Small Rays of Light
Girl Playing by D Sharon Pruitt
I am trying to think positive, and make jokes. My grandmother would want me to. Yesterday, when the microwave went berzerk, I told DH, “It’s Grandma. She wants us to bring her microwave home from her apartment.”
He gasped and said, are you making jokes about your grandmothers death? Too soon!
This said about a woman who called me regularly to tell me she moved up the waiting list for an apartment because somebody died, until she moved in. Then she told me who died, and who else had moved up the list, and who she was rooting for on the list for when she would eventually die. She hoped a nice, clean, catless woman would next occupy the apartment – not a man, a drunk, or a pet owner. Don’t ask me. Those were her criteria.
I am talking to one of my long lost French cousins. We haven’t spoken since her dad died who knows how long ago. It wasn’t on purpose. We just lost touch.
I have written to my grandmothers SIL, niece and nephew, and favorite cousin about three dozen times each and have yet to post a letter. I suck.
On the bright side, one more Frog found, a dozen to go.
I feel less ill today. I managed to drag myself out of bed without sobbing. I made a toile tote bag to occupy my mind.
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Just take it one day at a time.
There’s supposed to be laughter in families, even in times of deathA You’re recalling the life of a wonderful woman who was also funny sometimes. It is good to remember those times and to be happy.
When my Aunt died of malaria, we were all exhausted for weeks. We would laugh and cry at the same time.
I hope you’re able to keep connected to some of the family you have been speaking to. It is good to have that link.
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Laughter is the best medicine, well that and time apparently. One day at a time, sounds like you’re really doing as well as can be expected. If you do one more thing each day, consider it a good day.
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