Friday, November 16, 2012

With unquestionable Faith, unrelenting Determination, and selfless Love




I obviously don’t remember this moment because I’m the baby being baptized. Nonetheless I still love the strong emotions I feel from it. Looking at it you may just see a moment in a time, repetitive to tons of other baptismal pictures, it’s probably nothing special. You would be wrong. My Aunt Dean is holding me. The look on her face is the look of someone with tremendous faith; and not the questionable kind that sends many to church as a precaution in case there is a Heaven. No, this woman’s faith was unshakable.

I also see determination; a determination that brought her through some of the hardest moments anyone can imagine with grace and smile on her face. Could you stand under the weight of the only world you know of crumbling around you and your family; and steadily picking up the pieces while still being the rock that holds it together? She didn't imagine it, she just did it.

You wouldn't know it from this picture but she took her role as godmother very seriously. A godmother is traditionally the one who steps up the role as the parents in the absence of the child’s parent(s). This explains why my aunt dean has always been so much more to me than just an aunt. Those summers in Port Arthur with her hold the greatest memories of my young life. In the absence of my parents she was my parent, my protector, and my guardian. No wonder why leaving there was always so very difficult on me. Although I never cried, my eyes were “just sweat’n”.

Finally I see love, a love so flawless and pure. A love she shared freely with family, friends and strangers alike. Through her unending love she could and would without question be who you needed her to be; a shoulder to cry on, an ear to listen to your complaints, a vessel for you to empty your anger on, someone to sit on the porch and laugh with, it never mattered to her she was just happy to be there, to be needed.

So many people need her today and I can’t help but think she is with all of us wherever we are. Somewhere in a hospital room she has her hands around you, comforting you, offering you her shoulder. On a porch swing or rocking in a rocking chair near you she sits smiling just enjoying the moments you are remembering. Patting your back as you choke back the tears for her and whispering something comforting and equally confusing in Cajun French in your ear.

With unquestionable Faith, unrelenting Determination, and selfless Love she moves on today, without us. It hurts and I don’t think that hurt ever goes away. Instead it just becomes a reminder of how much we will always love her, we will always need her and how she’s always with us.

I know she will be so excited to be reunited with so many of her loved ones that have passed. Like her mother, Grandma Rose, her brother Uncle Garland, her mother in law Maw Maw Duvail (who will probably as her what took so long) and many, many, more. I am also asking my personal angels to be waiting for her. I ask Mrs. Katherine to walk with her in faith as the journey seems long. I ask Uncle Craig to protect her if she feels weak. I ask Anna and Julia to show her the short cut to the feastivities  And finally I ask Granddaddy to introduce her to kibbie. She may not like it Granddaddy but she will smile and you’ll never know the difference.

I love you Aunt Dean….love sara


Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Overwhelm Me


Overwhelm me


Take my breath away

Make me doubt everything

Make me question my feelings

Make me question my convictions

Make me doubt my insecurities



Push me harder, farther, for longer

Steal your favorite parts of me

Rattle my deepest cages



Leave me breathless
Leave me restless

Leave me reeling
Leave me wanting



Leave behind memories to haunt me

Give me enough to Change me

But not enough to ruin me



Your breath a distant echo across my skin

Sends chills through me

Leaves me breathless


Your words tumbling through my mind

Leaves me restless


The lingering heat of your touch

Leaves me reeling, my blood boiling


Dark daydreams of what you can do to me

Leaves me wanting



Blood pumping

Breath strained

Soul unsettled

Craving pinned down



Thru the flames..

I’m Alive

I’m Awake

I’m Aware of the way you:



Overwhelm me.

Monday, September 12, 2011

My Promise To You Anna and To You Julia

I will allow myself to feel.
No, I will make myself feel.
Even if this pain in my chest never subsides; I welcome it.
I will not disgrace your beautiful lives by begging for relief or peace.
I will carry this grief proudly, as a scar on my heart, in your honor.

I will let myself scream.
I will scream out loud and deep inside.
I will scream and cry up at the sky blaming it for taking you too soon.
AND I will scream for Justice.

