tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29907499881880045542024-03-04T21:43:16.503-08:00Debi Rooney's Ultimate JourneyA journey through loss and sadness and eventually coming out on the other side with hope and triumph!Debihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632noreply@blogger.comBlogger75125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-14360973626098933952013-03-24T17:37:00.002-07:002013-03-24T17:37:48.188-07:00The "Mean Season"<!--StartFragment-->
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">I’ve named it………...it’s the “mean season”. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">It starts November 17</span><sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">th,</span></sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> Patrick’s Birthday, and doesn’t end
until January 11</span><sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">th</span></sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">, the anniversary of the accident. In between come
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Thanksgiving was always fun and as I look back, I realize
how much of a help my men were when it came time to prepare for the traditional
meal. We were always blessed to be joined by much family and friends and the
memories I hold now are forever etched in my mind. Christmas was a great time
too! I took great delight decorating our home and loved the oohs and aahs that
came when it was complete. Bill, (reluctantly at first) eventually became
immersed in the magic and wonder of the season even adding each year to our
collection of decorations himself.
Then would come our trip to the mountains for New Years. Sometimes we
wound up in local mountains while other times we made it to Steamboat Springs.
Family members would inevitably join us to put together puzzles, play charades
and gather by the fire to ring in the New Year. Now, it’s Will’s birthday on
the 31</span><sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">st</span></sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> and Bill and Patrick’s absence adds the bitter to the
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">With each year that’s passed since the accident there has been a time when the skies seemed grayer and I’ve felt heaviness on my
shoulders that won’t go away. As hard as I try to shake it, it just won’t
budge. Giving it a name gives it credibility. No, I’m not going crazy! It’s
something to reckon with. It forces me to look at it directly and face it even
though it’s ugly. Will the “mean season” ever disappear? I doubt it. Maybe the
skies will be less gray. Maybe the heaviness that I feel will become lighter.
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Debihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-49921274549417995852012-07-24T21:44:00.000-07:002012-07-24T21:44:40.908-07:00lapsI swam laps in the pool early this evening.........hard laps. Angry laps, then sad laps. It all ended in tears. At least I got some exercise!<br />
Lately, days with Patrick's children end in tears because I'm really sad and angry that he's missing them. He's missing the delight that I'm experiencing with his children. It's getting to me. Patrick couldn't believe that he was having a girl and today, with Reese, all I could think of is Patrick laughing while her and I paint each others finger nails. She would say the darndest girl things and I wish that I could share it with Patrick. She loves to sing and dance and Patrick would be saying, "oh my gosh, can you believe her?"<br />
The whole time that I swam, Patrick's dog, Duke, was barking and whining, even jumping in the pool at times trying to save me, it seemed. When I finished and was sitting on a patio chair in tears Duke seemed to put his head in my lap to console me saying, "it's okay." As I sat there in a heap, I noticed two birds fly low over the pool together chirping in delight. I was reminded that Bill and Patrick are in heaven rejoicing, having a great time, enjoying the presence of the Lord. "Don't be so sad" the birds seemed to say.<br />
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<br />Debihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-71378946019871943422012-06-27T21:51:00.001-07:002012-06-27T21:51:40.067-07:00Missing themI just miss them. All of them. Bill, Patrick, my Dad, my grandparents, Uncle Dan, Jeff Baker, Aunt Marilyn, Maryann Shappi, Princess Dianna, Tim Russert and so many more. Death is a part of life. We will all die eventually, some sooner than others. I guess that's what I'm coming to grips with.<br />
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We can all have that assurance when we die. Thank you Lord! It doesn't take much. Just repeat after me: "Lord, I want to know you in an intimate way! Please come into my life, I want to know you for myself. I'm a sinner and I've done wrong and I'm unable to save myself. I believe that Jesus died on the cross to take away my sins and He rose from the dead to give me eternal life. I accept the sacrifice that He made for me and want Him to take control of my life. AMEN"Debihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-67873020305485822892012-06-12T21:43:00.003-07:002012-06-12T21:50:46.420-07:00Father's Day<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">
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A new grandchild (Monroe) was born to my second son and his wife......</div>
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He's deserving of a magnificent first Father's Day! She's glorious! </div>
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I'm incredibly conflicted! Life can be so bittersweet!</div>
