Early W. Roberts, Jr.

January 5, 1923 - January 22, 2009

Part 1

Just for the record, I starting writing this post at 10pm on Jan 10, 2009. I'm not really ready to deal with this post, so I will probably take me a few days to finish it.
This past week I went to DC for training for my new job. It was a awesome week. I spent a lot of time with my sister and nieces. I plan to move there after my daughter graduates from high school and goes off to college. Sometimes I get really scared and freaked out about moving - that's when I know it's time for a visit. This visit was right on time. My timeline for moving is the fall - just in time for the birth of my new great-niece or nephew. How cool is that?
During this same week, my father was admitted to the hospital - on his 86th birthday - for fluid in his lungs. Yesterday we were told he has stage 4 lung cancer. How uncool is that?
I remind myself everyday how blessed I am to be 44 and still have both my parents, still married to each other - 60 years in March. Ok...time to stop - hurts too much.

No longer waiting to exhale...

Friends are the people who let you be yourself... and never let you forget it.

I really didn't like that movie, "Waiting to Exhale"... just seemed too bitter to me. I completely get that Bernie was pissed - who can blame her? Geesh. I'm just not a "sell everything for $1 and burn the rest" kinda girl. God knows, I have every reason to be - just don't have his car or anything of real value that he left behind! Besides, we've tried the bonfire thing, and I don't really need another visit from the police or fire department lol!

For all of October and November, I was completely caught up with T - forgetting who I am, and what I am all about. In the past two weeks I have discovered new friends, and more importantly, that my old friends love me, and let me be myself.

I think that's one of the main reasons why this ordeal hasn't broken my spirit - and only strengthened my determination to reach my goals and find true happiness.