Showing posts with label grief. Show all posts
Showing posts with label grief. Show all posts

Monday, September 15, 2025

Wednesday

 Well, Wednesday was a crushing day.  

I had thought that if Charlie Kirk would someday run for president, I was SO going to vote for him!  I loved listening to the campus conversations and knew that Robb would have loved them too.

It's been a bit of PTSD on this end.

Even though I knew that Rush Limbaugh was dying of cancer, his death, two days after Robb's, was still a compounded shock.   It was difficult enough losing Robb suddenly and then losing someone who reminded me so much of Robb and my dad in the same week. In my mind, it was as if the smartest and most common sense people in my life were gone.  Listening to Charlie was refreshing.

I stayed off FB the rest of Wednesday and part of Thursday. When I did venture back on, I was impressed by all the love but then dismayed by all the hatred.  So much evil in the world.  I guess I shouldn't be surprised.  Jesus said that we would be hated because of Him.  

I hope Robb meets up with Charlie in heaven, as there is no doubt they're both there.

My heart goes out to Charlie's widow.  I can't imagine the horror she went through, especially since she and her kids were there and the horror she continues to go through.

But I do know how she felt that first night when she turned off the lights and tried to get sleep.

Friday, August 30, 2019

An Anniversary

You need to cry hard every once in a while just to remember...  everything...



I don't intentionally and this week has been tough.  
My parents would have been celebrating their 62nd anniversary yesterday.  



I managed to watch a couple movies this week.  ok 3.  



The first one made me wonder why it was made.  I won't even tell you the name of that one, but it was a good diversion.  The other two made me sob for the last half hour of each. hard.



So I think I have a couple new favorites.  Like Father was great and I was able to see what to expect on our upcoming cruise, it reminded me vividly of Dad's hugs.  However, the language was atrocious.  How many F words CAN you fit into a movie and yet make your audience cry?...  Apparently 162 is the magic number.  



It was the hug that got me in that one.  I could feel Dad's arms around me.

I'm the baby in this one.

BUT my new absolute favorite now is About Time.  That quirky love story snuck up on me and the last half hour, I happened to be somewhere public.  SHOOT!!!  Excuse me, do you have any tissues here?  I shut it down and waited until I got home to finish it.  Good thing too!  It was ugly, ugly tears

I'm the one standing next to my brother, who happens to be at Burning Man this week.

Live each day like it's your third time through it and you're noticing every little wonderful thing God made for you.

From their 50th anniversary.


Happy Heavenly Anniversary Mom and Dad!

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