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Hello again

Well after a few fairly miserable days the weather has picked up here and we aren't drowning the neighbourhood every time Mum is mentioned - heck, I can even sit in her chair without blubbing.

So anyhow onto the news - the next chapter Full Diary, of Book 15 is now up for your delectation and delight.

Its back to two wheels tomorrow - its been 15 weeks since I turned a pedal so I'm looking forward to it with both joy and some trepidation!

Well I need to get back to cooking dinner/lunch so for now,

adios!

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Blubber as needed

My experience was that it takes a full year to fully recover from such a loss. You will never forget her, but eventually you will slowly be able to get back into life.

It just takes time.

Dawn

Only tollorable

Patricia Marie Allen's picture

My Dad died in 82. Yes, it took a year before I could think of him and have fond memories instead of sharp pains in heart. But still, after all this time, there are days when I feel the loss. He was my go to guy for nearly everything I needed to do. If I didn't have a skill necessary to do a job, likely he did.

I still miss him.

Hugs
Patricia

Happiness is being all dressed up and HAVING some place to go.
Semper in femineo gerunt

Getting over a breavement

can indeed be problematic.
When my father died in 1993, I was in the middle of a huge project in Central Asia. A week after his funeral, I flew to Kazakhstan and for a few days at least his death was forgotten. One afternoon, I broke down in tears. Those were the first tears I'd shed. The Customer project manager asked me why I was crying. When I told her, she made a few phone calls and two days later my Mother joined me in Almaty. We were also put up in a Government house and made very welcome. Mum was made to feel like royalty which helped both of us get over Dad's death. We even got taken to Baikonour to witness a rocket launch. She still talks about that trip today. Good memories of a bad time.
It made me realise that everone handles these situations differently.
It also made me realise how hospitable other people can be as a matter of course. I've tried to carry on that trait even now all those years later.

Samantha

Good to hear

Podracer's picture

that you're lifting your head a bit again, and thanks for the new bit.
I'm sure we don't need to remind you to ride intelligently? Ah - it seems I did it anyway, doh!

"Reach for the sun."