things we HAVE to do, and gratitude
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In a message dated 1/14/03 5:55:09 AM, kbcdlovejo@... writes:
<< > And I just try to picture how beautiful that mess would be if one of my
I would rather do laundry myself most of the time than to worry about who's
putting Marty's Nickelback shirt in the dryer (it would shrink too small for
him) or putting something favorite and black with towels to ruin it with
white lint forever. Others do laundry sometimes, but I try to beat them to
it.
When Marty has left some of his dirty socks balled up, I COULD yell and get
him in there to at least pull them out straight so I don't have to touch his
toe-grunge, but then I remember that I WANTED Marty, and planned him, and
have cleaned up his shit and puke (though not for many years), and that socks
are clean compared to that. I have held him when he was feverish.
And when I had broken my leg just five days before and it was time for us to
fly home from South Carolina to Albuquerque, and I was embarrassed and really
afraid that I would need the bathroom on the plane and not be able to manage
it, and I was afraid I would maybe cry when strangers were carrying me
strapped to a scary chair on steep, narrow stairways in and out of a Canadair
jet (too small for the tunnel jetway ramps), Marty was cheerful and
reassuring, and entirely attentive and distracting in a sweet way. I never
had to "tell" him to do anything, and hardly had to ask. When we were
waiting in Cincinatti airport, and he kept checking to see if I was
comfortable, whether I needed a drink, whether I wanted to move somewhere
else for a different view.
Today's his fourteenth birthday. He's wonderful. I will miss him when he's
grown and gone. He's half of 28 now, and will be gone relatively soon. I'm
so glad I have photos, and little bit of video, and a lot of notes and
memories.
Sandra
<< > And I just try to picture how beautiful that mess would be if one of my
> children were gone. In the light of death, a mess can seem so trivial andI think that about laundry.
> yet
> wonderful! >>
I would rather do laundry myself most of the time than to worry about who's
putting Marty's Nickelback shirt in the dryer (it would shrink too small for
him) or putting something favorite and black with towels to ruin it with
white lint forever. Others do laundry sometimes, but I try to beat them to
it.
When Marty has left some of his dirty socks balled up, I COULD yell and get
him in there to at least pull them out straight so I don't have to touch his
toe-grunge, but then I remember that I WANTED Marty, and planned him, and
have cleaned up his shit and puke (though not for many years), and that socks
are clean compared to that. I have held him when he was feverish.
And when I had broken my leg just five days before and it was time for us to
fly home from South Carolina to Albuquerque, and I was embarrassed and really
afraid that I would need the bathroom on the plane and not be able to manage
it, and I was afraid I would maybe cry when strangers were carrying me
strapped to a scary chair on steep, narrow stairways in and out of a Canadair
jet (too small for the tunnel jetway ramps), Marty was cheerful and
reassuring, and entirely attentive and distracting in a sweet way. I never
had to "tell" him to do anything, and hardly had to ask. When we were
waiting in Cincinatti airport, and he kept checking to see if I was
comfortable, whether I needed a drink, whether I wanted to move somewhere
else for a different view.
Today's his fourteenth birthday. He's wonderful. I will miss him when he's
grown and gone. He's half of 28 now, and will be gone relatively soon. I'm
so glad I have photos, and little bit of video, and a lot of notes and
memories.
Sandra
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In a message dated 1/14/2003 9:50:15 AM Eastern Standard Time,
SandraDodd@... writes:
If you could go back and collect them all.....
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SandraDodd@... writes:
> I'mAnd practically a BOOK of Marty stories people online have enjoyed for years.
> so glad I have photos, and little bit of video, and a lot of notes and
> memories.
>
If you could go back and collect them all.....
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