Too much busy and other stuff

Yes, I’m still here on earth. Ha ha. Sorry for the lull in my blogging. Blame it on the busy-ness and other things of life. Jerry twisted both knees a few weeks ago when he came out of the elevator and turned way too quick . . . had to rest up for a couple weeks. Annnnnnnd then he did it again. 🀦 My apparent heel spur has become even more painful. Walking is a whole new torture. Sometimes the pain is so bad I feel sick to my stomach. I move very slow and watch every step so I don’t accidentally bump that heel (which I’ve done!). No, I can’t afford a boot nor one of those knee walkers . . . no extra $$ and no insurance. I’m just handling it as best I can. Since I’m teaching the Memory Maker badge – scrapbooking – at AHG troop meetings, I’ve been engulfed with that. I’m so proud and impressed with what the girls have accomplished so far as they’ve learned. Every one of them jumped right in and love it! Yes, I have photos, and yes, I will do a post of them. Now we’re on hold for

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Monday, November 11, 2013 β€’ The Funeral

This is PART THREE of a three part post on the life and death of my oldest son. PART ONE can be found here and PART TWO can be found here. Today’s post is about the day of his funeral. If you have any unease about this, you should leave this website now. There will be a few follow-up posts once in a while about different things I think are important for me to remember and also to share that might be a help to others dealing with the traumatic death of a family member. Compared to the week before when Jeff had been fatally injured on the job, the day of his funeral was absolutely frigid. The temperatures were in the 20s and the air was filled with a light icy mix coming from the gray clouds above. The last I knew, we were still having warm 70Β° days. Kansas . . . summertime one minute, winter the next. I hadn’t expected such a big change in weather, so was not prepared. With Jerry still in the nursing facility for at least one more week, I had to dig through storage tubs for warmer clothes for him and our winter coats. The funeral wasn’t until 2:00

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Another devastating blow

There are times when things that happen make absolutely no sense. Why did it happen? Why did it happen to them? And sometimes it makes one question the things about God. Why would a loving God allow tragedy to hit a family? And more than once! Why why why . . . Our family has these questions this week. If you read my post from this past Tuesday, you know it was the day my oldest son died six years ago. Well, long story short, the family has been dealt another devastating blow. Amanda called me late Tuesday evening, crying. Her cousin, B, who lives about three hours away in the northcentral part of the state had called. B’s son had committed suicide on Tuesday. He was sent to the nearest hospital and had been in surgery for several hours, but could not be saved. He died that day. He was the same age as Andrew (18). He’d been fighting depression for a couple years or so, had tried several anti-depressant medications, but none had helped. As he stood in front of his mom and grandma, he told them he couldn’t take it anymore and shot himself in the head.

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Tuesday, November 5, 2013 β€’ 11:26 p.m.

This is PART TWO of a three part post on the life and death of my oldest son. PART ONE can be found here. Today’s post will cover the day he died. If you have any unease about this, you should leave this website now. PART THREE will be posted on November 11, which was the day of his funeral.      Late morning, Tuesday, November 5, 2013      Rain. Dreary. Dark. Thunderous rain. “Rain, rain, go away, come again some other day . . .” Migraine. I had slept in because of my migraine. A weather migraine, but still. I have lived with daily migraines all my life. I wake up with pain, I go to sleep with pain. I’ve had all the medical tests, scans, x-rays, MRIs, etc. and kept all the food and activity diaries, blah, blah, blah. No reason has ever been found for my migraines. They just are. I spent years going through a long, long, lonnnnnnng list of prescription medicines in hopes one might help. Thirty years of trying this and that. Thirty years of doctors who said, “It’s all in your head.” (Yes, doctor it IS. Now HELP me!) I do have a medicine that helps now,

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You might be related to me if . . .

My sons and I have been known down through the years for all the silly things we have done just for laughs. One of the things John and I seem to have developed a certain, uh, attachment (haha) to are wiggly googly eyes. Our family have all said it’s obvious we share the same genes. We have a lot of fun finding items on which to glue these little goodies . . . John even went so far one time as to add them to a couple items in a store! I’ve often wondered what people thought when they found those things on the shelf . . . πŸ€” Recently, I found a large but rather odd-shaped sweet potato at the store. Yep, I bought it with those wiggly googly eyes in mind. At this point, I stopped and looked over my shoulder to see if Jerry was watching. Nope, totally absorbed in his book. I decided my little friend needed legs, so . . . Tah-dahhhhhhh! Sweetplatytaterus! *snicker* I am easily amused. Then, a few days later (this was back before the first frost), John lined up the day’s haul of tomatoes and jalapenos from the garden on their kitchen counter and

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