October Seventh

Today is a weird day. I'm filled with mixed emotions, and my heart is beating irregularly. I can feel it. Today is many things: Thanksgiving; my parent's 40th wedding anniversary; my friends Sarah and Mark's 7th anniversary; and it's also the day after my mother's ashes were buried.

Here are my thoughts.

Thanksgiving
We're heading out to North Bay today, first time in a long time, to have dinner with my sister and her family. The turkey we'll be eating is one that our friends Sabrina and Chris raised. We want to leave around noon, and Jake and Hayden are still sleeping (10:15am). That's fine, because we don't have much to get ready, just refill the diaper bag with diapers and get dressed. Jake made a big cheesecake last night, and I was supposed to make a pumpin and apple pie, but I was too tired emotionally and physically, so I just bought a pumpkin pie. Screw apple. I'm trying to lose weight, and have joined a competion at work based on the TV show "The Biggest Loser". It was $10 to join, and first prize is $240. Second prize is $140, and third is $96. Will money be the motivating factor that will help me lose weight? So far I've lost three pounds (in 2 weeks) but this weekend might (yeah, read that as WILL) set me back. Why does there have to be such a big emphasis on food in order to celebrate?

Sarah and Mark's Anniversary
Happy anniversary you guys! Why can't I ever remember what year you were married in? I've assumed (ass out of you and me) that it's the year 2000. I have a feeling it might've been 99. I'm sorry I can't get it straight year after year, but at least I remember the day. I can't remember Vanessa and Shane's day OR year. I know it was in September sometime... but this is about you guys, and no matter how many years it has been, I hope you celebrate with love, happiness, and maybe some "without Thea" time to yourselves.

My Parents' 40th Anniversary and My Mother's Burial
It would have been 40 years today. My mom was too young to die. She was too young to be afflicted with all her ailments. It's not fair. I still need her. I feel 5 years old. Yesterday morning was hard. The ceremony was at 11:45am at Park Lawn cemetary. I had a difficult time getting ready because I started to explain to Hayden what we were doing, and that led to about an hour's worth of sobbing. Try putting on your makeup with puffy red eyes. That's a lot of fun. Brushing your teeth whilst sobbing is fun too. I got composed and we proceeded in the rain to the cemetary. She's buried beside my grandparent's graves, and it stopped raining for a while when we started to sprinkle the earth on her urn. I think she was telling us to stop crying through the weather. Hayden and Anya even sprinkled a spadefull of dirt. My dad laid one rose on the stone he'd painted with her name and dates (1942-2007) as the temporary marker until her real stone gets done. He decided to get a natural stone engraved, which I thought was a great idea. She would've really loved that.

It's almost quarter to 11 now, and I should go wake up the boys.

Have a great October Seventh, everyone.