Getting back into the routine of life after New Orleans.
Mary, Andre’ and Zach will be here soon for Thanksgiving. Amanda can’t come because she is doing her phlebotomy clinicals in the hospital. She can’t be gone. She is doing well and enjoying the experience. This is Amanda and her dog Ammo. She will make a wonderful nurse someday. She is caring and loving and enjoys people. She got to hold 5 minute old twins while a colleague drew blood. She also had to go to the morgue to see seriously premature twins who didn’t make it. She is gaining a world of experience.
I got a new smaller crock pot. I’ve made my favorite No Fuss Potato soup and even had some the next night. Some left overs are ok.
I really don’t enjoy this cooking for one but it is simple. Kary got me some Trader Joe onion soup which is really good. She also got some polenta I enjoy. I eat better when I eat out but really don’t want to do that all the time.
The gym exercise and the pool there are a GOD send. I always feel better after the exercise sessions even though sometimes I think I won’t be able to do the specific exercise. I do manage and I feel stronger. Stamina is better. I can go up and down the steps to the exercise mats and down and back up from the pool without stress.
I swim and paddle and walk and exercise for about an hour in the water and it is wonderful for my body and my brain. There is an elderly Japanese man who is often there when I am. We have no conversation except Good Morning and Good Bye but what is charming is that he bows to me when we meet and offers a big smile. I return the bow and the smile and it enriches my day.
The big event this week was Purple Stride. Our team, Russell’s Warriors raised over $3300 to further research on Pancreatic Cancer. Many people were there. I didn’t walk or run but I enjoyed the day and reflected on the event a year ago. This is the poster honoring Russell on the Path of Heroes. I had to weep. Kary’s words in the paragraph were wonderful.
Many friends and family were there in spite of cold and impending rain. My brother Chuck and Lorraine walked the 5K and did everyone on our team.
This is Chuck and Lorraine and very dear friend Kathy who came and walked and honored Russell. She brought me a beautiful purple bracelet. She is so artistic and talented and very loving and supportive.
Monica won four prizes on the raffle, she only won two last year. We teased her about not being allowed to win next year. Katy won something and Lorraine won two items. I so enjoyed seeing all the activities.
Steven and Katy were there and aren’t they just delightful. Not just Grandma speaking. I even like Steven’s facial hair. His Mother isn’t as sure as I am about it.
I won that nifty gym bag I am holding. During the walk I re read Russell’s poster a few times. I wrote him a note on a huge wall size banner where others have written. I told him we love him and miss him fiercely.
Steve and Mary, family and were there also. This is Steve and Kathy. I think Mary, Don’s sister is the photographer. Monica and Debbie, long time friends of Kary came also. Both of those dear ladies were in Kary’s wedding 28 years ago. They were girls then and now Debbie has a three-year old grandson, Preston. Ah how time marches on.
When Russell died, I can say the word now, I had the need to be silent. This is an unusual state for me. As the weeks and months have gone by that need re cycles. I don’t know what triggers it, or why it happens. I just know I want to be alone, be quiet, read, contemplate and remember. I call it hibernation. I’m not worried about it.
Michael, the chaplain says that like a thumb print, we all have a grief print. Each one unique, each different. Mine just includes this cycle I guess.