I will cry and I will cry often.
Time will go on and I will continue to cry for your children, your brothers and sisters, your friends and family.
But today I am being selfish, I am crying for myself.
I want you both here for my own reasons. Instead of pushing those reasons aside, today I will cry for each one of them.
I cry because I won’t be able to ever hear your voice again.
I cry because I know eventually there will come a day that I no longer even remember what it sounds like.
I cry for the time when I can no longer remember every detail about you so vividly and I need to rely on a picture to remind me.
I cry for all the times I know I will need you and you won’t be there.
Most of all I cry for all the times I took you for granted; putting off till tomorrow what I should have said today.
I never knew I wouldn’t get the chance.

I will make sure to remember.
I will remember the way your smile lit up every room.
I will remember the times we talked and our laughter spread (loudly) like wildfire, drowning out everyone else around us.
I will remember the vibrant way you lived each second to its fullest.
And I will remember you would want me to do the same.

My tribute to both of you:
As time goes on and my feeble mind fails me; I will never forget just how much I love you.

Love Always, Sara

Friday, April 29, 2011

Not my Dad...


Not my Dad….

I’ve known him since I was 8 yrs old, right around the time your memories start collecting for later use. He's not my Dad but growing up I always wished he was. He's not my Dad but I love him just the same.

I remember a lot from my child hood. Some things I wish I could forget and some I wish would stop fading away. People who once held active rolls in the movie reels in my mind now only look like still images when I think of them. I can’t remember the sound of their voice, their likes or dislikes, the way they said my name, what made them smile, if I ever saw them cry, or how they loved; I only remember a name and a photograph. This is to help me never forget a very special man in my life.

He loves children, but more importantly, children love him. They flock to him once he gets on his knees to speak to them at eye level. I’ve watched as he went in ever so carefully and used his mustache to tickle a little ones neck. The child squealing with laughter runs away looking back to make sure he is following them. Of course he is, he enjoys it as much as they do.

No matter how old you are he always says “come here and let me love on you”. His smiles are genuine, his laughs contagious, his cartoon character voices perfection, and the way he raises his eyes brow tells you he isn’t buying that load you just let dump out of your mouth! He has a way of monopolizing a room like no other. He invented the movie quote game! The man knows his movies and every line in them! He has a story to tell for every occasion and each are worth the time and leaves you laughing in unison with him……

Everything before this point I wrote on August 30th and couldn’t bring myself to go any further through the tears. I couldn’t imagine a world without him in it. Even though the last 10 years he was not an active player in my life, he never left me. His stories, laughter, phrases, hugs, kisses were always there for me when I needed them.

I don’t think I ever told him how much he really meant to me. I hope he knew.

Since he passed just a couple weeks ago memories have flooded forward despite my trying to hold them back. No amount of spring cleaning or music will stop them from appearing. I don’t wish to lose them but I wish they would respect my very selfish wishes just to sulk in my misery for a while.

I am angry. No, I am pissed. I am confused. I am sad. I am afraid.

I am grieving.

I feel like something is in my chest waiting to burst free but my rib cage is holding it in. If I could only relieve some of the pressure it would be tolerable.

But I can’t and deep down I know I wouldn’t even if I could. I need to feel this loss for him. I need to feel sorry for myself. I lost a wonderful person and his life is worth grieving over.

I don’t know how long I will grieve and neither does anyone else. We each process such a tremendous loss differently. I do wish to honor him regularly by remembering his stories, jokes, voices and funny sayings and share them with others, esp my children.

Going through some old pictures to put on here of Uncle Craig, I found a poem that I wrote 9-14-2002 that I think is very fitting. Despite the fact that it has not been a year since he left us, it still explains so much. I think I will look back in a year from now and find myself feeling exactly this:

YOU ARE NOT HERE

You are not here but your birthday still came
You are not here but the seasons still change

The sun still rises and the moon beams,
The clouds still rain and the trees still sway with the breeze

So many birthdays and season passed while you were here,
Yet all I’ve dwelled on is this past year
This year filled with sorrow, pain and tears

Sorrow- because I know I won’t see you tomorrow
Pain- whenever someone mentions your name
Tears- for all the years I took for granted,

I took for granted that you would always be near
I took for granted that whenever I was in pain all I had to do was call out your name
I took for granted that I would not cry these tears for you, for many, many years

But as I stand here today
The sorrow, pain and tears still streaming down my face;

I smile

I smile because I know you are with me when the sun rises,
I smile because I know you are with me when the moon beams,
I smile because I know you are with me when I watch the trees sway with the breeze

And I smile because I know you will always be with me in my most cherished memories…

