Happy New Year !
I have enjoyed posting and connecting with all of you. I have been encouraged through all my mishaps like my torn rotator cuff muscles and worries over Tom’s operations, his lung removal last year and knee replacement this year. I loved seeing all of the hummingbird pictures during the summer, and reading about rescue dogs and all the cat posts.
Thank you
@flyingdumbo127 for all the encouragement, positivity and prayers you offer all!
Tom and I are at BLT and we will try to stay up for the NYE fireworks. I woke up before midnight last night, to see the fireworks.
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So glad you made it safely and are having a good time. Looks awesome! Strange to think we were just by there a week ago Monday!
Did your surprise package to your patient get delivered? I just thought of that. I know it brought/will bring her much cheer when it does.
I was so busy this past weekend for three shifts that I did not even get a chance to go to see her!
I am also really worried about my elderly friend and I can’t get in touch with her. Unfortunate timing of her accident where we were going away. We each left messages on the other’s phone but didn’t connect. And now she’s out of the hospital and gone to rehab and I can’t find her!

The hospital can’t tell me where she went, and apparently she doesn’t have her cell phone with her. I called several rehabs in our area and she’s not there, so I don’t know where she is and can’t get back to her. She left me two messages (that just about broke my heart) and I left her two, but she has no way of hearing mine.

I might try to go by her apartment complex today to see if I can find anyone who knows where she is. Apparently she broke
both of her legs in the fall she took, and one side was especially bad, requiring complex surgery. It pains me to think of that happening to her, and what it means for her future. She will not be able to go back to her living situation alone if it’s deemed unsafe

and I know that will be devastating to her. I’d broached the subject of assisted living with her recently and she’d said she couldn‘t afford it. I’m hoping if I can find her that I can help support her in some decision making and advocate for her however I can. I would still love to be able to try to get her into some sort of assisted living situation as opposed to a skilled care facility. Please keep her in your prayers, she needs them.
Hello friends,
It was nice to read of everyone’s holiday. It was a very sad Christmas hear with lots of tears, and lots of memories. I know in time those memories will bring joy instead of hard they are now.
I am having the hardest time with the loneliness, we were together most days from morning til night. I’m also having a hard time feeling guilty when I have a nice time or when I am having a brief time of not grieving. Irrational, I know, but you feel what you feel.
I just can’t believe I will never see him again, it is so painful to even imagine. His shoes are still sitting on the rug by the door, I can’t move them.
Our son is having a very hard time with all of this, I wish I could find the strength to be of comfort to him, but I just can’t stop the crying.
Tomorrow I have to go to the funeral home to pick up his ashes. I cried so hard and still am when I got the email. They said I could come “ to bring him home”
What a stupid thing to write.
Dazed, sending you a big virtual hug. It’s hard enough to go through all that but I think that it happening right before the holidays made it extra hard. Please try not to feel guilty for having moments where you’re not grieving. I’m sure your husband would want for you to have peace in your life and to try to eventually find happiness. In many ways you have to carry on for the two of you, right? Don’t you think that’s what he’d want for you?
I was only about 24 when my father died, but it was so sudden, and things were so messed up at the time, that it really hit me hard, and I could not stop crying, either. I was in nursing school at the time, and in clinicals, as well as working in an ER. I went to work one day and someone asked me how I was doing, and I couldn’t even answer, all I could do was cry. They sent me to the head nurse and she was so kind about it, and sent me home, telling me to take my time coming back.
Clinicals were different, though, and I couldn’t miss much in order to pass. One early morning (we had to be there at 6am) I was in the hospital cafeteria, where our group always met, and no one sat with me. My clinical instructor, a guy who was great (and who I think God probably put in my path at that time for a reason) came over and sat with me. I was crying. I told him it hurt that no one would sit with me. He said something like, “Can you blame them?” and I was a little peeved because I thought that, as nurses, someone crying shouldn’t put them off that way. But it was sort of like I couldn’t stop, so I let it go. (They later left me alone at lunch, too.)
I also had a psychiatric clinical at the same time, and I did not like my clinical instructor. I remember sitting at the conference table talking about clinical things and I just kept crying and couldn’t stop. Talk about uncomfortable! I was trying not to, and holding in sobs, and she didn’t even acknowledge it or talk about that. If that were me I think it would’ve been a great lesson for a group of young nursing students in how to support someone who is grieving so acutely. But whatever. I remember thinking something to the effect of, ”How can the world keep going on when I’ve suffered such a loss?” Anyway, the lesson I learned with that, for me, has helped me to help other people. I’m not afraid to sit with someone or talk to someone who is grieving. There’s always the chance you could say something unintendedly stupid, but overall it’s good to be there, I think. (At the funeral my best friend from school elbowed her fiancé up at the casket when he said something like, “It’s been 25 years since I lost my father and I still miss him every day”, which made me cry when I’d been able to talk to people up to that point. (Lol.) I never forgot that. And during the whole service I cried and cried, and could barely talk to people afterward.
Strangely enough, at my mother’s services, I didn’t cry at all. It wasn’t until we had to leave her at the cemetery that I started. I was so protective of her I had a hard time leaving her there. But thankfully the nice man from our funeral home stayed, and made sure she got to where she was going, next to my father (where
@PollyannaMom puts flags out). It was this time of year three years ago now (hard to believe) and there was snow and ice on the ground, so they had to create a track made of wood to wheel the casket from the chapel area to the gravesite, and just seeing that made me feel awful. (It’s so beautiful there in the summer!) But thankfully the nice man had my back and I left it with him to take over where I couldn’t. This will sound strange, but sometimes I have to take care of people after they’ve passed, and also bring them down to the morgue, and it honors me to do so. I give it the highest regard. My DS does the same thing in his job now. Recently he had to take a child down there, and it was really hard for him. It was nice of the hospital personnel to include him in their decompression briefs because he’d had to do so. (Some losses are traumatic for staff, believe it or not, so they sometimes offer support, if needed.) I love that he has the compassion gene.
Didn’t mean to go so OT but I guess I’m just trying to convey to dazed (and others) that it’s ok to cry.