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<i><b><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">but instead lets you find your own way,</span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">even though his heart breaks in silence</span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> when you hurt.</span></b></i></div>
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<i><b><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">scolds you when you break the rules,</span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">shines with pride when you succeed,</span></b></i><br />
<i><b><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">and has faith in you even when you fail...</span></b></i></div>
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<i> Sean with brand new daughter Monroe</i></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></i></h2>Debihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-4369054368505790872012-05-20T18:48:00.000-07:002012-05-20T18:48:31.746-07:00The Circle of LifeI take things in much deeper now that I've experienced the loss of my husband and son. My joys are so much greater but my suffering seems more excruciating. My heart bleeds for others like never before and the pain that others are going through touches me deeply. I guess that's the way God intended it.<br />
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My third grandchild was born at the end of April and what a marvel it was to experience her coming into the world. She's absolutely beautiful (if I do say so myself!) and her Mommy and Daddy are proving to be champions at parenting. Not only that, I've witnessed the bond they've strengthened through the birth of their first child and it's inspiring! It leaves me with sweet hope! Hope for a new generation.......<br />
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Then comes the other part, My Dad passed away right afterward, way sooner than expected. He was my biggest fan and I'm not sure how I'm going to get along without him.The unconditional love for his children and grandchildren that he learned from his Mom is what I strive for today. He always saw the glass half full but when Bill and Patrick died he was deeply affected. I'm comforted by the fact that he's in heaven enjoying Jesus with them both now! Praise God!<br />
Whenever he left a message it went like this: "Darling Daughter Debi, this is your Dear Ole Dad." I'm really going to miss that!<br />
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<span id="goog_1853543088"></span><span id="goog_1853543089"></span>Debihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-83211618522856322952012-03-27T20:43:00.000-07:002012-03-27T20:43:45.679-07:00I Just Realized That Today Would've Been Our 30th Wedding Anniversary!I knew it was our wedding anniversary today but I didn't realize that it would've been our 30th. That hurts! It makes me sad! Why does it change when I understand the significance? I'm not sure, but it does.<br />
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Bill and I had a great marriage full of love, friendship, and understanding. I loved him so much. He was my focus each day and what I looked forward to each night. I felt so lucky. I had no regrets!<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Such a sweet song........try to get past the Billy Idol part!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span id="goog_1243027806"></span><span id="goog_1243027807"></span><a href="http://www.blogger.com/"></a></div>Debihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-57459925907674494912012-01-08T11:47:00.000-08:002012-01-08T11:47:30.576-08:00Story QuiltsChristmas has proved to be a difficult time without Bill and Patrick here to help celebrate it anymore. There was something different about this year however and I think I know one of the reasons why. There was a special gift given to Sean and Colin. Little did I realize that these special gifts given <i>FROM</i> me would actually feel like a gift <i>TO</i> me!<br />
A very talented seamstress in Washington made beautiful quilts out of Bill's clothing telling stories that captured wonderful memories of my sons with their father and older brother. Tears were shed as each quilt was opened and then marveled at. Tears turned to smiles as each event was relived. We laughed! Then a sense of healing takes place as we remember all of the great times that we had. I'm convinced that these quilts hold in them an almost magical quality of peace and comfort.<br />
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Heart of my heart,<br />
Your smile bridges the years between us--<br />
I am young again discovering the world<br />
through your eyes.<br />
You have the time to listen<br />
And I have the time to spend.<br />
Delighted to gaze at familiar,<br />
loved features, made new in you again.<br />
Through you, I'll see the future<br />
Through me, you'll know the past<br />
In the present we'll love one another<br />
As long as these moments last.<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Reesie loves Gigi's glasses</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"> Will is precious </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><o:p>And a new one on the way! Yay! </o:p></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><o:p>I only wish that Grandpa Airplane was here to share it with me.</o:p></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><o:p>The miracle of life brings sanity to mine and a new perspective of hope! xoxo</o:p></i></span></div><!--EndFragment-->Debihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-86123644656577721492011-09-17T13:17:00.000-07:002011-09-17T13:17:45.548-07:00I want my perfect life back!I want my perfect life back again.........the life that felt so complete!<br />
