Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Vacay Day 4

Monday, July 27, 2009

Monday brought us waking at Jill's to a breakfast of Biscuits and Gravy. Yum! The kids barely contained themselves long enough to sit and eat before they were off to the back yard to play on the swings and dig in the dirt.

By the afternoon, it was approaching 1200 degrees, so we decided it was time for a dip in Elise's pool. Elise is married to our cousin, and she's one of the nicest ladies I've ever met. I love her.

Good call on the swimming.


Gretta, Maggie, Gracie, Emma, and Livvy.



Her pool is awesome, with a raised hot tub (kind of a moot point in Vegas in July), a small 1 foot deep kids shelf, and then the entire rest of the pool is 12' deep. Gretta spent her time swimming in the kiddie area, while Gracie entertained all of us with her sweet swimming skills with her floaties on. The big kids took to jumping off the ledge and splashing all of us.

After a quick trip back to Jill's to shower and change, we grabbed lunch at Port O Subs, and headed out for our drive to Utah. Luckily this time there was no puking, but plenty of fighting from the back seat. We made a pit stop in Fillmore, of course, and got shorted on our order at the Carl's Jr there. So we ended up making the kids all share one 4 piece chicken stars meal. That didn't go over too well, but soon enough they were asleep, so it didn't matter.

We finally rolled in to Riverton around 11. It was good to be home. We had to stop by my dad's to pick up his car, so we could return our rental, and I spent a few moments in my mom's room.

Last year on this day was the day after she died. I miss her. Her stuff is still there. Her lotion and her watches and her books. It's like she's still there, just on vacation or something. Except that the feeling of her is gone. I guess that's something I'll never get used to. I think the initial pain of losing her is gone, but now it's just a distant ache. It's not overwhelming on a daily basis anymore, but if I sit still long enough, and think back to those last days, I still get that panicky feeling like it's more than I can take.

One year. Wow. So much has changed. But time marches on, and life continues.

Stay tuned for more adventures.

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6 comments:

Kelli said...

I can't believe it has been a year already. It seems like forever but it seems like yesterday at the same time.

Kalli Ko said...

one year, you made it. Good job.

Noel said...

Kel,
Had a hard time reading this one. You go from the happy Keli I know, to remembering last year during worst of times. Just want ya to know I love ya and you are possibly one of the strongest gals around.

- Noel

ClistyB said...

My husband so enjoys traveling thru the Fillmore/Beaver area.

Meg & Josh said...

Count on Clisty to make a dirty comment....I love her! :)

The Carl's Jr. sucks in Fillmore. They shorted us too once. jerks.

Her room still gets me. Every time I go in there I still think she should be laying in bed. I miss her too.

Nurse Heidi said...

A year?? Already. Amazing. Getting over that hump is the biggest and the hardest.

I remember the first time I opened up Elizabeth's box of things that they didn't smell like her any more. Kinda similar to how you felt in your mom's room, I imagine. It's remarkable to me how much smell is associated with memory.