For all the times I never said it: I love you Uncle Craig…





Monday, April 25, 2011

Our History. Happy Anniversary Babbie! :)

So much has happened over the last 15 years. Here is a look back at…Our History.
1996 gas was $1.02 a gallon. Bill Clinton defeated Ross Perot and Bob Dole. Windows 4.0 was released. DVD’s were launched in Japan. Spice Girls were #1. The quotes “You had me at hello.” And “You. Complete. Me” were coined from the popular movie Jerry Maquire.
For me the most important thing that happened in 1996 was on April 19. I met my best friend. He was skipping his 4th hour and was at 2nd lunch and asked me for my number. What an insignificant moment in a teenager’s life…but not for me. This small moment in time, slight fork in the road, or gentle rivers bend, changed the course of two lives; and eventually 5.
1997 gas was $1.22 a gallon. $4.59 per movie ticket. Princess Diana was killed in France. 1.5 billion people around the world watched her funeral. Mike Tyson bit Holyfield’s ear and was suspended from boxing. Titanic was one of the highest grossed films. Hanson was the trending group.
1997 also marked the first year of our difficult journey together. Myself being plagued with thoughts that all of this was too sudden and could never last and Chris pushing for forever; it was a tumultuous time that neither of us were certain we’d ever make it through. I lied and cheated to get what I wanted, these things I regret to this day.
1998 one dozen eggs cost $0.88. Google was founded. Windows 98 was introduced. The song “I don’t wanna miss a thing” from the movie Armagedon put Aerosmith back on the Billboard top 100; a first in 28 years for them. Bill Clinton/Monica Lewinsky fiasco makes the statements “I did not have sexual relations with that woman.” And “It depends on what the definition of IS , is.” A regular part of SNL skits. After the DNA evidence on the infamous blue dress was revealed he ultimately admitting to an “improper physical relationship” with Mrs. Lewinsky.
This very year marked two years of ups and downs; break ups and make ups and a bond that was stronger than either of us knew at the time. 1998 was also the year of my high school graduation. A time that could have easily ended us permanently since Chris would still be in high school the following year while I would attend college. Luckily for the future of our family college didn’t last long for me and high school was far from the end of Us.
1999 Coffee was 3.41 a lb. Ford bought Volvo. The movie Star Wars Episode I : The Phantom Menace added a whole new group of followers to the sci-fi diehards. “Baby one more time” launched Britney Spears into the music industry. The Columbine shooting devastated parents all over the nation. Myspace, Bluetooth, and Napster were introduced.
Most importantly 1999, signifies the birth of our first born, Gabriella Daniel and the shift from Sara and Chris to Mommy and Daddy. As a mother the first year was very challenging. I owe so much to Chris for taking up all the slack in every place I lacked emotionally, physically, and mentally.
He stayed home 24/7 this year and raised our daughter while I worked. The bond that Gabbie and he still share from this time is so strong and I can’t help but be so proud of him. In 1999 Chris changed completely, for the best. I can never successfully describe how this rocketed my love for him so much deeper. But I am certain it did.
2000 Average rent was $675.00. Vermont legalizes Civil Unions for same sex couples. A vessel spilled about 13,000 barrels of Nigerian sweet crude oil in Venice, La; temporarily shutting down the Mississippi River. Y2K passes without the end of the world, or the end of technology. Creed’s “With arms wide open” topped the charts.
2000 also signifies a long split in our relationship which, by all accounts, should have ended us completely. Despite dual restraining orders, a severe wreck Chris thankfully survived from, and Gabbie’s 24/7 cries for her daddie; the story does not end here.
2001 gas at $1.46 a gallon. Timothy McVeigh the Oklahoma City Bomber was executed. Enron filed Chapter 11 bankruptcy. Anthrax scares all over the US. Wikipedia was launched. iPod was released. The movie Pearl Harbor introduces a heart wrenching love triangle. Butterfly by Crazy Town played continuously on the radio stations.
2001 catapulted Gabbie into the roll of “big sister” without her knowledge or understanding. On December 24, 2001 our beautiful tan Lebanese baby girl Emily Alexis was born. Chris was only home for a few days after her birth. Despite my working full time as well, Chris was forced to stay offshore for months to barely keep us above water before reuniting with her again. 2001 was a particularly dark and lonely time for me. Knowing that Chris would be home at some point and the help from my mom and Melissa are the only things that brought me through the darkness; figuratively and literally. (For a little bit me and the girls had no electricity. Lol)
2002 $1.62 for a gallon of gas. Two snipers terrorized Washington D.C., killing 10 innocent bystanders before being caught. Elizabeth Smart was kidnapped from her bed while her entire family slept. A total of 40 million people in the world were currently then infected with AIDS/HIV. Spider-man became the first film to pass the $100 million mark in the first weekend.
April 25, 2002 I married my best friend at a very small ceremony in the library of the Court house; by Judge Kent Savoie. I remember his comments on how big our smiles were during the ceremony. We had already been together (on and off) for six years and 3 days; had 2 children; a few car notes; a couple of animals, a restraining order…or 2; stayed up countless nights screaming, crying, fighting, and making up but nothing was more perfect than letting the words I felt in my heart come through my lips and make that promise to him.
2003: $1.83 for a gallon of gas. US plans Iraq invasion; weapons of mass destruction. Shock and Awe Campaign. French Fries are temporarily changed to “Freedom Fries”. Saddam Hussien was captured. The Terminator was elected governor of California. The Space Shuttle Columbia disintegrated over Texas killing all 7 astronauts aboard. iTunes was launched. Finding Nemo was the most popular kids movie. Limp Bizkit performed live for the first time in two years at WWE’S Wrestle Mania XIX (19).
