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Happy Thanksgiving

I see that it’s been nine months since I last wrote a blog entry.  Enough time to birth a baby… Sometimes with all that’s gone on, it seems like that’s what’s gone on…

The year has been consumed with settling Mom’s estate and with the process of going through her house and sorting through 52 years worth of stuff.  I came by my pack-rat mentality honestly; I’m amazed by how much Mom had stored through that house (which, much like a Tardis, was bigger on the inside.  My parents never moved… they just kept remodeling and adding on to the house.)  Considering her dementia, it’s been a painstaking task of going through virtually everything to see what might be hidden.  I’ve been so very blessed to have two of her favorite caregivers helping me with the task. They are good women, God believing and God fearing salt of the earth types and I consider them family. They cry with me as we go through things.  It’s been an emotionally draining experience.  I’m trying to be very picky in what I take home with me.  Heaven knows I have enough stuff in my home after 30 years of marriage, so I’m trying to only keep things that mean something.

And I’ve found some surprises.  Who knew my dad was sentimental enough to keep the receipt from their honeymoon trip in his wallet after 50 years? I found their wedding vows, carefully typed out.  I found photo albums my mom had very carefully pulled together in better days, culling only the best pictures of all of us so I’d have them all in one spot. I found that they’d kept my acceptance letter from Thornwood and all my grade reports from Thornwood, Darlington, Emory, and Georgia Tech (with my grade average very accurately calculated on each in my mom’s handwriting).

In a couple of weeks, I’m taking a truck up there to gather the rest of the things I’m moving south — my grandmother’s dining set, my aunt’s antique table, the rocking chairs Dad loved to sit in on the sun porch and some other items… I’ll incorporate all these into my life somehow.  Then I’ll face putting my childhood home on the market.  More emotional upheaval.  Being a grownup truly sucks.

Some of it will go to our place in Highlands.  We were able to realize a dream when a condo in our price range was still available after we’d looked at it last summer.  We’ve had a bit of remodeling done (the baths were vintage 1973) and that’s going to be completed soon… so far we’ve managed at least one trip up each month, and we love it there.

So I face my first holiday without either parent.  Another rite of passage. Richard and I decided that for this year, we’d celebrate the holidays as a couple as a start to the rest of our lives.  For Thanksgiving, we’re gonna open up a buffet here, load Penny in the car afterwards, and head to Pigeon Forge.  I figured the mature thing to do was to run away from the situation.

This year I’m thankful for my husband, who has been my rock through everything; for my group of besties who listen to me rant and rave and cry and love me anyway; for my church – I can honestly say I don’t know what I would have done without the loving group of people at Covenant Presbyterian and without Zeta, our pastor.  I’m thankful I live in a country where I’m free to work, to worship, to speak, and to do what I please. I’m thankful there are people who make sacrifices so I can be free.

I’m thankful that I grew up with loving parents who continue to care for me.  Love you and miss you.

Comments on: "Happy Thanksgiving" (2)

  1. Happy thanksgiving to y’all as well. That first year of ‘celebrations’ is tough indeed. Sounds like you and Richard are handling it together, as you should. I find so much of life is putting one foot in front of the other and getting through whatever the situation is. Try to remember what your parents would have wanted you to do and you’ll be ok – not thrilled at the moment, but ok in the ong term

  2. Bonnie/tinkknitz said:

    Peeked in when you wrote this but was on the road to Atlanta. I think of you often, especially when we head South from Maryland

    Thank you for sharing your memories. Glad to hear you and the Rock have taken stock, and hopefully Thanksgiving’s buffet and trip to PF was a success. And Sweetie, it is not running away to seek peace for yourself and your core family. I am glad you have a Happy Place.

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