I can finally shout from the rooftops that Steven has been accepted into the Doctor of Physical Therapy program at Nazareth College in Rochester, New York!! I have kept this secret for about a week until I could break it to my wonderful boss, Diann. This is such a huge accomplishment for him. He has worked hard for many years and it's nice to be able to see a light at the end of the tunnel.
The program is a three year program that begins May 18. It seems so fast to get everything in order and get him out there to start school. Luckily, I have a wonderful brother and sister-in-law who live in Rochester already and have already bent over backward to help our search. It will be so nice to be close to them.
There are still many things to work out and many decisions to be made. Congratulations Steven! You are such a hard worker and a wonderful husband. I can't wait to start this new adventure with you--many more things to look forward to. New York here we come!
Friday, April 10, 2009
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Six Months
Today is one of those days I just have to talk about my mom. Six months ago today I lost her. In some ways six months has flown; in other ways, this six months has gone by in a slow drum of day-in-day-out. It is hard to think that I haven't talked to my mom for six months. I haven't hugged my mom for six months. I haven't spent a single day with my mom for six months. I haven't heard her voice on the other end of the phone line for six months.
I have gone to visit my mom every day for the last six months. There is a beaten path to where she rests. The snow has melted, the grass has turned green and the birds have begun to watch me from their tall perches in the old trees at the cemetery. But visiting my mom now is not the same as when I used to visit her. I can still tell my mom everything on my mind; I am sure she still listens, but now she never answers back.
I miss my mom. I miss my mom more than I can say. To my family, may you feel my love and may you have a special moment today to remember mom. She was wonderful and still is.
I have gone to visit my mom every day for the last six months. There is a beaten path to where she rests. The snow has melted, the grass has turned green and the birds have begun to watch me from their tall perches in the old trees at the cemetery. But visiting my mom now is not the same as when I used to visit her. I can still tell my mom everything on my mind; I am sure she still listens, but now she never answers back.
I miss my mom. I miss my mom more than I can say. To my family, may you feel my love and may you have a special moment today to remember mom. She was wonderful and still is.
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