I think my bike's name is Florence. The more I say it, the more it feels right. Stace named her bike Harold. Harold and Florence. Cute couple.
This week, the team is up to $10 130.00. Donations have slowed, but hey! Valentine's Day (the 14th) AND my birthday (the 16th) are coming up. If anyone wants to show their love for me or any other member of the team, I wholeheartedly encourage you to do so with a donation. Nothing says "I love you" or "Happy birthday" like a donation and a tax receipt. Think about it.
I think I need to find a new hobby - one that doesn't involve spending money. When dad was in the hospice, I didn't have a whole lot of extra time on my hands, and needless to say, I didn't have time to be overly social. Now I still don't feel like being social and so I spend a lot of time shopping, which has become my coping mechanism of choice. Actually, I think it's how the three of us feel better. I didn't realize it until recently, but one month after dad passed away, the three of us each went shopping for clothes, even though we had work/school/other things to do. I can't really figure out what I should be doing or what I want to be doing. I'm probably crazy for saying this, but I miss being in school. I miss having papers to write and books to read that I probably wouldn't have instinctively picked up. At the same time, I pick up a book now and my mind wanders. Where? I couldn't even tell you.
Friday was the 40th day of dad's passing. I don't know if it's a Filipino thing or a Catholic thing, but my mom's side had a get together to commemorate the 40th day. Apparently, a person's soul travels the earth for forty days and on the 40th day, they decide where they will go. As such, we went over to my grandparents' place with a bunch of other relatives and there were prayers and lots of food. I don't know about you, but I would like to think that when I go, I'm gone. None of this wandering soul business. Stace and I were talking about it - where we think dad is - and we hope that he's somewhere happy, in a place where we will see him again. Maybe in an ever-expanding space. Wallace could come, too. That's my idea of heaven.
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Since you miss being in school, here is some (not really) required reading for you:
ReplyDelete1) If you feel like picking up a book AND safely indulging your shopping urges, you should read The Thoughtful Dresser by Linda Grant. At one point she writes about how clothes can be like old friends or new friends, and I think you will relate & enjoy.
2) Their philosophy on souls & the afterlife is very different from yours, but Ann Druyan's thoughts about the death of her husband Carl Sagan are still beautiful, if less optimistic:
http://chriskelly.tumblr.com/post/336221820/when-my-husband-died-because-he-was-so-famous-and
I like to believe that when I'm gone, the part of me that was giving me life gets released into the world and gives life to all the living things on the world, especially trees :) That's the hippy in me I guess.
ReplyDeleteWallace COULD come?! WALLACE IS COMING END OF DISCUSSION.
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