GoGo and Pops (my parents) get here this afternoon! I am SO excited! We are all SO excited! We're picking them up and then heading to the mountain. We're staying at the mountain in a big house and we're going to spend the weekend just enjoying one another's company! We'll board some with dad Saturday and Sunday. . .the house is ski in/ski out so that we can see mom and Gabby at the end of each run! I'm thrilled! The only thing that worries me is that my kids think today is Good Friday because GoGo and Pops are coming and I think they're forgetting the REAL reason that it is Good Friday!
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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