2004: $2.10 for a gallon of gas. The CIA admits that there was NO imminent threat from weapons of mass destruction before 2003 invasion of Iraq. Bush wins election against Kerry. Martha Stewart is convicted and sentenced to 5 months. Scott Peterson is found guilty of murdering his pregnant wife, Laci Peterson. Janet Jacksons wardrobe “malfunction” during the Super Bowl was called a staged hoax. Mel Gibson’s The Passion of Christ is both criticized and praised equally. Britney Spears had a 48 hr publicity stunt…I mean marriage.
2003 we moved into a townhome south of town and all too quickly began looking into buying a home. 2003 also embarked a year that was extremely difficult for Gabbie’s health. From 2003 to 2004 the medications that seemed to be changed with the seasons had many horrific side effects. Her seizures were out of control and Chris unfortunately (after 4 yrs of her having them) witnessed the very end of a very awful one. With the insurance that Chris’ offshore job provided and with the support of my husband I began the grueling process of demanding proper medical treatment for our daughter. 2004 we began the process of learning our first fateful lesson of dishonesty in the housing industry; we became home owners.
2005 $3.18 for a gallon of gas. Hurricane Katrina and Hurricane Rita hit. Pope John Paul II died. Michael Jackson is found NOT guilty of Child Molestation. The US Supreme Court ruled Medical Marijuana users CAN be prosecuted for violating federal drug laws. Xbox 360 was released.
February 2, 2005 the final addition to our family, Zachary Michael was born. He made Emily and Gabbie proud big sisters and me and Chris Mommy and Daddy for the last time. Bittersweet. In 2005 we also agreed that it was time that Chris work closer to home.  Raising 3 kids alone was no longer something I wanted to do and Chris no longer wanted to be so far away from his family. The strain on our relationship and the rifts subsequent relationships caused were too much.
Chris ended his 6 year long career on the crew boats and took a position with a very substantial pay cut. He worked on the tug boats which was still on the water, but only locally and on a much smaller scale this time. With a schedule of time on and time home we began the slow process of mending our relationship from all the years of being apart 90-95% of the time.
2006 Iran refuses access to the U.N. inspectors. Charles C. Roberts walks into an Amish school and kills 5 Amish girls and wounds 5 more before killing himself. In the hours after the tragedy the wife of the shooter was comforted by members of the Amish community. Many members of the Amish community even attended the man’s funeral to support his family. Six US seaports are SOLD to the Middle East. The Wii is released. Justin Timberlake brought Sexy Back. Pirates of the Caribbean 2 was released and for the 2nd time since The Renaissance, rotten teeth, grimy skin, and filthy hair were a sex symbol; all thanks to Johnny Depp.
2006 Marks a huge financial change in our household. We quickly went from struggling, to abundance. I landed a promising job with an up and coming local Attorney and Chris’s hard work had finally begun to pay off. As the abundance became a regular occurrence our dreams of expanding our living space and getting out from under the financial mistake that hung over our heads began to gnaw.
2007 $3.38 for a gallon of gas. Virginia tech student kills 30 fellow students. iPhone was introduced. The final Harry Potter book was published. Transformers catapulted Megan Fox to sex symbol status. The Writers Guild of America goes on strike for over a year. Pimp C, Ike Turner, Evel Knievel and Boris Yeltsin died. Britney Spears mental instability surfaces publically when she shaves her head in front of tons of paparazzi.
2007 We traded in our old, beat up 3 door gas guzzling van and purchased a Honda Odyssey. Complete with leather, heated seats, DVD system, headphones, automatic sliding doors with the press of a button on the faab and amoung many other features the coveted 4th door. Only a few months later Chris purchased a truck off the same lot, newer than the van, got the towing package, all leather, DVD and Navigation system, satellite radio, and a few other aftermarket modifications.
We finally felt like we were living out our dreams. We could proudly look at each other and our family and have so much to be thankful for. Things were really good. Nope they were going great.
2008 In the summer gas prices skyrocket to $4.11 a gallon. The stamp is $0.42. Bank of America takes over Countrywide. The stimulus package doles out hundreds of dollars per household in hopes to “stimulate the economy”. The US “ok’s” production and marketing of food from cloned animals. $700 billion bailout plan is signed into law. Microsoft attempts to buy Yahoo for $44.6 billion.
2008 was a difficult year for decision making around here. Chris was working away a lot more than we had anticipated and planned on and all the burden of raising the kids fell completely back on my shoulders. With the kids getting older and homework taking hours upon hours a night; our routine was hectic to say the least. On top of everything Zachary was 3 and still barely talking even with speech therapy and Chris’s and my never ending coaxing to at least get a “moma” or “dada” from him.
But with the mounting stresses and the changes to the small confines of the office in which I worked, it all became too much. After a few months of breaking down daily over the stress of my own job and taking on the responsibilities of the “friend” that I had helped get a position for in the same office Chris helped me make a decision that was one of the hardest I had to do. I had to quit the job I loved. I loved the job because I had a passion for the legal field and for the people. I loved my boss as well and the last thing I wanted to do was let him down.
In the end it was the best decision for everyone I think. I became a stay at home mom again. With the help of my boss we were able to afford to have his tubes put in; and the talking commenced. Zak began speaking non-stop. The girls homework was still a struggle but was able to be completed. When Chris was home and the kids were at school, we had some much needed and much deserved time together.
In 2008 we were ready to move on and find a new home. Unfortunately I went about the process all the wrong way. I took a simple “sure go ahead and look but don’t make any decisions” and turned it into “sure do whatever you want to honey!”
