It was enough to renew our sense of purpose. For a while. After two weeks of chopping,hauling, piling and seeing the “to do” pile was still larger than the “done piles.” (Seriously we have enough wood for five or six viking funerals) My husband was hearing my special words.
~Your dreams were not stupid.
~Everyone is as equally confused about life as you are.
~You don’t have to be mean to be successful.
~Your ability to love is stronger than any awkwardness.
The point: my response to the negative light cast upon police officers has been silence. Until now. Actually it is the same response I have towards negative aspersions cast upon anyone who has dedicated their lives towards making this country a better place. When are we going to say thank you? When are we going to say I pray for you? Why must we be quick to condemn and slow to appreciate? And lastly, why are we punishing the whole for the actions of the few? Trust me I feel punished when I hear the acerbic tone in your response of support to either side in this issue. I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one.
If You Tube says it’s easy it must be. Oh how quickly I forgot the many hours spent trying to learn the Single Lady Dance to only be able to show anybody what the first 12 seconds kind of looks like. Or, that time I tried doing my own eye brows. Or, or, or…You get the point.
Ghosts are scary, but unlike my preconceived notions that they would try to pull me into their world, I have learned they are scary because they force us to intentionally create something out of our world.
After 7 days of this, I realized 2 things. Mrs. B has an empty nest and she is depressed. Which is shocking because I still am the happiest depressed person I know. What happens next? Is this why old ladies have that big hair? It this why old men feed birds at the park? Will my husband get more appreciable tastes in music? (We can only hope) I think it’s the not knowing what’s next is what makes this so hard.