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Friday, November 25, 2011
Ian's Surprise!
Those of you who know me, know that my younger brother is named Ian. What you might not know is that I have a friend named Ian Doherty who is one of my best friends. After I left for DC, I noticed his FaceBook status' were sad :( so I wanted to do something special for him. One of his favorite shows right now is The Addams Family, and those who follow me know that I went to see this show in New York during my time in DC. Anyway, the fabulous Brooke Shields was starring as 'Morticia,' and long story short:
Surprise! Hope you like it Ian! :)
Update: I am still alive!
So, I realize it's been almost a month since I last posted. Sorry, something major came up.
I am back in Salt Lake, I left my internship 6 weeks early.
Reason: My Bubby died.
It was a difficult month for my family. First, my dad's father passed away on Oct 8. Two weeks later, my dad's brother also passed away. A week later, my mom's mother was admitted into the hospital. She'd had some major health problems, and finally went on Hospice to pass on with some dignity (her request). I booked my flight to come home on Nov. 5, and she died later that evening after I booked the flight. My mom didn't tell me until the next day. I was a wreck. Luckily, my wonderful friend Sandra took care of me. She let me stay with her that night, she made sure I actually ate food, and then she helped me get to the airport. It was the longest 5 hour flight I'd ever been on. My dad was happy to see me. It really put a lot into perspective.
It felt great to be home, regardless of the circumstance. Suddenly, I was in a sea of familiar and loving faces, instead of in a miserable black hole like I was in DC. I pulled it together for the funeral (or the Celebration of Life), but had a really hard time at the burial. It was hard to be there for my mom when I felt like I couldn't even be there for myself.
I am back in Salt Lake, I left my internship 6 weeks early.
Reason: My Bubby died.
It was a difficult month for my family. First, my dad's father passed away on Oct 8. Two weeks later, my dad's brother also passed away. A week later, my mom's mother was admitted into the hospital. She'd had some major health problems, and finally went on Hospice to pass on with some dignity (her request). I booked my flight to come home on Nov. 5, and she died later that evening after I booked the flight. My mom didn't tell me until the next day. I was a wreck. Luckily, my wonderful friend Sandra took care of me. She let me stay with her that night, she made sure I actually ate food, and then she helped me get to the airport. It was the longest 5 hour flight I'd ever been on. My dad was happy to see me. It really put a lot into perspective.
It felt great to be home, regardless of the circumstance. Suddenly, I was in a sea of familiar and loving faces, instead of in a miserable black hole like I was in DC. I pulled it together for the funeral (or the Celebration of Life), but had a really hard time at the burial. It was hard to be there for my mom when I felt like I couldn't even be there for myself.
I really miss my Bubby. The hard part is when something happens, and my first instinct is to call and tell her about it. I never realized just how much of my life I shared with her, and how much wisdom she had to offer me. In the meantime, I have to remind myself what she told me, "I've had a full and happy life, and I love you very much."
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