Well I guess should blog a little bit too since I can see I've been falling behind. I really enjoy talking to you and Dad every week because I miss home so much still. I have been feeling more comfortable here but there's still the part of me that wants to be close to home. I am slowly learning how to live this new part of my life, being away from home and being out in the world and all. At times its pretty scary to think about and then I remind myself to just take it one day at a time. What gets to me most about living here is knowing how much you and Dad miss me. I guess that's just the part of me that cares so much about what others think and how I am so appreciative for you two.
I've been torn between two sides these past few weeks in figuring out what to do. There are days when I want to come back to the U and then there are days (especially) when I'm in the journalism classes that I really want to stay and pursue journalism. I can tell I have an enormous interest in Journalism (Not sure on what part of journalism though) but I am so intrigued when I'm in the class that I just want to do more and more. There is also the piano. I am also thinking about where to go in piano. If I stay here, I would prefer to concentrate on journalism and really excel there. I would stick this semester out with the piano. One aspect that has kept me still with the piano is that I think sometimes I will never pay attention to that kind of music if I don't play. But I understand you can still be an avid fan even if you don't have some fancy degree. I can tell this is a time of significant change for me and a vastly different environment and I'm not sure how to handle it. It is much different than high school, but I'm sure these are things all young adults go through.
Of course, none of these things I've been thinking about have been set in stone but I figured you would be interested in what's going through my mind nowadays. I hope this helps and I will start blogging more frequently now since I'm back to school.
Love You
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Speaking of death
This has been a strange month, what with it being the first month of the new decade and all. I'm still trying to put an end to organizing, although organizing kind of makes me feel, well, organized. Like, I can find things again. I resist a little, though, because a lot of people who do this kind of organizing do it just before they die. I don't plan to do that soon.
Lori's worried about Kev again. He wants to move out (even though he's due to deploy this summer). He's been selling his plasma, and she worries, of course, that he's selling other things. I just pray that Kevin can hang on to some future vision before he ruins his life.
So, speaking of death, there have been two this month. Debbie B's sister, Becky, passed after suffering through ALS. That kind of dying is both beautiful and difficult. The beauty comes from the fact that everyone - including Becky - can prepare. They can celebrate birthdays, share memories and take joy in the simple things, like a sunrise. The hard part, of course, is the suffering for both her and the family that follows her to the end of her life. Debbie cried, but she also looked as though a great burden had been lifted. Becky is at peace now.
Less than a week later, I got a call saying that Di had died. Just like that. Very differently than Becky. She thought she just had a pulled muscle or nerve in her back. For months, she had been doing physical therapy. Then suddenly, she couldn't get out of bed. Her family took her to a nursing home and overnight, she died. Turns out, she had undiagnosed lung cancer that had metasticized to her brain. She'd also had several small strokes.
While it was a shock - some people, you think, will live forever - I also thought it was exactly how she would want to go. You know Di. And for sure, she couldn't tolerate anyone lingering.
Everyone in the Howze house is fine. It's a little empty, but it seems worse because it's been so cold. And the air has been had again. Ugh. We're looking foward to San Francisco. Just tell me what we should bring for you.
Lori's worried about Kev again. He wants to move out (even though he's due to deploy this summer). He's been selling his plasma, and she worries, of course, that he's selling other things. I just pray that Kevin can hang on to some future vision before he ruins his life.
So, speaking of death, there have been two this month. Debbie B's sister, Becky, passed after suffering through ALS. That kind of dying is both beautiful and difficult. The beauty comes from the fact that everyone - including Becky - can prepare. They can celebrate birthdays, share memories and take joy in the simple things, like a sunrise. The hard part, of course, is the suffering for both her and the family that follows her to the end of her life. Debbie cried, but she also looked as though a great burden had been lifted. Becky is at peace now.
Less than a week later, I got a call saying that Di had died. Just like that. Very differently than Becky. She thought she just had a pulled muscle or nerve in her back. For months, she had been doing physical therapy. Then suddenly, she couldn't get out of bed. Her family took her to a nursing home and overnight, she died. Turns out, she had undiagnosed lung cancer that had metasticized to her brain. She'd also had several small strokes.
While it was a shock - some people, you think, will live forever - I also thought it was exactly how she would want to go. You know Di. And for sure, she couldn't tolerate anyone lingering.
Everyone in the Howze house is fine. It's a little empty, but it seems worse because it's been so cold. And the air has been had again. Ugh. We're looking foward to San Francisco. Just tell me what we should bring for you.
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