05-08-22 Mixed Emotions
Every day arrives with baggage. One can feel all the feels, or acknowledge them and not let them overwhelm. I choose to acknowledge, to realize and to live in the moment that is this day and all that it brings. Today is the 18th anniversary of my father crashing his plane and leaving us but by now I am am able to sit in the sad of losing him and remember all that he taught me, genetically left me and soak up the gratitude of being his legacy. That does carry weight. But it also carries the joy, this Mother’s Day of my legacy. I have three amazing humans on this planet who move me in a way no one else can. I was treated to messages and phone calls today that fill my tank. As I putted through my day of chores and relaxing I received lovely messages from each of my progeny and even a lovely text from my Grandson, Gene who bears the name of my Dad. I had a call from Jake that left me very connected and laughing. We got talking about the genetic possibilities and I was left in laughter when he said, “ so we only have mental health issues carried down which means we will live a long time but be really sad about it.” He may have hit the nail on the head but really we can only laugh about it now.
I did enjoy spending time playing Lego this afternoon, building the Mandalorian and Grogu that my friends sent me for my birthday. It was a nice thing to do after cooking up a meal for the next couple days.
I reached out to my friend who works with the homeless in town to find out where to drop off the cookies from yesterday and went to drop them off at the hotel housing the homeless in town as there are many Moms and everyone had a Mom. They were very grateful to get them and I am thankful for being able to make that happen.
Dinner was at Rae-Anne and Rogers, shopped and cooked for by Bill and Roger. The brought Rogers mom From the home she is in for dinner as well and it was bitter sweet as we know that tomorrow she will be told she is moving to the Green home where her husband is because her mental issues have made it that she cannot stay where she is any longer. It will be a big and stressful change for her. While we were all visiting, Chevelle, the lovely young daughter of the friends next door brought over flower baskets that she made at school as gifts. She was sad because the deer got to them but I told her it would be a surprise what colour the flowers would be when they bloomed again.
Bill didn’t realize ahead of time it was the anniversary of Dad’s death but he did remember once he became aware that I like to have a scotch on that day so he went home and got his good scotch and set it up for us. It was lovely to share that tradition with the family.
Once most had left or gone to bed, Roger lit a fire and we sat outside and payed Rummikube with Aymo, who of course won the first game he has ever played. The students have agreed to come on our trip to Drumheller on the long weekend and we are all looking forward to it.
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