Waking The Dead...(GREAT Movie for Cathartic Grieving)

“You can shed tears that he is gone,
or you can smile because he has lived.


You can close your eyes and pray that he'll come back,
or you can open your eyes and see all he's left.


Your heart can be empty because you can't see him,
or you can be full of the love you shared.


You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday,
or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.


You can remember him only that he is gone,
or you can cherish his memory and let it live on.


You can cry and close your mind,
be empty and turn your back.


Or you can do what he'd want:
smile, open your eyes, love and go on.”

~David Harkins, British Poet

That is an accurate summation of the inner dialogue I play tug-of-war with DAILY, following my dad's death in late July.  It's safe to say: I'm no longer the life of the party.

I apologize to my readers for shutting you out as I continue grieving for the only man who has ever loved me unconditionally.  It's been a dramatic six months.  I'll repeat that statement, again, in case you missed it--It's been a DRAMATIC six months.

I've come to the conclusion that: Drama + Mary = Two Peas in a Pod.  A pod that is crowding me and threatening to overshadow the real pain that MUST rear its head in order to find closure and heal properly).

Regardless if you join this ride of self-discovery, I hope you'll be able to find the humor and hope I am so desperately in need of at this particular junction in my life.  Bottom Line:  When you find yourself having a "bad day," tune in to my blog, grab a cup of joe-or vodka-and enjoy the stories. 

I couldn't make this sh*t up.

Dad gives Sara the Terror his favorite side dish: Grilled Liver!  Ewwww.

Even worse?  Homegirl LOVED it!