Well, lookie here. Mari's about to write that she hasn't been here in ages. Surprise, surprise. Maybe blogging really isn't for me, huh?
I signed on here to check out my dear friend's new blog. She lost her husband suddenly and tragically almost three weeks ago. Suddenly and tragically don't really seem to sum it up, but I can't think of any better words.
When I got that call about her husband from another dear friend, I lost my mind. I couldn't even wrap my brain around the idea. Poor Caroline (now 9 1/2) watched me have a complete melt down. In the moments after I was able to reassure her that I would be OK, and I told her what happened, I had one of the proudest moments I have ever had being a mom.
I was saying, "I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do" over and over. She calmly said, "we'll start cooking". I couldn't make myself move, but she started making some food she knew we could freeze and give to our friends. This kid makes a mean meatloaf and chili. I wonder if they've found a way out of my friend's freezer yet. Something about her fixing those two dishes that night have made me very, very proud.
Meanwhile, I feel like something has changed in me. I love my husband. I have always loved him, but I don't think I understood that I REALLY do. In my previous marriage, I honestly never had an intense feeling of love. I suppose that's a topic for another day. My friend losing her husband has prompted me to say "I love you" a million more times than I would have. I'm hugging my kid and my husband so much more than before. This is a good thing, of course. But, probably thanks to spending 25 years as a Roman Catholic, I have some odd sense of guilt that I'm using her tradgey to make things better and more loving around here. I think a rational person would say that doesn't make much sense. But, I haven't been thinking rationally for several weeks.
I have no closing sentence. There's too much to think about. Too much to keep in perspective.