Incoming SCuDS

Friday, September 30, 2011

I “should” be doing other work this morning as I try to stay one step ahead of my pilot writing journal. The desire to launch the new program on October 1 won’t be met. I can’t count the slipped deadlines I’ve created and were passed unfulfilled. It’s understandable I’m told, but I don’t have to like it. At the same time, I suppose I have made notable progress, more forward than backwards.

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Sounds of Life

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Tip-tap tip-tap tip-tat. That’s the sound of me in my executive high heels staying just one step ahead of my work. I’m in a hurry for a good reason. The Navigating Grief online journal community is in pilot with some trustworthy friends. I am in the final stage before I invite everyone to join us. (Not much longer!) I am most excited because this is a fantastic and accessible tool for anyone wishing to discover themselves and in particular, their grief, through writing. It’s better than I had hoped.
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Day by Day

Friday, September 16, 2011

We are over the hump. Anniversary and Birthday are new memories. I can’t shake that anticipation / expectation feeling that came with these dates as they approached. I know that “the holidays” are next.

I have decided to look at every day as gravy. The no-fat variety. I didn’t expect to wake up with Dave by my side on these September morns. And, here we are. So these days are each and every one “gravy.” Yum!

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Grief Expectations

Monday, September 12, 2011

I’m tired. I want to write about our 28th anniversary yesterday and our wedding day September 11, 1983. That’s before the date was usurped by terrorism on America and its collective loss. However, the stories are draining to me right now.

I am tired.
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Tuesday September 6, 2011

Here I sit a week later from the last writing. I can’t even keep up with my own thoughts these says. Last Spring I could not fathom Dave living this long, to see his birthday coming up in a week. February and March brought such a decline in his health the only direction seemed to be down.
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