Saturday was D-Day.
My BFF and Sister, her hubby and my precious little beastly niece drove off and moved 105 miles away. We spent the day unloading and unpacking, and bawling our eyes out. Then we packed up and headed to dinner. These are the pics...but they do not tell the REAL story.
My BFF and Sister, her hubby and my precious little beastly niece drove off and moved 105 miles away. We spent the day unloading and unpacking, and bawling our eyes out. Then we packed up and headed to dinner. These are the pics...but they do not tell the REAL story.
Team CAT...Gunkle JW with the Big Boys
My WONDERFUL Hubby, drove all the way by himself so that the Boys could ride with JW and I could ride with my Sister and the Girls....but don't feel to sorry about him...he had Billy Idol.
Vowing to NOT cry on the way "Brandy"...I think we ALMOST made it.
The Beast found the best new thing about her new house...the door stop.
The Beast's New Crib
My Hubby, under the cover of the shades is completely passed out.
Dinner with no eye makeup since we had cried it all off.
CHEESE!!!
Crack and The Beast
Beez was eating this plate of salad...and somehow was chewing around this one piece of lettuce that was hanging out of her mouth.
Gunkle JW and The Beast, with Snake and Beez in the background.
Gunkle JW and The Beast, with Snake and Beez in the background.
Here is the REAL STORY...it was awful. Possibly the worst thing ever is to help unpack your BFF and little sister in her new apartment 105 miles away. There was nothing that was pleasant...except the company. Putting dishes away, knowing that lunch would not be shared the following week...was awful. Putting her coffee cups away was the worst because we share a cup of Joe at least 4 days a week.
Setting up The Beasts room was bitter sweet...a new big girl bed....but it was too far away. Playing on the playground was fun...but not as fun as playing in our backyard.
Leaving after dinner as possibly the worst thing ever. I have been thinking about why this was hard. I mean, we have been through some really tough times together. But this was different. Instead of one of us leading the other through a trial, or heartache, or even joy...we were both in over our heads, and unable to help the other one. All of this was made worse by the fact the ALL THREE of my kids were in full blown ugly cries as we tried to get in the car to leave. The Beez, was understandably the hardest hit, and I was no help, for I was the leader of the Ugly Cry Movement.
I could name a hundred other things that would be worse...but it does not matter. For my heart is broken, and I am not sure I want it fixed. I want to miss them as much in a month as I do today. And for that matter, in a year as well.
So, today and tomorrow and I am sure next week, will be filled with many tears, but hopefully the ugly will wear off soon. I have made a pact with the kids to try not to cry on the phone...only because we do not want to miss out on the happy times...which in turn means, that a lot of our phone calls have abruptly cut off like this...."(tear, sob, deep breath) I have got to go"
2 comments:
You're in my prayers. I'm preparing for my best friend to move away. Being an Army wife you'd think I'd be used to it, but it does not get easier, especially when you have a connection of the heart.
It will get easier and you WILL want the pain to eleviate, because you don't want sadness to cloud the beautiful memories you have, and she's not out of your life, just 1 1/2 hrs away and you'll have new adventures together...now it'll just be traveling to each other, meeting in the middle, finding ways to make your daily conversations to feel like she's sitting in your kitchen and vice versa.
Be gentle with yourself, and know tomorrow maybe the sun will shine just a tiny big brighter, even when you don't want it to.
(((((((((((hugs))))))))))))))
I read the book 'The Jesus I Never Knew' by Phillip Yancey a while back and one of the things from it that has stayed with me is how when Jesus walked this earth He actually felt more deeply than we do. I had somehow gotten the idea in my head that Jesus was unfazed by life's frustrations and pains and joys and that I too was supposed to somehow keep myself unfazed. When I understood how wrong my thinking had been I was free to accept my feelings and then to feel more deeply. Don't worry about hurrying the pain away. Over time it will lessen and there's no need to rush it.
With the help of the Holy Spirit we can still live victorious through the pain.
I'm praying,
Bridget
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