Tonight's picture was taken on Halloween of 2008. This was our last Halloween with Mattie. He did trick or treating at both the hospital and at his friend, Zachary's house. I will never forget how Mattie chose this costume. His art therapists had Mattie come into clinic, when it was closed. Mattie got to go through each costume and decided that he wanted this one! When we asked him how he chose this one, he said that the costume covered his bald head and you couldn't tell that his arm was bandaged from surgery. So in essence he felt like he looked like any other kid when wrapped up as a mummy. I will always be grateful to Mattie's art therapists, who were so compassionate and understood that there would have been no way Mattie would have picked out a costume when other children were around.
Quote of the day: There is always a lesson of a lifetime to learn in every betrayal. ~ Edmond Mbiaka
As if my life wasn't already a complete disaster. I got an email from my attorney today, and I am now officially divorced. Nothing about my divorce process has been normal and at every stage of the process, so much of it has been out of my control. Which is never a good feeling. Nothing was decided together, in fact, once Peter walked out of me, that was it. No phone calls, no visits, and hardly a response to an email or text message. It is as if he closed the door on his previous life, and has moved into a completely NEW WORLD. You would think that a year into this separation, I would feel more stable, happier, and more secure. I feel none of these.
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Vickie, I thought you might agree that this poem is something we can agree upon. I hold you in my thoughts often, and know you have a friend who sits by your side, just to listen. You are the sister of my heart.
Sadness came to tea last night
as she’s often done before
but I didn’t let her in this time
I stopped her at the door
“I’m off to meet with friends”, I said
“your timing isn’t right
I can’t allow your atmosphere
it’s not the place tonight”
but sadness wouldn’t take the hint
her manners lack finesse
her pace was slow and heavy
yet she kept up nonetheless
and even when I took my place
amongst my laughing friends
she squeezed herself right in-between
her boldness never ends
and I was sure my friends would see
this spectre at the feast
and somehow think me lesser
for inviting such a beast
but no, their warmth was undeterred
as if nothing was new
I think perhaps they know by now
I sometimes come as two
and even sadness seemed to glow
a lighter shade of grey
to know that she’s accepted
seemed to lighten up her day
so let your sad accompany you
don’t think her hard to bear
no need to face her all alone
just pull an extra chair.
Donna Ashworth
Chris, this is brilliant! It most definitely is true. We carry sadness within us ALWAYS. It doesn't go away (as we learned with child loss) ever! The question is who will accept our reality, and give us this extra chair? Thank you for caring, writing, and support on this journey. I appreciate you. Vicki
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