What a difference two weeks make in a life.... we got through the Girl's group convention, Dad was contained and all went well there. Smoothing of ruffled feathers and we moved on.
We had one major blow up with another girl, long story short, a lack of communication, some luggage searching, something found, accusations, tears, calls to Mom, texts and I am ashamed to admit I wasn't unhappy when she left early (as was the plan). It was a Scarlett moment (I'll think about that tomorrow).
Then Sunday afternoon things just stopped. A Girls' group Mom, a 46 year old woman I considered a good friend, didn't wake up. It was so unexpected - sudden - I still; 2 days later; am having trouble adjusting to it all. Her Service is tomorrow. I don't expect to get through it well - although knowing me, I'll see her daughter, and pull myself together for her. I lose my composure on the way home. That's more my style. :-/
I'm handling details. It's what I'm good at.
I had to call Mom last night - the leader of the girl's group is calling me, she was nice to me at the convention and frankly -- its freaking me out! The woman has said 15 words to me in the decade I've known her then all of a sudden - we have all this --- communication. I'm tell you its really concerning me.
Of course I had a conversation with my friend, the departed, I did tell her that I will not forgive her for leaving me here to deal with these people alone. She was much loved and needed sanity check, comic relief and commiserat-or of all things Girls Group. I don't think I had the chance to tell her of my new appointment to the State board. Cripes this sucks on ice.
I am reminding myself hourly - lucky, lucky me. Up, moving, job, home, family. Ok off to handle work details then not deal with all this tomorrow.
I think I'll queue up the cemetery scene from Steel Magnolias -- "why?!? Why??! Here hit Weezer."
It will be all right. I have details to handle.
I promise something funny will hit before the weekend - or Bubba will be Bubba.
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