Well, my fingerprints and other paperwork didn't make it back from D.C. in time for Jonathan to take them to Rwanda. The good news is that I have SEVERAL people headed to Rwanda this month at different times who are all lined up to get them there. The bad part is that I need those finger prints to be there ASAP so that Jonathan can get working on the legal stuff for Lionel. Oh well. . .God's perfect timing and not mine. . .not even my back up timing apparently.
The grief of a stepmom. This post has had so many titles: The Invisible Grief of a Stepmom, The Silent Grief of a Stepmom, The Lonely Grief of a Stepmom. . . the grief of a stepmom is like no other grief because it feels so homeless. My stepson died a few weeks ago. Marc and I have only been married eight months and Mackay, my stepson, lived in NYC and we rarely got to see him (he didn't get to come to the wedding or Cabo and didn't stay with us when he came to town), so I didn't have much of a relationship with him. So there is a weird layer of loosing someone I hardly knew and I feel like that is the layer that makes the most sense to everyone. While the family was mourning, I was the one organizing all of the meals coming in from our wonderful friends and neighbors, I was cleaning up one meal and setting up for the next. I was keeping the house in order and making sure Marc was able to surround himself with the friends and family he needed to make it through the
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