A Remembrance Video of Mattie

Thank you for keeping Mattie's memory alive!

Dear Mattie Blog Readers,

It means a great deal to me that you take the time to write and to share your thoughts, feelings, and reflections on Mattie's battle and death. Your messages are very meaningful and help support me through very challenging times. I am forever grateful. As my readers know, I promised to write the blog for a year after Mattie's death, which would mean that I could technically have stopped writing on September 9, 2010. However, like my journey with grief there is so much that still needs to be processed and fortunately I have a willing support network still committed to reading. Therefore, the blog continues on. If I should find the need to stop writing, I assure you I will give you advanced notice. In the mean time, thank you for reading, thank you for having the courage to share this journey with me, and most importantly thank you for keeping Mattie's memory alive.


As Mattie would say, Ooga Booga (meaning, I LOVE YOU)! Vicki



January 6, 2024

Saturday, January 6, 2023

Saturday, January 6, 2023

Tonight's picture was taken in January of 2003. Mattie was 9 months old and as you can see, he had quite a personality even back then. Mattie was born on! Look at that expression and smile. Mattie loved to be surrounded by his books and toys and especially loved pulling me into his antics. Those were the days and most likely while living them, I didn't realize how lucky I was. 

Quote of the day: The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly. ~ F. Scott Fitzgerald


I found tonight's quote and it practically jumped off the page at me. As I absolutely relate to its sentiments. Today was the kind of day Fitzgerald was talking about. Of course the damp, raw, and rainy weather did not help my mood. I was in such a funk, I did not leave the house today. The notion of schlepping my dad around in the rain was sickening to me. So therefore I elected.... that we were NOT going out. 

While my dad's physical therapist was visiting today, I went to the basement to wrap, pack, and store all the things I took out for Christmas. I have been cleaning up Christmas all week. I have to do it in stages. But today's work was labor intensive as it meant lifting heavy bins and putting them up on shelves. Mind you in September I injured my back and that triggered my sciatic nerve pain. Pain that I still have and it has yet to go away. After several hours of clean up today, I can say that everything is safely tucked away and the house has been de-Christmas'ed. Honestly I can take just so much Christmas, as I learned years ago that the Norman Rockwell image of the holidays was an illusion. 

Adding to my mood was watching Sunny's decline. He refused all food today. I tried fresh fish, freshly cooked pasta, cheese, and all of his favorites. NOTHING went down, including his pills (which I put in duck pate!). I am hoping tomorrow is a better day. 

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