Time is Precious

It's funny how time seems to pass so quickly that you don't notice.  Sometimes things that you wanted to do pass you by and you can't do them any more.

When I was in my twenties, I worked with a rather remarkable little woman.  She was about my mother's age and life had not treated her kindly. Angela had emigrated from Germany when she was not much younger than I was, following the death of her parents. She had a light but noticable German accent and similar to me, she had a difficult marriage to a very difficult man. They had two children together, a son and a daughter, who were both around my age.  When her youngest was still in a stroller, she was struck in the street by a car while crossing the street with him.  Thankfully the stroller was thrown clear, but she suffered (like me) through multiple surgeries and ended up with a quite noticable limp as one of her legs ended up being over an inch shorter than the other. And while she was going through this, her husband disappeared to whereabouts unknown, leaving her with two children to support, and very little income to do it on.

Maybe Christmas Doesn't Come From a Store

I know that ironically, this is among the First WorldProblems that I described last Friday, however, I’ve had a very difficult time deciding what to get my children for Christmas this year. 

Ding Dong! My Memories Are Dead!

I've done it!!  I've finally replaced all those nasty memories in my brain with enough happy memories!! The bad ones are fading!!  It's been over six years - and I feel as though now I can officially say that I've moved on!

My wedding anniversary to my first husband is coming up next week. I saw a poster for an Easter event at our local library, and thought...hmmm...that date is familiar.  Our anniversary was on that date.  And then I thought...no, it was the day after.  And then...I wasn't completely sure.  I'm still not completely sure.  I haven't looked it up to remind myself.  I don't want to know.  I don't care.  I think it was only the first year after we split that the date stuck in my head.  And quite frankly, I celebrated with an extra glass of wine.  I didn't really dread getting through it, but the reminder that I was once married to the man who (at the time, and now for that matter) continues to give me grief over the co-parenting of our children...that was painful.

And I usually remember dates.  I can tell you when all my in-laws birthdays are still.  Mostly.  I always forget the exact date for my ex-sister-in-law, but I still know what week it is.