Welcome to my first blog post! I decided to kick it off with our trip to the mountains for a much-needed sabbatical. But first, a little about me:
I am Judy, divorced mother of two, grandma of four, and an accountant by trade. I love to cook, from the simplest to the most elaborate gourmet offerings. If there is a delicious new recipe in town, I either have it...or I'm looking for it. In addition to the human family, there is also a family of dogs. Five pugs and a lone Pit Bull mix live here. I am a long-time member of Pug Rescue of NC, a 501(c)3 non-profit charity. I remain the western NC representative, and likely as not, there will be a new foster pug around to write about in addition to my own "fur" children.
The mountain get-away was a planned alternative to spending September 20 alone at home.
It was my daughter's 29th birthday, and she is no longer with us. On June 10, 2008, Angie was killed in a grinding car crash on her way to work. It's still very painful for me to type those words even though I have now accepted the finality of her death. Only time will lessen that pain, and it's still too new. Those of you who have lost a child know the personal devastation. Those who haven't... simply can't imagine the soul-wrenching grief.
But grief is not what this blog is about. Surviving it is. As of today, I have survived 109 days. I'm feeling a lot better. What "feeling better" means is that I survived in spite of myself. Getting well is yet a journey of many miles. Our trip to Pigeon Forge was good for several hundred of those miles.
