At the local farmers market, I found myself able to get a weeks supply of carrot greens and beet greens at no charge. I'm in the habit of eating spinach-chicken salad for breakfast, and am now substituting the carrot and beet greens for the spinach. (I dress the salad with splenda sweetened cider vinegar, garlic,black pepper and sunflower oil - so it is a quite tasty breakfast.) Of course I like bitter chewy greens, so I can't rec this for everyone. (On the other hand, don't much like tasteless chewy greens, like a lot of raw kale). My required insulin dose has fallen again (even from what it dropped to after the last blood sugar crash), and I'm starting to sleep better too. Don't know if it has anything to do with these particular greens, especially since my insulin needs long term trend has been down, but it is an interesting coincidence.

I'm on my way back from Maine. We stopped in Massachusetts, to see family and go to a folk festival. The folk festival was pretty good. Seeing family tomorrow. I stupidly forgot my pain pills, and I really need them today, so I'm loading up on as much Advil as I feel safe with.

I sold my bike - I've had for like 7 years and ridden maybe twice - my mom had it before then. Anyway it was probably worth a lot more than I sold it for, but I wanted it gone gone gone and now it is. Also sold 7 books today (bought 1, so net loss of 6). I've listed 3 more things on Craigslist and fingers crossed they sell quickly.

Not sold, but out of the house - 2 old pairs of sneakers (Nike Factory store has a recycling program you can drop off at). So good day for getting stuff out of the house.

Maybe I will motivate some more and get those size 8 clothes measured and photographed for Burrell and Kate.

Yay askye for minions! I'm glad that the PTB at your job have recognized your leadership.

So it's been a bit since I talked about how I'm doing. For some reason, Sunday night at work is particularly hard. But it's not so much missing Hubby as it is being afraid of feeling the grief. I'm afraid of the pain.

That's totally understandable -- and I'm not sure there's any best way to handle it. For some people, the full wallow works; for others, it's letting it in a nibble at a time.

I think of you every day, and have so much love and respect -- I just wish that could help with bearing the load a bit better.

I read stories about women who are all but incapacitated for months and who say the 2nd year is the hardest. I get a gut punch of longing every now and then, but I can keep my brain busy enough that it's a constant melancholy in the back of my head rather than frequent weeping. I don't know if I'm only delaying incapacitation or letting it drain away in a more peaceful manner.

Maybe other women were taken by surprise, maybe they hadn't been playing "what if?" for years.

I think everyone is different. In the short run I kept ridiculously busy. Took a heavy school schedule then visited my sister for a time. Worked out like mad. It was like a super busy foggy haze. In the long run there is just no anticipating when it is going to hit. It has been 27 years and I will still get a sudden wave of heavy grief if I watch a certain movie or see someone or something that hits me the right/wrong way. Fortunately there is some balance now and the wave might be a warm wave of he would love this or he would hate this.

There is no right or wrong, no usual or unusual, it is just what your own psyche has to do to get through it to some point of normal again.

I think the shock of something unanticipated like an accident has an added burden on top of the grief and loss. A friend of mine lost her husband to suicide and she had a heavy dose of pissed off on top of the grief. Turned her into wonder woman or something. She wasn't ever going to need anyone. Did construction projects and fixed her car. Total independence was her method of coping with the loss.

You have to listen to yourself because you know what you need. Crying, or traveling, or taking up pottery. Follow your instincts. I so wish that an outside party could actually help. It is a sucky thing to have to find your way through to put it mildly.

Short version - hugs and love.

It's reassuring to hear of other people who used distraction as a crutch/support. I liken it to a physical wound, it has to sit and heal, and the best way to do it is not to pick at it (I tend to be a picker). Gentle tending, proper protection, let it settle and see how it scars.

It's still weird to be admired for being strong. I know no other way to be than how I am. I confess to envying those who can hide themselves away for a while. I guess they have other people to do the carrying for a while. I suspect my ancestors would be looking at me in somber approval.

I have to rant. Not about work but about my late ex SIL's family. Some of you know (or might remember) that my brother's ex wife and mother to my nephew committed suicide. It was shocking and tragic and in some ways (this is hard to say) a relief becuase she was gearing up for a prolonged custody battle for my nephew after she walked out on them and basically had nothing to do with her son until she started dating this creepy guy.

So there was lots of shock and difficulty navigating what to do for my brother becuase x SIL did not have a will and my nephew E was her closest relative but also a child. Her mother some how ended up executor of her estate and screwed everything up. There wasn't a ton of money but E's maternal grandmother didn't pay the IRS correctly so there thousands of dollars in late fees assessed against the state. She also held onto her daughter's stuff in 2 storage units and those payments came out of the estate.

Then she paid herself (which is legal) and paid her other daughter for something I'm not sure of.

So instead of getting an inheritance my nephew (well his lawyer) gets a bill because the estate owes either xSIL's mother or sister money for something. My brother had his lawyer look at it and she said the numbers don't add up so there is another step involved.

And the xSIL's mother's boyfriend is now calling my brother asking him to drop this, just pay the money otherwise it's going to ruin the relationship between her family and E. Of course it's been MONTHS since they've seen or had any contact with E.

On top of that xSIL's father is sitting in federal prison on major drug charges (he had a coffee plantaiton that was really a pot farm) and xSIL was part owner. The government has seized the property and is selling it, so E will get the money from the sale (well my brother will and it will go into a trust). So the her father wrote my brother and asks him if he can "borrow" the money back. Which I'm pretty sure might be illegal not to mention her dad has no way to pay back the money, what with being in federal prison for what might be the rest of his life considering his health and possible sentence.

Oh! AND AND AND the part that really pisses me off is that the boyfriend (that's xSIL's mother's boyfriend) accused MY BROTHER of being greedy and just out for money. My brother replied that, yes, he's trying to get the money that E should have.

I want to go and yell at all of them or throttle them or something. They are being greedy and lazy and they barely see E who is awesome and wonderful. And even if it's hard to see your grandchild because of grief then it shouldn't be hard not to steal his inheirantance through greed and sloth.