On our Way

My blog has stood at a stand still for some time. I haven’t been very good about finding time in the day, or more appropriately the evening to post or write lately. When I go back and read old posts I see my old pattern of being drawn to the keyboard when times are tough. When things are coasting along smoothly my blog seems to fall to the way side. I remember thinking to myself after reading it once (in its entirety) I wish I had posted more when things were good, during “happier” more simple times.

If someone was to write the Coles Notes version of my life as summarized by me, in my blog, they might think having had the last 4 years as a sample, that my life was full of tragedy and struggle with little room left for joy.

Had you asked me this question two years ago, I might have to agree with this summary. It has been one big consuming struggle ever since Mark’s diagnosis in 2006. But, with his 4th annual memorial tournament less than a week away I am happy to be able to blog tonight about lighter, simpler things.

Audrey and Noah have had a month filled with sleep over’s, cottage nights, and new friends. The hot summer days of July have been enjoyed at lakeside, Lac Bernard and Grand Lake, catching frogs, learning to swim, bon fires and poker nights “kid-style”. I’ve had the luxury of waking up only 40 min before work and not having to race the daycare clock home for a week this summer. Thank you Chris and Maria!!! Audrey has thoroughly enjoyed 10 days of intensive dance camp and Noah has ventured out on his own “sister-less” to his own multi-sport camp for a week. He spent the mornings playing team sports and the afternoons swimming; having never taken a bus I was thrilled when the highlight of the day was taking a noisy school bus to and from the pool.

As I sit here with my Air Canada itinerary glowing in the background (and my email, face book, MSN, weather and iTunes!) while I write, I realize just how much my life has changed in the last year. For the first time, I’ll be sharing my weekend in Vancouver with someone. The person in my life who understands me the most, grief, widow stuff, tears and all. The idea of going back out West to the place I miss dearly seems less emotionally charged than in past years. Albeit, blending a little bit of my former Keg/married/westocast life with what has become my new life will certainly bring up some emotion, I couldn’t imagine doing it any other way.

I wouldn't miss it for the world...see you there!

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