I’ll admit, I’m still torn as to whether I should keep on blogging about Walt Disney World or go back to life as we used to know it here at TD365. So what I’m thinking is this; I’ll write about what I feel like writing about. Cause, well… that’s what I’ve done for the last few years here. LOL Why change it now. 😉 That doesn’t mean I’m done writing about Disney, it just means I’m going back to writing however my muse pulls me. Sound good?
Now, I think I’m going to cuddle my sleeping girl for a bit. Watch a little streaming TV with her Daddy. Then tuck myself into bed for the night. I’m missing Bran tonight. He would have commented on my last post… and written to me on FB today. I have a feeling my one FB post would have prompted a good laugh between the two of us. Losing a much loved friend really freakin’ sucks. 😦
Life has a tendency to throw a curve ball every so often, just to keep you on your toes. Some you catch, and return… others knock you on your ass. This one? This one hit me harder than I’d have expected.
A friend just shared the news that a woman I loved and respected has passed from this life. I knew she was sick, but I hadn’t seen her in years. I only ever knew her as the bright, intelligent, caring Mom to the Morin clan.
I have so many wonderful memories of Maryjo. She peppered my teen years with kindness and laughter, an ever present nurturing figure that I (and so many others) could count on. Mom to four boys, I remember her rescuing me from her eldest who had stuffed me in his hockey bag one afternoon. I remember the look she gave him as she made sure the others helped me out of that stink sack.
I would have been fifteen or sixteen at the time, and he was a few years older than me – and delighted in the fact that I was so pocket sized. At the time there were no girls in the family other than Maryjo, so the boys tended to treat me more like a brother – which is something she always felt the need to apologize for (though it didn’t bother me). I’d like to think those experiences helped prepare them for the sister who would come later, and whom they had learned to be much gentler to thanks to Maryjo’s no nonsense brand of loving discipline.
Maryjo always grinned and gave me a knowing look when the guys would call me idget (because I was “too small to be a midget”). They always treated me like one of their own… a middle sister. And I always felt so at home with them all and Mrs. Morin was a big part of that.
As tears dry on my cheeks after the news of her passing, I take comfort in knowing she found her way home. I’d like to think that she is again that woman – healthy, vibrant, full of spark – that I remember from all those years ago. Pain free, and rejoicing in all the blessings she has known.
My heart goes out to the Morin family. I can only imagine the feelings they must be coping with as they experience her loss. Maryjo was the hub of their home. You knew wherever she was you would find compassion, joy, laughter and tenderness. I will always hold her in my heart – a heart full of gratitude for all she gave me. She will be remembered with fondness, love, and appreciation.
Earlier today I took a really cute little snapshot with my BlackBerry. The wee girlie took Clifford (her stuffy version of him anyway) to school with her. They are doing an entire month dedicated to the big red dog, and Emilie Elizabeth is one of her favourite literary characters. Lily-Ann looked absolutely adorable in her red jacket with her navy blue jumper and tights, carrying Clifford… bright blue sky behind her.
It was such a pretty moment, so adorable, so sweet. It was what I’d planned on sharing. But plans change.
Today my little sister’s bus driver ran over an 11 year old boy – while my sister and several other special needs adults were on the bus. The boy died at the scene. In an instant a young life was brutally cut short, an entire family is now left to mourn. School children watched, as did my sister and her co-workers. Lives forever altered in a moment as brief as any other. That fast, and everything changes.
Please, tonight, hold your children close. Tell them how much they mean to you, and how much better your life is because of them. Read them a story, sing them a song, do a craft together… just be with them. Be present for them. Be actively involved in as many parts of their lives as you can be. Because all it takes is a moment to have it all ripped away.
My heart is with the family of that boy, and all those (including my sister) who’s lives have been affected by his tragic death. Tonight an entire city mourns.
I’m sorry I haven’t been posting lately. I feel that I’ve let both you and myself down. Unfortunately right now is a rather difficult time for our family. One of our family members (extended family, not Damon, Lily-Ann, or myself) is in the hospital on life support. As such, other commitments, like my blog, have fallen by the way-side. I do promise to get back on the horse, as it were, as soon as I’m able. Until then, please forgive my absence. I do miss sharing with you all.
My evening posts have become a part of my routine, a way to look back at the day and remember all the people and things I’m grateful for. It has become a very peaceful and comforting time for me… but right now my brain is kinda full. It’s hard to be open, it’s difficult to be sharing, when your mind is bogged down in the realities of losing someone you love. So, for the next little while I expect I’ll be refraining from blogging… I promise though. I’ll be back. I will still try to take a photograph a day. And I will try to share them, even if it’s without words.
Take care everyone. And be sure to let those you love, know how much they mean to you.