What a difference a week can make. Last night Michael moved from ICU to Step down! He still has a long recovery ahead but this was one giant step forward and such a relief for all of us!
Little Dominic is doing well also; as well as can be expected for an 8 year old boy who is trapped on the sofa with pillows under his leg in July. He is actually going to the zoo today with his summer camp in a wheel chair. My daughter is a nervous wreck but I'm sure those counselors feel so bad about the accident they will be extra careful with him.
I feel like I have lost the whole month of July. I am expecting the release date for my book soon and I am supposed to have the second one completely finished by the time I get the date. The second book is about Michael; so I have an awful lot to add. I also have to plan a release party and although I have always dreamed of being a writer and that dream has come true I feel bad celebrating because I am realizing my dream because my brother died. Any ideas?
Do you know how tragedies and deaths bring out the worst in some people? Well Michael's step father called my husband and basically told him I did some things that I never did. I am one that avoids confrontation at all cost but I was so angry not that he lied about me but that he upset my husband at such a difficult time. Well I called him in front of my husband (on speakerphone) and made him admit he lied. It felt good to stand up for myself for a change but I am harboring resentment and having trouble forgiving him. I need to work on that. There was also someone else from my husband's family that made some ignorant comments to me. I ignored her and my husband brought it up later and told me he heard them and he was angry. I told him we should just let it go and concentrate on Michael. I am also harboring that resentment and don't know if I should forgive and forget or confront?
On a much happier note I stopped by yesterday for a quick visit with brand new grand baby Peyton and her sisters. She is still so tiny but I got a smile from her and that will get me through the week..
I had a talk with my doggies and told them why we have been gone so much and asked them to stop peeing in the house. Strangely since the 'talk' they haven't peed in the house. Do you think I could have a new career as a dog whisperer?
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I have made so many new friends this past week, I cannot help but smile!
They say every face in a crowd has a story to tell, this is my story..
The news shows and newspapers all called it 'Road Rage'. To me that sounded like a disease, an affliction that can make you kill. A sorry excuse to take the claw end of a hammer and slam it repeatedly into the skull of a human being. In April of 1999 my little brother passed away. Doesn't passed away sound so gentle, even normal? David's death was neither. It was murder. He was found lying in a strangers driveway in a pool of blood. He had been punched, stomped and beaten over his entire body. I still have so many questions. I wrote this book at first for therapy and then for answers. I have found a few. I mainly realized l lost a brother tragically and senselessly. Like every other face in the crowd I have a story..and I want to share my story with you! PUBLICATION DATE TO BE ANNOUNCED LATE SUMMER/EARLY FALL :)