Losing those we love the most is one of the hardest parts of life, I think.
@dazedx3 ,
Mona, you mentioned butter sandwiches. I remember when I was a child the kids across the street ate butter sandwiches. They sprinkled sugar on top of the butter and then folded it over as a half sandwich. I never ate one.
We were supposed to have severe storms today but it all moved east and we've had just a little drizzle.
The GK's are supposed to come home tomorrow. We shall see. DD is wound up tighter than a drum. She actually tried to start an argument with me over something like a tomato/tomahto type of word usage. She went to her room and will probably stay there the rest of the evening. Oh, this is wearing on the soul.
DH cooked dinner tonight. We had hamburgers, crispy crowns and pork n beans.
That’s funny that you mentioned the butter sandwiches with sugar. Not something I’ve ever heard of, yet DD had a patient recently who was requesting them (but with Splenda, as diabetic!). I will have to tell her about this, lol.
I was beyond exhausted yesterday and fell asleep early. Grady woke me up to go out around 0330 so I’ve been up since then. Got a lot of my housework done since I was awake, and then saw DH and DS off to work. Probably going to take dogs out early to get them some exercise and I have a few errands to run, then have to do some paperwork when I get home. At some point will have to start the pot roast unless I decide to do it tomorrow instead and just get a bite to eat somewhere tonight. We’ll see. (DH doesn’t take a lot of convincing.) DS is up for a promotion at work, interviewing this week. Fingers crossed that he gets it, not just for the experience, but it would be a significant pay raise. He is doing baseball practice later. He’s going down to FL again for a tournament closer to spring with a new group of players, including DD‘s boyfriend, and he’s getting ready for that. They might do a side trip for a day or two at Disney too.
Have a good Tuesday, everyone.
