeo, giddy-up, etc. etc. etc. You have a lot of reasons for being human, besides being human!
Love...
Best wishes and prayers on the way.
I can't imagine loosing a parent. I have friends who've died and just knowing I'll never see them again makes the world just a bit more dreary.
I can't imagine loosing a parent, nor do I want to.
But enough of being meloncholy, just make the best out of this week. Day by day, hour by hour, or minute by minute. Just break it down to what ever sized chunks you need to to manage it.
But like the ad says "Just do it".
Thanks, Kim. I felt better just writing it out. There's maybe one person I would feel comfortable asking for help with Gremlin, but she's out of town.
This is my rhythm: Life seems really shitty. I freak out. I write about it. You read about it. I get over it. Life goes on. I'm fairly resilient. You just get to witness the process.
Susan, thank you again. Don't beat yourself up. We get good benefits, at least.
Kat, we'll be 'there' with you. And I can bring a bottle of something strong if our company's not enough. Like.... Yoo-hoo, or Strawberry Quick...
AJW, nothing like a sports slogan to pep a girl up. I tease.
Baby Marine gets to have his heart torn way too often. How many would have that strength? Transmit my best to him, please.
I am in the huge crowd who also misses your dad terribly. Trying to explain the deep affection for someone never met in person ...I don't think I can. But, it's there.
Hugs to every one of you.
The emptiness will never go away but I hope the pain lessens as time goes on.
Hoping the time for your hub's return goes quickly.
Thank you, Jean. I'll send the love his way.
I want to call Baby Marine often, but it's just not my place. I hope you hugged him from all of us.
And you, I wish I could hug you and invade your personal bubble against your will too.
Was it ok? I don't think it was ok. :(
Your dad has been on my mind a lot lately, too. Maybe he's haunting us. Like Jean said, it's hard to imagine that a person I never met could leave such a void in my heart -- so I can't imagine the void he left in yours.
I'm glad that you can write about your tough times, because you do it so well! It's a pleasure to read about your pain. Wait, that didn't come out right...
Love to and prayers for you all.
Sparrow, you sadist!
Alas... I did not make the drive. I loaded up the car and got Gremlin all ready and when it came to crunch time I realized I would be an idiot to make a trip when I was feeling so exausted. So I took the risk of disappointing family and stayed home.
Dad would've understood anyways. He was never one for letting other people make a big deal out of something on his behalf. I'd like to think that if he was around he would've told me to keep my pregnant ass at home, and why hasn't Husband bought me a servant yet? Doesn't he love me?
LL, I'll pass on the hugs when he comes up here next month for Betta Gremlin's arrival. I've had to accept the fact that I'm not going ANYwhere for a bit. And invade! Do it!
It's no fun if it isn't against your will, you know, like that rape fantasy that some women have and then the guy plays along but they both know it's just fake. Better to walk down a dark alley near a fraternity that's known for hot guys and athletes.
Oh... then I meant... No! Don't invade! Stop you savage! No-yes-no!
Got a lite?
Maiden,
I have a good friend that wrestles with the loss of her Dad, too. Keep writing and telling others what is going on inside you. You'll get better with time--just don't bottle stuff up. Take care of your self and your munchkins.
Know that there are folks out here that you have never met that love you.
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