Ordinarily I thrive under pressure, and under stress. Truthfully, I operate the very best with a certain amount of resistance...BUT, when it comes to my current "to-do" list I am 100% overwhelmed. I never knew the follow up work that would pile up after planning a funeral and taking care of what was left behind. Especially when you have an entire house full of someone else's things.
Packing, moving, headstones, making a grave look presentable, bills...gosh, it just adds up, doesn't it? I told my pastor that they really needed a funeral secretary, I think my phone has had more calls since the passing of my Mom than anytime EVER prior to that.
So, much like the picture I have added to today's entry...I will keep that little smile on my face, and know that I am really not in this alone. I have family, and my Sister who is amazing to help carry all of this with me. I guess when we all get so overwhelmed we must stop, take several really deep...I mean, down into your gut breath's and just put one foot ahead of the other, knowing that eventually we will reach the goal.
Packing her is so hard, it seems with each dish...each little item I think of something about her...but, each day I am gaining a bit more peace, and my strong faith is only growing stronger.
Love you Mom, love you very much...I hope you can look down and see my smile...it's an overwhelmed smile...but, we will reach the goal...
Packing, moving, headstones, making a grave look presentable, bills...gosh, it just adds up, doesn't it? I told my pastor that they really needed a funeral secretary, I think my phone has had more calls since the passing of my Mom than anytime EVER prior to that.
So, much like the picture I have added to today's entry...I will keep that little smile on my face, and know that I am really not in this alone. I have family, and my Sister who is amazing to help carry all of this with me. I guess when we all get so overwhelmed we must stop, take several really deep...I mean, down into your gut breath's and just put one foot ahead of the other, knowing that eventually we will reach the goal.
Packing her is so hard, it seems with each dish...each little item I think of something about her...but, each day I am gaining a bit more peace, and my strong faith is only growing stronger.
Love you Mom, love you very much...I hope you can look down and see my smile...it's an overwhelmed smile...but, we will reach the goal...