Ramblings of an Old, Romantic Soul

It's funny how we hear/read/see things exactly when we are meant to do so. This morning I wrote in my journal 'my life is so unexciting. so mundane.'  I then picked up a book called "Life is Messy", by Matthew Kelly - a small, easy to read book that I picked up from the back of church. I opened and read the following: "Cherish the Ordinary  It was the ordinary things that saved me. I have experienced enough extraordinary to know that I would choose the ordinary over the extraordinary all day long. Learn to cherish the ordinary. Make a list of twenty ordinary things that bring you joy when you experience them consciously. Here's my list: breathing. sleeping. waking. water. nature. food. reading. thinking. conversation. music. ar. seasons. friendship. children. kindness. chocolate. laughter. hugs. holding hands. home.  Allow the ordinary to heal you." Wow. Not the extraordinary! The ordinary! The simple things that are a part of my daily life. The ordi

Yesterday, the 2nd, was six months. Six months that Mom has physically been gone from us. Odd thing, I was not aware of the date until a dear friend sent a text, saying she was thinking of me on this six month anniversary. When Dad died, I was so aware of each month, every 13th I mourned his loss. Not so with Mom. Why? Is it the fact that Dad was the first to go? I don't know. I miss Mom just as much. I think of her every day, and the 1st was a tough day.  Yes, when I got the text, I felt a bit guilty that I had not remembered. Did that mean I didn't love Mom? No. It simply means the grief process with Mom is very different than it was with Dad. And that's okay. As my sister, Sue, said 'This may not sound right but it's all good! She's with Dad and that's what she has always wanted.' True words.  Wise words. Time heals and life goes on. Feels like yesterday though, not six months.