Friday, August 16, 2013
I had a sweet yellow kitty, Daisy, that had a litter of kittens in my closet. One was born stillborn. Daisy licked and licked that kitten trying to revive it. She didn't give up. I had to remove the kitten so she would redirect her energies to the other kittens. Later my mom sent me a little stuffed animal kitten. Years after Daisy lost her baby, I'd find her licking that stuffed kitten trying to revive it.
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After our son, Mike, died, I understood Daisy's behavior. She didn't want to lose her precious baby. I would have still been licking.
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This is a tough week. I am weepy.
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Training in Perry, Georgia.....rainy day, focus on the future, I can look back but I just can't stare. Driving by Josh Giles' (Mike's pledge dad in the Kappa Alpha Order) homeplace this morning, I saw the biggest hawk I have ever seen sitting in the rain waiting for me. Mike keeps me in his heart and knows when I need that extra message of love.....like today.
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Work has been a good deviation this week. Shirley and I stay busy. Steve and I stay busy. Armetrice and I stay busy. It is a thinking job.
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I think. I don't know. I just don't know, why Mike?
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Friday........A knock on the door late in the afternoon. Jennifer Moody Rice was there with flowers and a box of chocolate. Jennifer is one of the Moody girls--the best babysitting family in the universe! Jennifer was our kids' major babysitter during their growing up years while I was in graduate school. What memories we have together....just what we needed. Jennifer, Molly, Mike, and Dan......learning how to drive, sort socks, Moody Mush. LAUGHTER! Laura, Susan, Jennifer, and Catherine, the entire family babysat for us-- Harmon and Sarah Moody -- you raised fine women.
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A box of individual cheesecakes delivered to our front door? Oh MY GOSH! Chocolate and vanilla. Mike would have loved them. I had to eat one by myself....who are they from?......no name on them.....my guess....Rachel, Adam, and Stephen.....our angels on earth.
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Dan might come home. We need each other's company a little more on August 16 than we care to admit. It's just tangible proof that our hurt is still our hurt and Mike is still our family.
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Dan walked in the front door....just what we needed....AND he got to see Jennifer. Those two immediately start in on who gets the flying pig lamp when Bill and I go to the great beyond.....some things never change.....the four of us LOVED it. Writing names on the bottom of items with a Sharpie so the treasure is not put in the yard sale someday? Really? Howling with laughter one minute......memories of Mike and tears the next. Trash to treasures-- such is life. Things aren't really important and we know that--the people and relationships are! I should write my name on Jennifer's foot....with a Sharpie.
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A long note from Susan Moody Jackson retelling a sweet story of Mike when he was a toddler. He was a busy little boy and such a love. This unknown story is a new treasure for my heart....it is written with a Sharpie on my soul. Now, that's something to cherish.
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Ten years and it seems like yesterday Mike was kissing me good night and telling me he'd be careful on his trip back to Milledgeville to start working at Loco's.
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Saturday, August 17, 2013
A rainy day in Georgia-- sleepy pets....laundry.....tuna casserole.... Georgia public tv......Orange is the New Black......mending Dan's shirt......laughing with Bill and Dan......talking to Molly......year eleven has begun.
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