 Nonetheless…We found our “dream home”. 5 bedrooms 3 bathrooms, huge living dining rooms, remodeled throughout, within our selected price range. And even better we had saved plenty to put the down payment and make any cosmetic changes we felt necessary before moving in. We brought our family and friends over to the house; because it was going to be ours! Everyone knew it! Everyone said it was a done deal. We paid for the inspection and appraisal to be done. We mapped out which room would be whose, what we would put in the spare room. We agreed on just about everything. We had it all planned out, it was in the bag…Or so we thought.
2009 $2.73 for a gallon of gas. $7.50 for a movie ticket. Barak Obama was inaugurated as the 44th president. Michael Jackson died. Swine flu is announced as a global pandemic. Bill Clinton meets with Kim Jong-il and convinces him to pardon and release the two American journalists. Kanye West interrupted Taylor Swifts acceptance speech at the VMA’s to say Beyonce deserved the award. Great DB moment, which he later used to his advantage and turned into a hit song. (eyes rolling)
2009 marked a few memorable changes for us as well. During the loooong and exhausting process of trying to buy our dream home, my friends and I planned a mini-vacation to Pennsacola, Fla. For us 3 moms who had yet to be away from our kids for more than 48 hrs since birth this was a huge accomplishment. Chris’s job had slowed down quite a bit and he was home for a while. We should have seen this as a warning, but instead we both chose to ignore it. Then the real signs started.
Chris forgot to turn in his pay on time, affecting the final loan processing. Something we later were tremendously thankful for, but not just yet. Immediately everything that could go wrong started to. It went from signing Friday to, signing later next week, to well we will get back to you about signing; to the infamous only getting to leave a message for them. Several weeks before the trip to Florida we received the bad news. The loan company was putting off the final approval for the loan for at least a few months since the economy was beginning to tank and the financial paperwork mishaps.
Devastation, anger, and aggravation, imploded in our home. There were many hours of arguing, crying and on my part inability to let go of “our one chance” at owning our dream home. So when I said I was backing out of the weekend to FLA with the girls, Chris quickly disagreed. The last thing either of us needed was more fighting.
I left that Friday morning for the long drive to FLA with renewed excitement. So maybe we lost our dream home. Didn’t that just mean that that wasn’t supposed to be our home? Didn’t that mean that fate had other, better plans for us? Of course! Isn’t that what you’re supposed to believe?
8:30 am March 15, 2009 just getting to the Crowley Exit…Chris calls. At that moment the entire world could have vaporized in front of my eyes and I would have never known. The only thing I comprehended was the words he spoke. “Well I just got off the phone with James…….I got laid off.”
The next thing he did still amazes me to this day. I wanted to come home right then and my friend was more than willing to turn around, ruining her trip in the process, and bring me home. But instead he still wanted me to have that time away, assuring me that he would take care of everything and we would get started on finding him a new job Monday morning.
What a sacrifice. Instead of having me home for the support he went into full on daddy mode and took the kids places. His sacrifices were endless that weekend. He had to return a bike he had been waiting to purchase and finally just had. L
Remember the “abundance” I spoke of earlier, yeah it came in handy the next 7-9 months he was looking for a job in the economy that had plunged well below sea level. All the savings for the dream house, kept us afloat and allowed us to keep our home and vehicles. Maybe that was what fate had in store?
During the summer of 2009, my depression hit an all time low. I did some things I can hardly type and still can’t speak of. Chris was still out of work, only working some odd jobs here and there and I was working when I could for the Attorney I worked for before. The house note was months behind. The car notes could not be paid. The electricity bill was outrageous. The credit card bills were just spinning in interest. It took every penny we had to feed the family, get enough gas to get to work and pay the phone bill. After a huge fight with Chris over continuous looming trust issues I left for my moms. The kids left with someone else headed to my moms as well.
I was hysterical. I was tired. I was alone. I drove to my moms and then….I just drove away. I was weak, broken, and selfish and wished for a way out. I wanted it all to be over. Everything just done. No more bills. No more collection. No more homework. No more fighting. Just….nothing. I drove for hours and prayed for the courage to do it; to just end it. I knew I held the power to end it all and there was nothing more I could think of doing.
Despite my fear of heights I drove to the 1-10 bridge. It was night but not very late I didn’t think of it then, but I do now. There was no reason why the bridge should have been so desolate but it was. After facing my fears of driving at night and fears of height I drove up the bridge anyways certain I could do it. I never got any further than putting it in park and looking out the window.
All I could think of were my kids and Chris and how much of a disappointment I was. I honestly thought moments before then that they were would all be better off without me. That they would look back after the grief and say “Ok. I understand and I am glad she chose to do that.”
By the time the police pulled up behind me under the overpass the strength and will to “do” it had passed. I was completely drained of fight. When I finally made it back home I slept for hours, but I’m certain I could have slept for days.
I will never forget what the officer told me though. I still use it to this day. And laugh if you must, I know she probably had a “suicide hand-out” or something she probably got it from but it was exactly what I needed to hear. She recited a prayer. Anyone who knows me knows me and prayer don’t always see eyes to eye. This moment this was what I needed to hear.