The life that I had that was full of laughter. The tears I cried were for others not for me.<br />
I want my life back that was full of music that made me smile instead of cry. <br />
I want the life again that was focused on raising a family and supporting my husband in all that he did, not this one where all of the responsibility lies with me. I want my simple life again and not this one that feels like I have the weight of the world on my shoulders.<br />
I want my life back again where each day I looked forward to my husband coming home from work just like in the old TV shows.<br />
I want the life back again that relished when my son stopped over and hopped up on the kitchen counter to share with me what was going on in his life.<br />
I want my life back where I looked forward to being Grandma & Grandpa to grandchildren together not by myself.<br />
I want the life again that cherished the words that I heard from my Daughter-in-Law, "I love my life!"<br />
I want a life again that could not comprehend the loss of a child let alone my own.<br />
I want my life back again that never felt lonely, the one that had so much future, the one that felt so full.<br />
I want to have my life back again where at the end of the day I could find comfort and security in the arms of my husband!<br />
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Two Christmases before the accident Bill surprised me with my hot little convertible sports car. At some point during our family gift opening I was told to go outside to the garage. I knew something was up but little did I know what! <br />
Then............there she was with one of those big red bows just like the commercial! Oh my goodness! I was so excited and I felt so special! Bill had truly outdone himself!<br />
So as I was driving back home from San Diego today with the top down, I smiled to myself as I thought of that past Christmas when my wonderful and generous husband made me feel special to him. Oh ya, it's good to smile!<br />
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Debihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-90779373610495465952011-06-28T22:17:00.000-07:002011-06-28T22:17:58.480-07:00The day I've dreadedThe final report from the NTSB was published today and I thought I'd be able to handle it. I've heard it all before after all. There's only one problem.........this report is final! I just have to tell myself that Bill would never take a chance. He just wasn't like that. He would never disregard his family or the family of his son. NEVER!!!!!<br />
I hate going back to that day and wondering if they knew what was happening upon take off. Was there any time? Were they scared? Oh my goodness......did they feel any pain?<br />
Lord, please wrap me in your blanket of mercy and comfort!<br />
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<i>But I will sing of your strength, in the morning I will sing of your love; for you are my fortress, my refuge in times of trouble. Psalm 59:16 </i><br />
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</s></u></div><div>A roller coaster of emotion, I mean.</div><div>One day I feel as though I'm kinda back to normal and then I fall back into the deep pit of despair. One day I say to myself, "I will have happiness again" and then all I can think about is the broken dream. Some mornings I wake up feeling strong enough to make it through the day while other days I still have to ask the Lord to carry me to the end of it. There are times when I snicker to myself, "I get to watch whatever I want on TV tonight" or "I don't have to make dinner tonight!" But really I'd give anything to watch a movie again with my husband after making his favorite meal! I was sick recently and felt so lonely not having Bill there to take care of me. I've never been fond of roller coasters and I don't like this new life!</div>Debihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-82110071503720539192011-05-15T17:40:00.000-07:002011-05-15T17:40:14.037-07:00Mother's Day<div style="color: purple;"><i>Every act of evil extracts a tear from God, </i></div><div style="color: purple;"><i>every plunge into anguish extracts a sob from God. </i></div><i style="color: purple;">Nicholas Wolterstorff, Lament For A Son </i><br />
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When Mother's Day comes I can't help but think about Patrick and how much I miss him. Unless one has experienced the pain of losing a child (even an adult child) it's hard to understand the depth of the hurt. When Patrick died, a part of me died with him. I'm not the same person and I never will be that person again. These pictures take me back to sweet, happy times as a Mother.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pepperdine University Graduation 2011</td></tr>
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Bill would have turned 57 this past Saturday. Instead of sadness that he's not here anymore to celebrate, we experienced great joy and happiness because Colin graduated from college. We're so proud! Bill would've been so proud too and felt it the perfect gift! Having Will along with us somehow felt connected to Patrick who also graduated from Pepperdine University. He would have been proud of his baby brother for sure! It was a windy but beautiful day and Will behaved wonderfully! It's hard enough for an adult to pay attention to some of the speeches let alone a three year old! Huge accomplishment Colin. Way to go!Debihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-76718763335175890472011-03-27T20:17:00.000-07:002011-03-27T20:17:12.628-07:00Wedding Anniversary!Today would've been our 29th wedding anniversary.....WOW! I know we would've made it too. Our commitment to each other was true to the core! The song I've posted has a crazy video but I'm so sure that the tune would've been one that Bill and I would get a kick out of.<br />
