I'm still trying to catch up but decided that I'll just post the current and catch up on the Corbridge Reunion and Quayd's experience at ATPC later. Right now, my mind is in full shower mode for Taylor's shower on Thursday!
Today, I was dragging a bit after a sleepless night. I hottubbed first thing. Seriously, my foot has been giving me fits since the reunion. I've decided that my turn to prepare reunion food is going to have to be passed to another sibling next year! Anyway, enough whining....
Quayd is still sick. He seems to be getting worse instead of better, so he'll be going into the doctor first thing tomorrow. He'll have to call in sick to work. When the word "strep" is used, most people are happy to know you're staying home and in bed! I need to find a new doctor...bot that we don't like the one we have... not that Smithfield is that far, but the hospital and medical center is just a few blocks away. We'll see.
I planned and prepared for the shower most of the day, then made a nice dinner for the family, which we ate on the patio. Have I mentioned I love having a covered patio? It's so nice to eat outside! And I love living in Logan where there are no farm animals nearby. Rarely a fly! That's another nicety of living in the city. Today, I'm feeling quite thankful for our lovely new home! AND I love that I'm right smack dab in the middle of Carol and Denise's. Denise dropped in this morning. Carol dropped by later.
Oh, I love this picture of us! And note! We drank water! (Only because we knew we'd be drinking cokes at the theater in half an hour, but, hey!)
Speaking of eating outside on the patio, tonight, after dinner, Carol and her daughter, Madi, who was in town visiting met Carol's son, Tanner and his girlfriend for dinner at Buffulo Wild Wings and ate on the patio (It's much quieter) then we all went to see Jurassic World. It was my second time, and I liked it much better this time than the first. Carol and I busted out laughing at the end of the movie. Madi gave us the shhhh. BUT... the question is asked of one of the main characters, after the whole dinosaur adventure, "How are you?" Carol and I laughed and laughed... how would you be if you spent a day being chased and almost killed five hundred times by a dinosaur?
Since Robert's death, we have noticed how many people say, "How are you?" It's almost a sad thing to ask. The pity look and "How are you doing?" I want to write a book on what NOT to say to the grieving. First on the list, "How are you doing?" How do you think that they are doing? NOT GOOD!!! How else would they be doing? Not to be rude, and we realize that people are well-meaning, but that's not a good question to ask. A better thing to say, which we laugh about because it's been said to Carol in Idaho by the good old cowboy friends of Robert, "Dangit all the Heck" or you could substitute a few other words in their places. It's kind of funny, but Doug thinks that that's the best response you could give a grieving person. It says VOLUMES!
I was having this conversation with a friend who'd lost her mother. She said that the best thing you could say to the grieving is "I loved your ____ because_____." OR share a memory of them. Don't ask "How are you doing?" Trust me, they aren't doing well. They aren't loving life at the moment. Share a good thought about the person. Tell a good story about them. Mention a great quality they have. It will go a lot further in the "meaningful comments" department. Just sayin.
It's late. I write like this and then wake up the next day, asking myself, "What was I talking about??"
During the movie, I slipped out to the potty and noticed a text had come while in the show. My friend, Kara, let me know that her father-in-law had passed away tonight. Her mother-in-law is my sweet friend, Sharon, who I've adored for almost twenty years. She's been a patient and caring wife for the past several years as Seth's health failed him. Tonight, his body is free of pain and suffering from Parkinsons. I will slip by and see her as soon as possible. I went back into the theater, leaned over and whispered to Carol that Seth had passed away. "That's four in six weeks." Enough already! Although, Seth's death is a blessing. He lived a long and faithful life of service, raising some amazing sons.
I'm running on about three hours of sleep and have a huge day ahead of me tomorrow! Life is good! So is going to the movies with your soul sisters. So is knowing that there is life after life and having the gospel. So is getting a good night's sleep. Enough said!