God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, Courage to change the things I can, And wisdom to know the difference.”
The next weeks/months were still struggles but I wanted my children and our family and I wanted to be with them. I no longer felt that it was completely hopeless. I wanted my husband. I needed my husband.
2010 $1,237.00 to $1457.00 for an ounce of gold. $2.49 for a loaf of bread. Leslie Nielson, Tony Curtis, Dennis Hopper, and J.S. Salinger died. BP Oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico, is the largest in history and kills 11 workers. Volcanic ash from beneath an ice cap in Iceland erupted from Eyjafjallajokull  (Say that 3 times fast….no just say it once) and halted air traffic across parts of Europe for almost a month. WikiLeaks released confidential statements making the United States look like Douch bags….oh wait. In December the first total lunar eclipse happened on the day of the Northern winter solstice and Southern summer solstice since 1638.
2010 brought around some change again to our lives. Chris went back to work for the company that he was laid off from in 2009.He left a job that had him coming home every night and was just enough to pay all our bills and keep us above water. He went back to the job he does so well and he enjoys and pays the bills. The only way it could be any better is if he were close to home.
2011 9.1 magnitude earthquake shakes Japan followed by a Tsunami killing 14,000 and leaving over 12,000 still missing. $3.74 for a gallon of gas. $0.44 for a stamp. $2.78 for a loaf of bread. New 3D movie tickets run about $9.00 to $11.25 per ticket. The national average rental price is $900.00 to $1,025.00.
This year Mrs. Katherine Elliott and Uncle Craig Hinch passed away; marking one of the most emotional years of my life. So far Chris has been my rock throughout both trying times. He became a full time parent immediately when I needed to be away from the house. He continues to amaze me.
2011 also marks 15 years (half our lives) we have spent together; off and on in the early years of course. But after 15 years of being with a person who truly loves you, flaws and all, it makes you look at yourself in a different light. You have the choice to look at your flaws or look at your accomplishments.
Over the years and certainly not by either of our choices I have raised all three children primarily on my own. When needed and if needed again I am capable and willing to pull the full financial burden.
We have been through so many trying times. We have fought, for no reason, for every reason and for reasons we can’t even remember. We have broken up crying, screaming, laughing, angry and happy. We’ve separated and looked and found others temporarily but always come back to each other.
Looking back at all these situations; my life would not be what it is without him in it for the last 15 years. I will be honest here if we didn’t love each other, there would be no other reason to stick through all of the things we have been through together. None.
All of you old prudes and bitter lonely people can say what you will BUT: No other person can ever say what Chris says to me, good or bad. No one else can get away with what he does. And it’s the same with me. We know each other’s flaws, buttons, and wounds. We’ve nursed each other back to health whether it was illness, or just wounded pride. I know he can make me laugh when all I want to do is scream and I know that I can make him scream when all he wants to do is laugh. J
The best part about the last 15 years is waking up and rolling over to him or looking at his picture on my phone and knowing I married my best friend. No one can or will take his place in my heart. We don’t know what the future holds for us.  I still pray, hope, wish, dream, expect us to have 5 times the amount of years we have had so far; but whenever, where ever, and how ever the end meets either of us I know Chris IS my past. He is my gift of the present and he will always be my future.
I love you honey. Happy 15th (dating) Anniversary…and Happy 9th wedding anniversary.  

