Monthly Archives: January 2013

and then there was one

My silent grandma passed away this morning.

Slowly she went from talking (albeit quietly) and then no words… and then no eating… and silence. My grandpa has been such a lover through this whole journey. He didn’t want her to stay in the hospital. He wanted to be the one to care for her and feed her at home. It was straight out of The Notebook. If I have any wish for myself, it’s that I end up with someone that is willing to take care of me until the very end. Until the absolute last breath.

I don’t know how he will start to rebuild a life for himself as an individual, being able to take time to go fishing like he used to… and leave the apartment for longer than a quick errand. He has earned a long walk in the park, to ponder and breathe deeply while missing the love of his life.

If there is anything I’ve learned about the situation with Grandma Rosie these past few months, it’s that you absolutely must say what you want to say, and have those conversations you are scared to have, before it’s too late. Who knows when someone will lose their voice? When they cannot respond or express how they are feeling? Communication is so important, and I’ve learned that now. I get it.

Share your thoughts and feelings with your loved ones, before you no longer can.

Cheers to Rosie,
xo

Listening to.
Adding to the wish list.
Munching on.

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adam evers

adam

This here is my good friend, Adam.  He is one of the hardest working, smartest, most brutally honest people I know.  I foresee a lifetime of friendship with him and on regular occasions, deep conversation and brainstorming businesses.  One of the parts I admire most about him is his unbelievably ridiculous understanding of what a deep friendship is.  I have yet to be able to love and support someone as much as Adam is willing to.  He is one of those lifers.  Someone to count on when you’re facing a rough patch, the person with which to grab a six-pack – head to an abandoned building – climb to the roof and scream at the world.  Completely without judgment.

He sweats friendship.

And I cherish ours.

Did I mention he’s single?

Find him on Twitter – he’s well worth the tweets.

Cheers to a lifetime of happy hours, laughter, and telling each other the truth,

xo

P.S. I’ve started another book: Let’s Pretend This Never Happened.  I’m fairly certain it will go down in history as one of my favorites.  I laugh with every turn of the page.  Once, I peed my pants a little as a result.  Deal with it.  You can thank my itty-bitty squirrel bladder.

Adding to my wishlist.
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