A Sad, Fun Weekend

A Sad, Fun Weekend

We moved my mom out of her house this weekend, which was kind of sad.  But it was made infinitely less sad by the presence of my sister and her family.  Ginny and I laughed as we unloaded box after box of kitchen supplies and discovered lost memories of my dad in each one.  Take these crab claw crackers (or whatever they are actually called).  To anyone else, you might see these and think, “Crab.”  Duh.  But my sister and I saw them and remembered my dad cracking pecans with…

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Good Job, Katie Girl

Good Job, Katie Girl

I’ve been thinking about my dad a lot recently.  I think about him all the time anyway, but lately it has been more than normal.  My mom is selling her house.  In fact, she closed on her new one just yesterday.  I’m so happy for her, but, as it turns out, seeing her move out of the house she shared with my dad is harder than I thought it would be.  On the day that she closed, she texted us the good news and we all celebrated with her.  But…

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From the Mouth of Babes

From the Mouth of Babes

For Gracie’s birthday, my mom gave Gracie her first real set of golf clubs.  She has given golf clubs to each of the “baby grands,” as she calls them, when they were old enough.  We all play golf in my family, and have for years.  But since my dad’s passing, golf has taken on an even more special meaning for all of us because it makes us feel closer to him. My dad was an incredible golfer.  Growing up, I thought all people were as good at golf as my…

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Christmas Recap – Part 3

Christmas Recap – Part 3

We finally made it home… well, almost. After a week of traveling, we made it within an hour of home. We stopped to spend a few days with my sister, Ginny, her husband, John Michael, and my super cute nephew, Tillman. Who my kids will forever call Baby Tut Tut. Baby Tut Tut had gotten so much bigger than the last time we saw him! He is walking now… and tackling… and running… and wrestling… and babbling very important nonsense words that he really wants us to understand. He is…

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Fighting the Sadness

Fighting the Sadness

We had a jumpin’ weekend here in the MC household.  My mom came down Friday night and stayed with the kids while Chris and I got gussied up and had a nice date night…  where we spent the second half of the meal in a HUGE, candlelit, whispered fight about holiday plans.  Good times.  But actually, we had been needing to have that little discussion and no matter where or when we had it, it was going to be messy.  So, might as well enjoy a little Bang Bang Shrimp…

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The Memory of a Drain Strainer

The Memory of a Drain Strainer

Tonight, I was doing the dishes after the kids were in bed.  They were sleeping, Chris was working late, and the house was quiet.  As it often does in times like these, my mind drifted to thoughts of my dad while I mindlessly scrubbed pots and pans. I remembered the first time he and my mom visited Chris and I after we moved to Connecticut.  We were newlyweds at the time, and were so excited to show them our apartment and the new life we were building. I remember it…

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Happy, Happy, Joy, Joy

Happy, Happy, Joy, Joy

Our goal for this weekend was to not be sad. I think we pretty much nailed it. My sister, John Michael, and Baby Tut Tut came down for the weekend to celebrate Tut Tut’s first birthday with family (his actual birthday is next weekend, but since we can’t be there with him, we celebrated here this weekend) and to honor my Dad’s memory by just being together. We spent Saturday at our house and had a little pre-birthday party party for Tut Tut. We spent the day soaking up the…

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One Year

One Year

In one year, we have welcomed sweet Baby Tillman to our family. We’ve played soccer. We’ve made cornbread stuffing for Thanksgiving. We decorated our family Christmas tree. We each turned a year older. Over and over again, we gave our hearts (and then Baby Tut Tut…) to the Lord. We searched for joy. Sometimes we found it. And sometimes we didn’t. We celebrated new beginnings with family. We went pee pee in the potty! We learned to depend on each other. And we honored our family in new, special ways….

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Sweet Talking. Heartbreaking.

Sweet Talking. Heartbreaking.

I haven’t posted in a while about my dad.  There have been lots of reasons for that.  Mostly, it’s because I don’t really like talking about it that often.  I still talk to Chris about it when I need to, but I haven’t really shared too much with others.  Grief is such a personal and indescribable experience.  It’s just too hard to try to put it into words to make people understand.  I also don’t share much about it because I know that reading about it on my blog sometimes upsets…

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Remembering His Laughter

Remembering His Laughter

Sometimes at night, after the kids and dogs are asleep and the house is finally quiet, I’ll close my eyes, concentrate really hard, and try to remember my dad’s voice.  I’ll try to replay a conversation we had or image what he might say about something going on in my life today.  Usually, though, all I can remember is the sound of his laugh.  Filling a room then, and my heart now. I hope that’s the kind of legacy I leave one day.  

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