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Somewhere Over The Rainbow...Way Up High....

“A hero is somebody who is selfless, who is generous in spirit, who just tries to give back as much as possible and help people. A hero to me is someone who saves people and who really deeply cares.” Debi Mazar

Debi Mazar must have known Mrs. Katherine Elliott.

Watching as her body failed her over the last few months was the worst thing any of us have gone through. To those who knew her they saw an invincible woman who never quit! Never gave up! That just wasn’t in her nature.

She was a fighter. Not the kind that stands in the ring pummeling their opponent but the kind that stood there facing whatever adversity with strength, grace and respect. Her faith never wavered; to the very end her future was certain. She had the best piece of real estate waiting for her in Heaven.

I wish I could have seen her face as her feet met the lush green grass in Paradise for the first time. I wish I could have seen her face as she strolled hand in hand through the garden with God. Telling him of her loves ones back home that she didn’t want to leave behind. But in a way only Mrs. Katherine could, I bet she pitched the sale to God and sold him on her plan. She would explain that we need her here with each of us on our journey through life. He would smile and listen intently to her and agree that her work on earth is far from over. He would invite her to be with us as much as possible in spirit.

I wish I could watch as her eyes danced when she saw the banquet laid out before her. I wish I could hear her laughter and joy as she embraced her husband, son, grandsons, friends, relatives, parents and all the others dear to her that have passed. All of them greeting her with open arms in their true forms; No illness, no pain, no wheelchairs, no restrictions.

Oh my I can’t wait to sit at that table with her one day.

I wish I could see her true form. This body she left behind could no longer contain her spirit. Her tiny frame was no match for the beautiful angel that finally went home Monday @ 1:57 p.m.

When we celebrate Easter, the day Jesus rose again, she will be there to rejoice watching the children laugh and search for the golden egg. When we celebrate Christmas, Jesus’ Birthday, she will join in the excitement of sharing gifts with one other. When we bow our heads to pray over our Thanksgiving meal she will be there giving thanks along with us.

