So last weekend, like I posted earlier this week, Krissie and I flew on Thursday evening from New Orleans to Dallas. Not a long flight, but one that we could see how Krissie would do. Continue reading “Krissie and Planes…..A NO GO for Lift Off!”
In this journey through grief, I have learned a few things. Some about myself, some about others around me, some about my kids, and some about life in general. I wanted to share some of those with you. Let me start off by saying if I offend you with this post, I am not going to apologize for it. This is for me to write my feelings out. If you are offended or get offended easily, don’t read it. I don’t expect everyone to travel the same road that I do all the time and I sure don’t expect you to all agree with me all the time.
First, you find out who your true friends and family are. The ones that no matter what time or day, you can call them no matter what and they will pick up and listen to you. (Although I have not used the multiple people who have told me I have this available to me). These are what you call true friends even when they have no idea what you are going through they are still willing to stand by you and help yo through.
Perspectives Change, Dreams Change, Big Things Are No Longer Important! I wrote on this subject a few weeks ago and said there would be more coming. So here is the more. My faith has been rattled to the bone with the loss of Big Bubby. Most of my family as I have said in previous posts are holding strong to their faith as the only way to get through this.
I have heard friends, family, and others state that their lives changed because of the accident. I hope that is the case because that would mean that my son’s life didn’t end without meaning something and leaving his mark on the world. Something we all want to do. Continue reading “Perspectives Change, Dreams Change, Big Things Are No Longer Important Part II!”
Mother’s Day came up quick on me not realizing when it was and I was somewhat blind sided by it. Father’s Day, I at least have a handle on when it is. But my husband has handled his grief so much different than mine. He knows that he will be with his son someday, he knows there is nothing he can do to change what has happened, and he is learning a new way to live with those facts.
Growing up in a small town in Oklahoma, I always had the same dream every kid has. Do better than your parents did. I wanted to be the President of a company one day. From a young age I knew I wanted to be an accountant. While other kids in high school were trying to figure out what they were going to do, I was already focusing on college courses to take when I got to college (because back in those years you couldn’t take dual credit courses).
WARNING – THIS IS A RANT! I shutter to realize the number of people in this world today that don’t take into account what they need to do to really take care of their family. From the time my Big Bubby was born until the day he was taken from us, we always had life insurance on him. We also have it on our other two children, my husband and myself.