Thriller!

Doesn't she look like Michael Jackson when her hair is wet? lol

My Dee Dee

This is a picture of me, my Dee Dee, and my Popaw before I left for my senior prom in 2007.

My Dee Dee died in July of 2007.
It all started with the blackberry rum cake at Thanksgiving 2006.
Then the throwing up everyday.
Then the weakness.
Then going to the hospital Christmas 2006 night.
Then finding out that she had pancreatic cancer two days later.
Finding out she was terminal, it was hard to kill.
Finding out that the cancer had spread to her liver.
Still throwing up every single day.
Every single day.
The chemo.
The radiation.
The weakness.
The throwing up.
Finding out about the brain tumor.
The radiation for that.
But my Dee Dee died two days after her birthday.
1943-2007
My Popaw took such good care of her the whole time.
He loved her.
He still loves her, even though he's gotten married again.
I loved her.
I still love her.
But I don't miss her anymore.
Its been nearly two years and I don't cry anymore.
She's not in the ground, she's in my head.
She was my biggest fan.
I dreamed about her last night.
I dreamed about being in her house, which is where my mom lives now.
I dreamed she was talking about how "Aunt Nancy" was so mean to her.
She was sitting in my Popaw's blue recliner in my dream.
I could see her, I could hear her.
In my dream she sounded exactly like she did in real life.
She looked like she did in real life.
In my dream, they had installed a big claw footed tub in the living room in front of their bay window but the curtain didn't reach all the way around the shower so people could see you from the other side of the window.
She went to get her purse so she could explain to me why she liked it so much.
And then I got a text message and she was gone.
My mama.
Woke me up.
My Dee Dee disappeared.
My mama said that she dreams about her too, and that she doesn't miss her anymore.
She says that it has helped her to live in Dee Dee's house.
Oh, how I loved my Dee Dee.
Can't wait to see her again.

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Fathers' Day

Here is a picture of me and my daddy.

For Fathers' Day I gave my daddy a hoe, something I knew he would use.

Death

Even though I work in a funeral home, death still affects me.
A classmate of mine died yesterday.
We weren't especially close but she was going to be working at one of the other funeral homes I work for.
We'd had classes together in the fall but not this semester.
I just saw her two weeks ago and now she's dead.
I am sad but I'm not too sad because I know she's in a better place now.
This helps me to remember what other people are going through and feel like when they come to the funeral home.
R.I.P. Dawn
Sigma Phi Sigma 2010

Spring Break Resolutions

With my spring break starting Thursday at 11 AM I have decided to make a few new resolutions.
(They say that making them in January is not helpful and I have found this to be true because I can't even remember the ones I made then.)
Ahem.
I am planning to: exercise more, eat more healthy and less junk, cook more, study more, procrastinate (no, better not put that one), pack my apartment up well before time to move and in the process clean out my closets and throw some junk away!
Wonder if I can keep up with such a stout list?
How many of these were on the Jan 1 list?

So Sleepy.......

I'm exhausted.
This whole "spring-ahead" business is over-rated in the sleep department.
Why can't they cut out an hour during the day?
Lots of people work on Saturdays and Sundays and would be glad to lose an hour......
Or at least I would.
I hate being sleep-deprived.
Why in the heck do I need 8 hours (sometimes more) to feel like I am at my very best and other people are so lucky as to bounce around all over the place everyday, running on four?
The world ain't fair I tell you.
Sigh............