The Dead and Gone.

Wow...it's May 2011. Where did the time go? So much has happened in the last six months. My ex husband died from drowning in a freak accident while kayaking in the Grand Canyon in January of this year; I am really grateful to my boyfriend for supporting me at the celebration of life for my ex. It was a bizarre event I will be rehashing in my brain over and over for a long time. I have reflected on my relationship with my ex and speculated about my son's future without his father often in the last few months. They were really close...here's a picture of them taken about a month before the accident.



Life is too short to be miserable...that's all I have come up with; my mantra, if you will. It's gonna take a little time to get through this. My romantic relationship of the last three or four years has taken an unexpected turn; my boyfriend moved out of our home two days ago. This is one of my favorite pictures of us.



It's gonna take a little time to get through this, too. He asked me out for coffee this morning and I couldn't do it. A night of tears and tossing and nightmares does not make for good company. I took a shower, went and got a hair cut and forced myself to the grocery store and got a text asking for a lunch date from him and had to acquiesce; it was one o'clock in the afternoon and I hadn't eaten all day - a girl's gotta' eat, right? It was miserable, I do not know what I was thinking. I couldn't stop crying the whole friggin' time.

So, here I am just realizing that I stopped blogging somewhere between being happy and living life, and the 180º of deaths of loved ones and being miserable. There's still plenty of drama with work (I will NOT be discussing work on this blog, and if I start, you be sure to send me an email sayin "knock it off") but there will be plenty reporting of events, and who knows...one or two happy ones might slip in here and there. I am going to a weight loss support group meeting tonight, I have gained too much weight going out to dinner every night and drinking micro brews most nights with my boyfriend... hmmmm, ex-boyfriend. The "loose your boyfriend weight loss" plan was not the one I would have signed myself up for, but there it is. I am walking almost a mile (up and back total, don't get happy, people) to attend the meeting - Lord have mercy on my soles. One final picture to end today's blog. This is my dog, the one who fired me immediately upon meeting my boyfriend. He looks like I feel; this picture is so sad, I cried when I took it cause he watched my boyfriend move out and sat in this window for a good half hours afterwards. The least he could have done when he left was taken his dog who loved him more than life itself.