Thursday, January 5, 2012

Good Grief!

Is there any good grief? I don't know. Pete wanted me to come by and try on some things.
It is very awkward, rifling through someone's else's things. Seems a bit like an invasion.
It does open lots of opportunities for remembering, talking, crying.
I gave him a book a friend gave me. Well, I bought him a new one, as I loaned mine out so often it finally disappeared. He's reading it now, A Grace Disguised. I think he's doing as well as anyone can under such circumstances.
We talked again through all the events of that last day and the days before. Ahhh, me.

It was poop-pie night and I was glad to see Bean and Bugg. I stopped by the store to pick up some Crisco before I fetched them. I forgot it last week, and couldn't make our blessing gems on New Year's. I use Crisco for donuts and Chi Mi Changas (prepared maybe two or three times a year, tops), not a product I keep around anymore. They enjoyed them as much for an after dinner treat as a breakfast one.
They are big into ghosts at the moment for some reason and brought up being scared at night.
I shared my remedy of just saying, "Jesus," over and over when my sleep is troubled. We talked about where people are when they are gone and I shared with them the Jewish thought of loved ones being a star that looks down on us as we go on. Bean said that was an Indian belief as well.
We ended the evening with a bit more of the Hobbit and a picture bbok for Missy Bugg.

I was out of the classroom today due to a couple of appointments. Gardener E. continued with the knitting I started on Wednesday. She e-mailed me that she still had all of her hair, and they had theirs as well, so it's all good.


  1. Things will get easier. Sending you a hug.

  2. After my dad's death in June, my sister and I got together once a week to clean out his house, and we always ended up in tears. It's much easier now that I don't have to go to his house so often. I still think of him, but somehow it's not so painful. Time heals all wounds!

    Your story about having trouble sleeping reminds me of a funny story. My friend Carol was having a problem with her preschool son being scared at bedtime. She told him that there was nothing to be afraid of because Jesus was always with him. He looked carefully around the bedroom and said, "I don't see Jesus anywhere." She assured him that Jesus was nonetheless there. He thought about it for a minute, then said, "You sleep in here with Jesus. I'm going to go sleep with my daddy!"

  3. Ha, that's hysterical! Love it. Thanks for sharing.