Thursday, November 24, 2011

today was happy

My mom passed away three years ago on Thanksgiving. Sunday will mark that day. Still, today is hard. Because my mind keeps going back to that cold, miserable day spent in a hospital waiting room, unshowered, in two-day old clothes. We had Thanksgiving dinner at Shoney's that year. She knew it was Thanksgiving. She tried her best to make it through the day. She made it to 3:30.

Still, I tried my hardest to have a good day today. (The mourning will come on Sunday) I think I succeeded, by the grace of God. Thank you to all of my friends that sent me sweet texts and messages letting me know that you love me and are praying. Thank you.


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Yesterday, my family and I went down to our cabin nestled in Mushman Hollow.

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I love the country. It's quiet. The air is fresh and there is room to think. I love it. We used to spend every Thanksgiving at the cabin. Those are some of my sweetest memories with my family.

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I cajoled my dear old dad into taking a few pictures of me. He's actually a pretty great photographer. He's the one that gave me my first camera.

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I got tangled in the briars. Someone please tell me why people think it's cute to name tea rooms and gift shops "The Briar Patch"? If you've been stuck in a briar patch, it's pretty painful. Not exactly something I'd want to associate with my business. ANYWAY.

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I'm so thankful for my family. We had a family reunion today in lieu of a traditional dinner. Then, we went out and shot skeet. I actually hit one. Woo!

I hope everyone had a wonderful day.

God is good.
xo,
Katy

2 comments:

  1. First off, your blog is so lovely! And I'm so so sorry about your mom--I can't even imagine how hard it must be. It's wonderful to see that you're leaning on God's grace. (:

    Also, your photos are beautiful, and you're adorable. And your nail polish makes me really really happy.

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  2. I think they call places like that "The Briar Patch" because they want you to get so tangled up in them that no matter what you try in order to leave, you end up having to do something awkward in order to get out.

    Much like an actual briar patch, for that matter.

    Also, my condolences on your loss. My grandfather passed away three years ago, and whenever I think about him, it pains me to think about all the things I wanted to say to him and do with him.

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