For those of you who know the horrific summer I experienced, hello. For those of you who don’t, ask, and I’ll tell you.
The last few months have been Hell on earth. I’ve never experienced so much pain, frustration and mental and emotional anguish. But I’m here. And it could’ve been so much worse.
The days at U of M Burn and Trauma Center dragged. Mindless TV filled the hours of drug-induced therapy. It was fine — then. But now I’m here. Trying to recover lost memories of a summer vacation gone bad.
So here I am. Thanksgiving. A time to give thanks for everything I’ve had and have. Now seems the best time to jump back into the blogosphere.
- My dad. Although he’s gone, I’m thankful for the years of carving turkey, and frying stuffing leftovers. I miss you, but I’ll never forget.
- My mom. She is amazing. She has reinvented herself after a horrible tragedy. She still cares for me as if I were a child, and I can always count on her. I love her. And thank God I can talk to her.
- My sister. What can I say? She is gorgous. She is strong, talented, brilliant, funny, kind…it goes on and on. She has dealt with life’s toughest moments, but has overcome them with pride I admire.
- My friends. I don’t have a ton of friends. But the friends I have are my world. Jacquie: You know how I feel. Without you, I’d be lost. And Lana: After all these years, I still love you. And Kristin: While I don’t understand your decision to play G.I. Jane, I love you. And Mandy, well, you know how much I love those Up North Trips. And Rachael: I don’t even have to explain how much I value our talks, our El Az lunches. I love you all.
- My husband. I don’t even know where to start. We hit rock bottom, but you kept us from sinking. Thank you for the amazing support, care and unconditional love you’ve shown me. I am blessed.
I know there are people I’m missing. And there are moments I’m missing.
But for now, here it is:
White whine — solace at the end of writer’s block
Mindless TV — My life really is normal
Diet Coke — How I love you at 3 p.m.
Chocolate — I love you all the time, especially at 3 p.m.
Skip-bath-nights — O.K. I’ll admit it. After a day of regimen, it’s nice to welcome Friday-night lets-be-happy-in-our filth. Germs are good, right?
As we all spend time with family and friends, let’s take time to remember those with whom we’ve shared life’s most precious moments.
Thank you to everyone who has blessed my life. I love you all.