A Healing Start?

Okay, so I know I've fallen short again. I did like two blogs for September then forgot about it again. And it wasn't as if I had nothing to say. I did. I had a pretty good month actually. But as it's late and I had hoped to be in bed by 2a.m. and I still have dishes and stuff, this will be a brief sum up of well everything....

The 19th was Issi's bridal shower. And I will be honest... The part of me that hated being dragged to those kinds of parties as a kid (and oh boy were there a lot of shouwers!) wasn't looking forward to it. I know it's silly. As I'm now 30, the parties I hated as a kid, I'm finding more and more enjoyable. Strange. Maybe it's the whole voluntarily going thing. Anywho, it was a beautiful shower. Her neighbors went all out and they had good food and lovely decorations. And we played fun and silly games, like making toilet paper brides. I don't know why my team's bride didn't win (far left). Ah well. :P Anyway, I had a great time.

September saw the end of Pixie's infection (or at least signs of it). And while we never repaced their wet food brand, it seems taking away the harmful Friskies dry food and Friskies Party Mix treats was sufficient. Friskies cans doesn't seem to be a problem when combined with the new dry food diet. The expensive stuff Oreo likes, thankfully. So he'll use that up. Purina and 9 Lives have special urinary tract health blends that Pixie likes. And she's remained good for weeks now. The girl at the vet's office when we bought the food asked if the vet wanted to retest Pixie in a couple weeks and that we should call and ask. But I'll pass. Pixie seems fine now. Praise God for answering my prayers. If the vet had wanted a re-test he should have asked. I'm not gonna let a receptionist who probably wanted the extra 45 bucks out of us make me doubt.

Last weekend I went to Halloween Haunt, a.k.a. Knotts Scary Farm, with Issi. :D THANK YOU, ISSI! It' d been a while and will likely be another long stretch before either of us goes again, her with the moving to UK thing and me with the uh I dunno. Issi was the only one I'd gone with. Reckon, I'll have to find a new buddy to go laugh at the boys who scream like little girls or the silly girls who try and practically crawl into their boyfriends skin to hide. :P It was quiet and kinda empty cuz it was early in the season. But given the heat, it was a good thing not to have it too crowded in confined spaces. :P We actually made it through all the mazes this time around! The Hanging and the Ed Alonzo shows were entertaining. :D And thanks to having real tennis shoes, my feet didn't hurt at the end of the night. THANK YOU DADDY! :D Alas, I neglected to take any pictures. Ah well.

Today (it's still mentally Saturday for me), and the reason behind the title, my Uncle David came to town to visit Nana with his family in tow. I woke up and he'd left me a voicemail (cuz Mom like never answers hers) saying he'd be in most of the day and if we'd come by to visit. Mom hasn't spoken to him since the loss of Josh. U. David wasn't really around to comfort his grieving sister and that hurt Mom very much. It was upsetting to me as well, seeing as how U. Alex (who we like almost never saw in good times) showed up off and on throughout that first week and called Mom even a week or two after. He'd gone through the loss of a son when I was a kid, so he and Vicki knew I guess. It was touching to see him showing up like that. But it made U. David's absences all the more hurtful. U. David being one of those how to put it... rigid I guess Christians was of a mind to say, he's gone now and we shouldn't mourn cuz that's what the Bible says. It's amazing how lacking in compassion some professed Christians seem to be given how compassionate Christ was. Anywho.. Huge rift even after all this time.

He wrote her a letter a while back. Nana and I encouraged her to write back. You gotta start that healing process, right? Anyway, I knew she wouldn't want to see him, but, given how he sounded on voicemail, I didn't want to leave him hanging. So while Mom and I ran an errand (i.e. she waits in car while I run errand), I called him. We didn't talk long, but I know he wanted to talk to her, to see her. Whether he understands how he wronged her or not, it was hurting him not to have his sister. Or at least that's what I heard in his voice. It was sad to hear. But maybe, cuz I lost my brother I can't stand the thought of her not having hers. Wow.. That thought hadn't even occurred to me until just now. ...

Mom and I talked. I had to tell her about the call. And when she was ready, she asked what was said and all that jazz. She said she'd attempt to write again. She destroyed a first draft. We talked off and on all afternoon actually. Cried. Shared. I want her to open up. To let things out rather than bottle it all up. And today was a good day for that I think. There were happy moments during the day too, as we didn't keep the conversaition solely on sad stuff. But it was a good day, I think. Overall, even with the tears. Finished off the day with watching a movie together. So Dad we can finally return Surrogates. :P

I hope this was a good start to her healing. I hope we can keep it going. I hope she does reconnect with David. We may not like when they all visit as a family, his kids being tooo wild for us, but that shouldn't stop the calls or even letter writing.

There was more I was gonna share about something unrelated, but it's past 2:30 now and I still have afore mentioned dishes and stuff.