Mood: ‘Letting Go’ by James Dooley
Oh, Life, Sometimes You Can Be A Sonuvabitch!
My mother’s 86th birthday is coming up October 4th. I was trying to figure out what to do for her that would be memorable. She had been chatting with her older sister for many years, mostly by phone, and they always have a great rapport, so I had a thought.
I called my cousin, my aunt’s son, and asked what the possibility of traveling from Arizona to North Carolina might be to surprise Mom for her birthday. After a week or so of checking schedules and flights, the plan was in motion! We were trying to thing of ways the surprise would go: having her sister walk into the restaurant we might eat at; having her ‘shopping’ and run into us while we were provisioning; ordering a pizza and having her ring the doorbell… The ideas were many. Her sister is so excited to visit, it’s all she could talk about!
Well, a week and a half ago, I get a cal from my cousi with the terrible news that his mother, my aunt, mom’s sister had passed on. She was 92.
It was my cousin who called me at work to give the news. I then had to go home and tell my mother that her sister had passed. It was a difficult task. When I get to crying I can’t really speak, and this tend to freak people out. Which is, of course, what happened before I could get the terrible sentence out.
When Things Just Won’t Go Write
That same week, maybe 98% done writing my book, something goes haywire and my Pages file won’t open, stating something like I need to sync two versions. 😳🤔. Yet, every time I try to open the file to do so, it shuts down and even freezes my iPad for 5 seconds. This went on for a week!
I looked online for instructions. They didn’t work a they should, shutting the program down and freezing the iPad for 5 seconds. Very frustrating and stressful! Some 375 pages of a ten-year project possibly gone!
I am certain I did something I had done several times before, just out of frustration and suddenly it was back!!! 😓
Recovery
For both of those events, we must move on and in the best light possible, along with allowing the emotion to run its course. Of course, the recovery of my book is the least to deal with emotionally, but it just gave me the impetus to get on with it and get it, finally, done As to the loos of an aunt and sister, we are left with the memories, and they are good ones!
Keep on keeping on, SGers! I hop this finde you well and you keep on being well!
