Oh my, this thank you is overdue. So sorry. I just wanted to give a quick shout out to those of you who brought the Braner's meals after Hays's crash. I actually felt like I lived back in Missouri with all of the thoughtfulness that you all showed! Thanks for spoiling me (us)! I have to give the biggest shout out to Lorrie who brought HOMEMADE OREO ICE CREAM as a part of the meal. Oh my goodness! I think that is my favorite food and we have been savoring it! Today it is almost gone and I gave my kids the smallest ration so that we could have it for one more day! Thank you!
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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