Don't take each other for granted. Love each other forever from the bottom of your hearts! Live a life of no regrets........OK Please?<br />
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A change of your mind can be a good or bad thing, it just depends. A policy change can be something for the better but I don't really like most of the policy change being made in our country today. The change in wind direction can mean a storm is on the way or the Santa Ana winds are coming.<br />
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I don't like rule changes in the middle of the game. It's hard to adjust to an address change (well, maybe not if it's to the Italian countryside!) What I don't like is life change! I know that it's inevitable and it can be a healthy thing. I'm just not ready for it. I also know that this is my problem and no one else's. It's just hard! I'd like to be able to embrace it and hopefully someday I will.<br />
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<i style="color: purple;">"God grant me the Serenity to accept the things that I cannot change, the Courage to change the things I can and the Wisdom to know the difference."</i><br />
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I love Christmas and everything that it represents and I always have. When it's over, I'm really bummed. So when January arrives and I have to clean and pack up all of the decorations that I love to put out, I get a little bit sad. No.....I get really sad!<br />
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Then New Years brings resolutions and resolutions reminds me of the ones that I broke last year. I can't help but be a little disappointed in myself. I didn't lose the weight, I didn't spend time on my creative side and I didn't get organized after all! YUCK!<br />
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Then on top of it all, it's my birthday! DOUBLE YUCK!! Who likes getting older? Not me! Older brings new wrinkles, an expanded waistline, a slower step and more aches and pains. It's just a reminder that I'm closer to the end. Boy! I really sound depressing!<br />
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It doesn't help that the accident happened in January either. I'm sure that <i>that</i> in itself magnifies my sadness. A new year starts and I should feel hopeful but I just don't. So now it's February and my "Valentine" is gone and I need to muster up the effort to smile. I pray to find meaning in what seems meaningless and hope in what seems hopeless. The Lord promises me that He's with me and believe me, I wouldn't have made it this far if He wasn't.<br />
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<i>"....but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint" Isaiah 40:31</i><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Steamboat in January 2011<i><br />
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Would you bring my Husband and Son back this Christmas as my gift? It's all I want and I've been a very good girl! I've been brave and put a smile on my face even when I didn't feel like it. I've kept putting one foot in front of the other with God's help even when my legs wouldn't move. My strength is gone and my smile wanes. I'm just not the same girl that I used to be. If I could only see them again to give them a hug and tell them how much I love them I'd be so happy. Christmas would be perfect if you'd only give me the gift that I'm asking for. PLEASE!<br />
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Love,<br />
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After a recent church sermon preparing us for the Thanksgiving holiday I was reminded that in<br />
I Thessalonians 5:18 we are called to: "Give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus." Hmmmm, all circumstances? Yep.......all circumstances! Even when I've lost my husband and son in an airplane crash? Even when I feel that my world has come crashing down? Even when my tears won't stop flowing? How about when I see Patrick's children without their earthly Father who loved them so much? Yep........even then!<br />
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What does that look like in real life? I can't say that I know for sure. I'm trusting that if God said it then it's true and it's possible and I'll keep holding on to it. I'll try a new perspective when I can. Being thankful puts my focus in the right place. I'm not sick. I get up each morning maybe a little more slowly but I get up. I have a beautiful home with family and friends to love. I have food on my table with more overflowing. I have clothes to wear and a church to go to and I can express myself in a free country. I have MUCH to be thankful for!!<br />
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Colin Rooney, Bobby Sole, Sean Rooney, Bryan Johnston</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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Life is a gift! Live in thankfulness for that gift!<br />
Have a blessed Thanksgiving!<br />
