Category: Memories
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“What if it is her last…”
The firsts. But not the good kind of “firsts”. The firsts that come after someone dies. First birthdays, Christmas. Anniversaries. Everything feels so empty and hollow. No one really knows what to say or how to feel. Much like having kids, there isn’t really a book on how to deal with all of this (there…
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August: One word journaling (August 1&2)
I would like to get going with writing again, and while I’ve been paper journaling, I haven’t taken the time to write here. I am looking to “Ordinary & Happy” on Facebook for inspiration. A few weeks ago, they posted a one-word journaling prompt for the month of August that resonated with me. It invoked…
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My 52nd Year!
Today is my birthday. It has been a good day. My morning started with coffee, an oracle reading, and I met a friend for coffee and a chat. I looked and felt good, despite only sleeping a couple hours because of lingering pain from the issues from my lungs. I looked over my post from…
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You’re studying what?
Last September, I started on a journey… But it started in May, really. I decided to sign up to train to be a… Yoga instructor. A what? Yes, a yoga instructor. But… but… You’re disabled! Why, thank you for noticing. My Mom loved yoga. She did yoga when I was a kid. I attribute my…
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The Banana Counter
I had a moment today. When I was in the Sobey’s in Spruce Grove, I realized, as I stood there in the bakery department, that I hadn’t been there since before my mom died. It was her local grocery store, and the one that she preferred. It was smaller and quieter than the other stores in…
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The Mom shaped hole
It is Mother’s Day. Many have sent me their thoughts and well wishes as this is the ‘first’ Mother’s Day without Mom – a day that is evidently harder than most. Except that it isn’t. Not really. Friday was worse. Friday was my sister’s birthday. We went for lunch. Without Mom. We had coffee and…
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Happy 18th to my favourite TroubleMaker
My son is celebrating his 18th birthday today. On this day, 18 years ago, at this time (11ishpm), my husband had gone home for the night, and I was alone with our son. I had been fighting a terrible cold! When we arrived that morning at the hospital, I had gone in to be induced…
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What you feel when you look up at the sky
I grew up in the country. Away from the city lights. Away from the light pollution. Where the sky rolls on for miles and the stars shine brightly at night. Constellations were easily seen and the Northern Lights were a pretty routine occurrence. The sky never made me feel small. Except for when we were…
The Voices In My Head 