25 Day countdown to my 300th post - Today is Day 19
THIS WEEK
Go Ahead, Try It!
Name one ritual you'd like to work into your day.
What is something that you'd like to try that would surprise someone that knows you.
What is something that you've tried, that looking back, you're surprised that you did.
~Pilates~
I can't think of anything - I'm an open book. Read it and weep!
Topless sunbathing in Mexico
LAST WEEK
What is a quality that you love about being human?
What is something you'd do if you weren't so afraid to do it?
What is a phone call that you've received that changed your life?
Being able to communicate is what I love and value about being human.
I would love to sky dive.
My sister calling me about my Mum.
Having been through a few rough days with a sick doggy, makes you realize how important the ability to communicate is. Oh he could tell us in many ways that he didn't feel well, he was happy to see us when we visited at the vet hospital, and that he most definitely wanted to go home. Heading towards the car in the parking lot when we took him out for a walk was his form of communication!!! The ability to communicate with words is such a gift and we humans muck it up far too often. Think of when you didn't say something you should have or said something the wrong way. We need to use and appreciate this gift more than we do.
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I think the feeling of free falling from a plane during sky diving would be awesome. I think I would be too afraid to jump from the plane though. If I ever find out I don't have long to live then I'm gonna do it.
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I had been taking it easy. The night before we had a gang over to dinner - a summer barbeque - just family, but more than usual. Lots of fun. It was an impromptu get together - the best kind! Rather unusually, alot of my kids were around as well as my niece and nephew. It was a Saturday night. Usually they'd be getting on with their plans to go out with their friends. For some reason, they hung around that night, chatting, laughing with their aunts & uncles, grandparents and parents. Lots of joking and teasing was going on, fun banter.
I remember it like a moment captured in time.
The younger ones were swimming in the pool. One last swim after supper they wanted. I remember walking arm in arm with my Mum down the patio stairs, keeping her steady after a few glasses of wine , to go and watch them dive. There was a time when having to do that probably would have made me slightly annoyed. I remember distinctly thinking at that time, isn't it funny how I am not annoyed with my Mum for having a little more than she should. How uncharacteristic of me.
The next day I was tired. Cleaned up, went to church and then took it easy. Floated around the pool, read, had a nap. About 4:30 I called home (my parent's place) to talk to my Mum. I was rather surprised when my Dad answered the phone. He had gone to the cottage for the day and I was surprised he was back so soon. We chatted for a bit about his day. He said Mum was taking a nap and he would go see if she was awake.
I heard his footsteps going up the stairs to take the phone to her. I heard his voice in the background "Mum, you awake. Deb's on the phone ..." nothing ... then finally his voice again. "I will call you back."
That didn't sound good. What was going on? I pushed any bad thoughts out of my head.
They rushed back.
Why didn't she call me that day, like she usually would, to say what an enjoyable time she had the night before? Why had I, in my idleness, not noticed that she hadn't called me yet, which was unusual? No ... stop that ... you're reading too much into it. Just like you always do.
Phone rings. My sister, kind of panicky "Have you talked to Mum today?"
"No, I'm waiting for her to call me back."
"No she's going to the hospital, Dad's called the ambulance."
"Oh my God."
"I'm on my way over to the house."
"Call me back and tell me where to meet you."
I run upstairs to get dressed.
What seemed like only seconds later, the phone rings again.
"No, Deb, it's too late. She's gone."
I could not believe it. I denied it over and over again aloud on the journey over to her house. I had to see with my own eyes.
She was in bed doing her crossword when she went. It was actually about 9:30 that morning. Her pen was still in her hand. Her dictionary on the bed. Her glasses on. Her tea by the bed, still one third of a cup left.
What is something you'd do if you weren't so afraid to do it?
What is a phone call that you've received that changed your life?
Being able to communicate is what I love and value about being human.
I would love to sky dive.
My sister calling me about my Mum.
Having been through a few rough days with a sick doggy, makes you realize how important the ability to communicate is. Oh he could tell us in many ways that he didn't feel well, he was happy to see us when we visited at the vet hospital, and that he most definitely wanted to go home. Heading towards the car in the parking lot when we took him out for a walk was his form of communication!!! The ability to communicate with words is such a gift and we humans muck it up far too often. Think of when you didn't say something you should have or said something the wrong way. We need to use and appreciate this gift more than we do.
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I think the feeling of free falling from a plane during sky diving would be awesome. I think I would be too afraid to jump from the plane though. If I ever find out I don't have long to live then I'm gonna do it.
