20 November 2014
26 November 2011
Oddly, my mind wandered to flowers.
For reasons we never understood, when my grandmother died, my aunt ordered at least a dozen absolutely hideous funeral arrangements to be ranged around her casket. Gladioli in chartreuse and a hideous orange and lime green (I may be making that last one up in my head, but that's what I remember). Arrangements that fanned out like the tail of some gruesome bird.
I hate gladioli.
For a stunned moment, whilst on the phone this morning, I thought, I should order flowers, and just as suddenly, shied away from the thought.
Not my job.
But I had a job today, and that job was telling people. First, I had to the tell the spouse, and that moment was beyond awful. And then I had to tell my children, and that moment was worse. It was my job to answer the phone. To help with writing notes. To handle practicalities and offer gentle reminders.
The spouse recognizes that I, too, am grieving. But I have the capacity to put that aside for the most part and do triage. Periodically, I probe the pain gingerly, like a sore tooth, but quickly shy away as the moment of impact approaches, as I come close to acknowledging that someone is gone from our lives.
Time enough, later, for that.
Tech stuff: Taken with my Nikon D40. For CHS, 1928-2014. I wish I'd had a better photo.
17 November 2014
Somewhere in Santa Ana
Santa Ana, California
14 November 2014
We did something different for the daughter's senior portrait and hired a photographer to do a session with her. She wanted professional headshots in addition to her senior portrait and for a kid who really doesn't ask for much, it seemed like a nice thing.
A makeup artist came in and did her hair and make up. Then, because we are a bunch who spend a lot of time in the great out of doors, the photographer decided that we would head outside for the shoot. The daughter enjoyed the experience more than she thought, and the spouse and I trailed along, enjoying a place we'd never seen before. I spent a lot of the time kicking myself for not bringing my good camera.
The photographer showed us some of the shots she'd gotten, and the daughter looked gorgeous. She is, of course, though she has no clue. Which is fine.
She is stressing over classes and college applications. Two applications in and 5 to go.
But she got her first acceptance today, which is a huge relief to her.
My baby is on her way.
Tech stuff: Taken with my iPhone4.