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XOXODebihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-48186545713588954242010-11-07T19:01:00.000-08:002010-11-07T19:01:24.143-08:00Wow! It's already November.I haven't posted for awhile and I can really feel it. There are things that I need to get off of my chest! When I get up in the morning and look outside at the new day I can hardly believe that Bill and Patrick are gone! It's strange the hand I've been dealt. Things seem normal sometimes but then again sometimes they feel terribly wrong! I go about my day but there are moments when I want to scream, "Hey everyone! Don't you get it? My husband and son are dead!" There...... I said the word. "Dead", it's an awful word of finality. I can't get it out of my mouth most of the time. But that's the way it is, that's my reality.<br />
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I have a secret. If I died today it wouldn't bother me. I'd get to be with them. I'd get to be in heaven. Don't get me wrong, I'm not wishing that I would die. I'm just saying that if I did, I'd be fine with that. Losing a husband and a son at the same time has shaken me to the core. I'll never be the same. I need to give myself permission to travel this journey however long it takes. Hopefully, you'll understand.<br />
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When I walk through my entryway every night, I'm reminded that Patrick loved the holidays and when he was in Steamboat a few years back he brought back a lit fall tree for me and Erynn. I couldn't put it up last year but now that I have this season, I smile when I walk by it because I think of him.<br />
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<span id="goog_86572340"></span><span id="goog_86572341"></span>Debihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-76320376241901909942010-09-30T20:27:00.000-07:002010-09-30T20:45:56.936-07:00Laughter..........and a little boyThey say that laughter is the best medicine and I believe it!<br />Solomon in Ecclesiastes says that there is a time to weep and a time to laugh.<br />This was our time to laugh and it felt soooo good!<br />God is faithful. So far He's blessed me with two darling grandchildren that bring incredible joy to my life. I'm very thankful. It's funny because it wasn't too long ago when I struggled to find anything to be thankful for. Hmmmm.............maybe the healing is beginning?<br /><br />Video characters:<br />Erynn (Mommy): filming<br />Uncle Bam Bam (Sean): driving and speaking in Japanese =)<br />Auntie Jana: in car laughing<br />GiGi (Debi): referred to by Will, sitting in way back<br />Uncle Eeee (Colin): referred to by Will saying "sushi" and "was up mein?"<br />Will: The Main Attraction!<br />Reese: Baby Sis and finale<br /><br /><object style="background-image: url("http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/FK2JopsEIOM/hqdefault.jpg");" height="295" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FK2JopsEIOM?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FK2JopsEIOM?fs=1&hl=en_US" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="295" width="480"></embed></object>Debihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-1051988448575066202010-09-05T12:33:00.000-07:002010-09-05T12:59:48.020-07:00dreams<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKtvB7NQq1m-kA7GHvkec-SqieogAu-uji1FvKmmPSJ4VedfH85QMUknFTvxWR332T19ObsmCiAUXUnzYb-lpXXlkvOqiGvnTCYcSvyaXfiai8rOHvjHkS-feuYzQAQLmDLxFMSuG2/s1600/dreams.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKtvB7NQq1m-kA7GHvkec-SqieogAu-uji1FvKmmPSJ4VedfH85QMUknFTvxWR332T19ObsmCiAUXUnzYb-lpXXlkvOqiGvnTCYcSvyaXfiai8rOHvjHkS-feuYzQAQLmDLxFMSuG2/s320/dreams.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513521020895346098" border="0" /></a><br />I've prayed that I would see you in my dreams, both of you. Recently my prayer was answered. It's not the first time. It was so nice to have you both there though.......at the same time. I don't remember much detail but we were traveling by train together and I felt good. When I woke up I was overwhelmed with a good feeling as if you were both telling me that it's ok, that you're with me still just a slight dimension away. I wished that I could go back to sleep to be with you both again. That's the only bad part, not wanting to wake up.Debihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2990749988188004554.post-2277507087366949912010-08-01T18:03:00.000-07:002010-08-01T18:36:00.735-07:00It's time<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBcEfrifMggSrSGSIiD2I0kfoI33L__0vDeVfVde4L0pyAi06eg8MV8ar4-kaYBA1o0cvbKcQlv59vYLZa0F6XjROLut_8HaSib2_mnFgvhdoDPZgfTiWzyFLxeSJJiE4DH0et_rKX/s1600/IMG_2279.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBcEfrifMggSrSGSIiD2I0kfoI33L__0vDeVfVde4L0pyAi06eg8MV8ar4-kaYBA1o0cvbKcQlv59vYLZa0F6XjROLut_8HaSib2_mnFgvhdoDPZgfTiWzyFLxeSJJiE4DH0et_rKX/s320/IMG_2279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500617884675520882" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I think it's time for me to start putting things away that belong to Bill.<br />He isn't coming back after all.<br />His clothes are hanging on the rack in the bathroom. Why?<br />Maybe I haven't been able to face the fact that he really isn't going to come<br />through the door ever again yelling WOMAN!<br />His slippers and a pair of shoes are sitting in front of the closet like they've been<br />for a year and a half.............just waiting.<br />It's terrifying to realize that I'm alone without the part<br />that made me feel complete.<br />Somewhere deep inside of me I need to find the me that came before him.<br />But that was so long ago.Debihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03968116678256736632noreply@blogger.com11