_________________________________________________
I had been taking it easy. The night before we had a gang over to dinner - a summer barbeque - just family, but more than usual. Lots of fun. It was an impromptu get together - the best kind! Rather unusually, alot of my kids were around as well as my niece and nephew. It was a Saturday night. Usually they'd be getting on with their plans to go out with their friends. For some reason, they hung around that night, chatting, laughing with their aunts & uncles, grandparents and parents. Lots of joking and teasing was going on, fun banter.
I remember it like a moment captured in time.
The younger ones were swimming in the pool. One last swim after supper they wanted. I remember walking arm in arm with my Mum down the patio stairs, keeping her steady after a few glasses of wine , to go and watch them dive. There was a time when having to do that probably would have made me slightly annoyed. I remember distinctly thinking at that time, isn't it funny how I am not annoyed with my Mum for having a little more than she should. How uncharacteristic of me.
The next day I was tired. Cleaned up, went to church and then took it easy. Floated around the pool, read, had a nap. About 4:30 I called home (my parent's place) to talk to my Mum. I was rather surprised when my Dad answered the phone. He had gone to the cottage for the day and I was surprised he was back so soon. We chatted for a bit about his day. He said Mum was taking a nap and he would go see if she was awake.
I heard his footsteps going up the stairs to take the phone to her. I heard his voice in the background "Mum, you awake. Deb's on the phone ..." nothing ... then finally his voice again. "I will call you back."
That didn't sound good. What was going on? I pushed any bad thoughts out of my head.
They rushed back.
Why didn't she call me that day, like she usually would, to say what an enjoyable time she had the night before? Why had I, in my idleness, not noticed that she hadn't called me yet, which was unusual? No ... stop that ... you're reading too much into it. Just like you always do.
Phone rings. My sister, kind of panicky "Have you talked to Mum today?"
"No, I'm waiting for her to call me back."
"No she's going to the hospital, Dad's called the ambulance."
"Oh my God."
"I'm on my way over to the house."
"Call me back and tell me where to meet you."
I run upstairs to get dressed.
What seemed like only seconds later, the phone rings again.
"No, Deb, it's too late. She's gone."
I could not believe it. I denied it over and over again aloud on the journey over to her house. I had to see with my own eyes.
She was in bed doing her crossword when she went. It was actually about 9:30 that morning. Her pen was still in her hand. Her dictionary on the bed. Her glasses on. Her tea by the bed, still one third of a cup left.
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On a happier note, look at the award I won
from Happy & Blue 2
Isn't he brilliant??!!
10 comments:
Sory about your doggy ! Hope he will feel better everyday.
One thing nobody can blame me of is that I don't appreciate talking ! Some would even say that I am talking like a machine gun lol !
Jump from a plane. You will love it.
I love how you worked these in together. Pilates is wonderful! I don't do a class, but I do it at home (though not regularly enough) and it is great exercise. A nice was to get in a work-out when it's too cold to jog!
The story about your Mum is a perfect reminder to appreciate the here and now. I can tell that she was (and is!) well-loved and led the life she wanted. You honor her well.
Here's to a great week! :-)
PS
Glad Fergus is home!
The story about your Mom made me sad. But it reminded me that I need to say more to the people I love. So thanks for that.
Hope Fergus is doing better.
The award is marvelous, ha,ha..
You have made me weep. That picture of your mom, your discovery, your grief... all as if it were still happening at just this moment. And, maybe that is how grief is... maybe it never really completely goes away.
Wow...the story about your mom...
No quippy remarks from me today.
Steve~
I'm here! I'm here!! Oh my heavens!! Your site looks awesome!! Great answers and I played too!!
Thanks everyone for your kind comments about Mum and the Fergmeister!
He's doing much better which is a great relief!
I need to blog about Mum a bit at a time. I think it helps me to get over the shock of it all. You think I would be over it by now but I still miss her so much. Thanks for listening. :-)
I'm so glad to hear that your dog is doing better :-)
And that was a sad story about your Mom, though she seemed to have gone rather quickly without having to suffer - at least something to be grateful for.
Teh award is stunning. I'm waiting to be nominated for one for the worlds most shitty blog ;-)
That's really an amazing story. I'm sure the benefit of this meme is sharing these stories.
My MM this week is about my sister, http://collectingmythoughts.blogspot.com/2006/11/3190-monday-memories-did-i-ever-tell.html
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