Monday, April 13, 2009

A Year Ago

A year ago we were in North Carolina, so my dying MIL could meet our children. She died just hours after we left.

I remember that her death affected me, in no small part because I feared my own death and leaving my children without a mother. My MIL didn't have much time between her diagnosis and her death, and I remember her saying that she wanted to share the stories before she died. Unfortunately, she quickly became wracked with pain and needed to take heavy doses of medication and was unable to share those stories that meant so much to her.

I resolved that week to write to my children -- sharing stories, my hopes for them, reflections on life. I'm embarrassed to admit that a year has gone by and I have not even begun to record our lives.

I could list a number of reasons -- but they're just excuses. My MIL didn't have anything at the end of her life, but she did have boxes of pictures. We were unable to bring them to Arizona at the time, and while DH has tried to get them here, I'm beginning to think we haven't tried hard enough. Once again, there are reasons -- but they're not worth much more than excuses.

I don't want another year to pass and have nothing to show for it but excuses. While my life is about to become that much more complicated, priorities have to be set.

I write -- and so a written history is something that I must leave my children. My MIL cherished her photos, and I must ensure that they continue to be cherished.

No more excuses.


  1. My family is struggling with priorities too. Being chronically unorganized hasn't helped, but we have vowed that this will be the year we get our collective "crud" together. Thanks for the reminder that excuses are not supposed to be part of the plan!

  2. Its hard to believe its been a whole year since she died. We'll try to offer Mass for her this weekend.

    About sharing stories with your kids, since time is so short for you right now, maybe you could start telling the kids your stories out loud while you all are in the car or something. My kids love to hear our stories and remember more than I would ever have thought. They get such a kick out of retelling them, too. Its cute. That would at least be a start for you and then when time permits, you can put them down in writing. We'll be praying for your family. ((Hugs))


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