At every moment of joy or pain; she will be there to guide us through gently coaxing us to have just one more scoop of ice cream.

I love you Mrs. Katherine. I will never forget you. Save a good seat for me.


Tuesday, January 25, 2011

I'm off to see the Psychiatrist...the most wonderful Psychiatrist of all...I hope

Shrink, Psychiatrist, Psychoanalyst, Psychologist, Counselor, Therapist, Head Dr…whatever you chose to call it, I have my first appointment with one tomorrow.



As an avid fan of shows like In Treatment and The Sopranos (if you’re a fan you know how/why I reference this show) I have a predetermined idea of what the “session” is going to be like. But what has been keeping me awake at night (for the sake of this particular blog, let’s pretend I actually sleep at night) is the unknown. A number of questions and scenarios have gone through my mind.



Will I see someone I know in the waiting room or working there? Will I walk in and swallow my tongue, unable to answer even the simplest questions. Example: What is your name?



What if she asks me to tell her about myself? What if she asks me to tell her what I expect to get from the sessions? As if that is even a question. Can I expect to “get” a fresh start with a brain that fires on all cylinders, at any given point in time? Or at least a brain that allows/enjoys rest? Would those answers be too forward or unrealistic?



What if she expects me to do all the talking? And worse what if I do? Rambling about like a freshly excommunicated monk. Who knows what I could say! I couldn’t possibly be held accountable for the first session if that scenario is correct, right?



Since I am much better at writing than speaking; I actually thought of just sitting down and typing out a little “synopsis” if you will, of my life. Highlighting the difficult years and the things I admittedly still struggle with daily, and delving into the deeper darker fears and secrets as the list goes further. Relating them all to certain areas in my daily life that I would like to better understand, cope and enjoy. I was actually very excited about the thought of this.



What a relief to just walk in and hand her a paper(s) with basically all she needed to know wrapped in a nice neat little Calibri size 14 font bow!



I would basically be taking her job and making it much easier. Essentially I would be writing my own psychoanalytic biography, in hopes of reaching a common goal with my psychiatrist; mental health elation.



I sat down organizing my thoughts in chronological order. I thought about where to start. A quick rundown of my current family status:
 Marriage: trials and errors; leading to painful indiscretions from the past and how to let go and move on completely.
Children: descriptions of my lovely children and ways I would love to improve as their mother. Parental: obvious “father” issues as well as any lingering defiance from my teenage years, and how to officially release the hold my forcibly removed father (of 8+ years) still has over my every day thought process.
Siblings: how to improve my relationship w/ my brother.
Fears: Death, punishment, Clowns; the last of which I am currently trying to conquer on my own (subjecting myself to photos of various clowns…but that’s a blog for another day) Rejection: how to learn to live with rejection and accept it as it is.
Depression: learn how to recognize the signs of severe onset depression in the beginning so that; Suicidal tendencies wont escalate into continuous thoughts of ultimate relief. And just continue to roll back time from this point on.



I was so psyched by this point I was ready to go to the dr, right then! Then my mind, as it often does, took it to the next level.



It imagined my appointment, down to how the building/office would look like and even the Dr. herself. I watched as I put on my best smile and shook her hand and as she began to ask me the questions I feared and dreaded I spoke up and handed over my own psychoanalytical biography; as if it were my thesis conclusively proving or disproving evolution.



I fidgeted endlessly watching as the fictitious Dr. sat reading page after page, my heart pounding in my chest, waiting for some sign, anything at all from her. She finally finished the last page and swallowed as much air as her lungs would let her take in and she said:



“Excuse me a moment, I need to take a phone call.”



Wait!!! What?!?!?! Whoa…Whoa…Whoa…….WHAT?!?!?



I was stunned…completely shocked. I managed to turn around in my chair to see her running down the long hall I had just traveled to make it into her office; and she was yelling:



“Don’t call us! We’ll call you!”



Despite my insistent disagreeing; my mind thinks it’s a comedian.



So needless to say, I skipped writing the thesis of a lifetime and I am just going to “wing” it tomorrow. Let’s hope for the best, after all, what’s the worst that could happen?



Answer from my head: She could be my father dressed as a clown…..



Oh crap, I never even thought of that one!

HAHA!



Talk soon : Peace, Love, and Mental Health Elation to all



Sara