It's true. This is my 1,435th post. I talk --erm, write --a lot.
Brandon's cousin lost her baby yesterday. She went into labor, but when they got to the hospital, the baby was gone (cord accident). I can't imagine their pain and grief. I'm still racking my brain to know what to do --luckily, we have an amazing family that has already done a lot. To any of my readers who have experienced this kind of loss, my heart goes out to you. What helped you? What did family/friends do that helped you work through your grief? What is helping you now? I want to be sensitive, but not silent. What can I do?
I've been reading Robert Frost's poetry and here's one that I loved:
To The Thawing Wind
Come with rain, O loud Southwester!
Bring the singer, bring the nester;
Give the buried flower a dream;
Make the settled snow-bank steam;
Find the brown beneath the white;
But whate'er you do to-night,
Bathe my window, make it flow,
Melt it as the ice will go;
Melt the glass and leave the sticks
Like a hermit's crucifix;
Burst into my narrow stall;
Swing the picture on the wall;
Run the rattling pages o'er;
Scatter poems on the floor;
Turn the poet out the door.
This is how I feel come Springtime --I'm always so ready for winter to be over! Aren't we all?
We are reading "Crossing to Safety" by Wallace Stegner for book club this month. Thanks to a recommendation by a friend!
I'm really tired today. Due to demanding children in the night, I didn't get much sleep. This causes all sorts of melancholy and grumpiness, too.
Which reminds me about my facebook status. Here's a new quote you can use by yours truly:
"That quote about children and being pecked to death by chickens and such? It's more like being mauled by monkeys. Make that howling monkeys." ~Cheryl S.S.
Feel free to use it, but make sure you cite me as the source! Maybe I should make one of those picture quote thingies. Except I don't know how to make picture quote thingies. Hmmm....
I need to go weigh in for Weight Watchers this morning. I'm already late. So, as in the words of my soon-to-be three year old (tomorrow!!), "Peace out, suckers!"