Happy Birthday Tash!!
Monday, July 25, 2005
Monday, July 11, 2005
hectic days
I haven't blogged in about three weeks and it seems like so much has happened already. We had a bit of a scare amidst our family recently. My mosom was taken into the hospital via ambulance and was in the Intensive Care unit for awhile. He is now doing a lot better and has been moved out of the Intensive Care and moved up to a regular ward. The doctor says he should be out in about a weeks time. That is great news. It was the first time in a long time that I had seen my whole family. It was like a family reunion at the Emergency room that night.
I had taken a week holiday so far. During my holidays, I had lost myself for awhile! I was able to find myself a couple days later, with a bit of help of course. That was a bit hectic and crazy, but was fun and it gave me yet another interesting story.
I had started writing this entry earlier on this week or maybe it was last week. I can't really remember. I was just reading Tash's blogger the other day and I am so excited for her. Here she is going on a trip down to the states and then moving to France. How exciting is that! I am starting to feel real bad here. She had gotten her Canadian Visa awhile back and has been in my country for what a year now? And I haven't been able to make my way over to Quebec to go and meet her. How great of a friend am I! Maybe her moving to France will get me motivated to start saving money so I can go on a grand trip sometime. Or maybe, I am secretly waiting for her to go back to Australia because for as long as I can remember, I had always wanted to go to Australia. I remember when I was a little kid, a teacher once asked me where I wanted to go and I had said "Australia!" I didn't even know where that was at that time, but I had my heart set on going there.
Some memories came rushing back to me this past weekend. But, I was able to handle it. I have grown. This past Saturday, I had received a call from back home saying that three boys had capsized their canoe out on the lake and only one of them had made it back to shore. They had started a search party that day. Just the words "search party" had brought back memories of when we had to start one for my brother. I will always remember the heartache that I went through while walking though those bushes and shrubs, hoping against hope that I wouldn't find him, but rather that he would magically show up alive and well. I can talk about him without crying. I can laugh and joke about him. Thus, I have grown. It wasn't those memories that had came rushing back to me though, but rather the memory of people putting aside their differences and coming together as a community to help and support the family. I didn't know the two boys very well. I had just known to see them as they were from the same community. It was the support and help from friends and family that had helped me and I knew that I had to be there to help out.
I feel like I have written a novel already.
I had taken a week holiday so far. During my holidays, I had lost myself for awhile! I was able to find myself a couple days later, with a bit of help of course. That was a bit hectic and crazy, but was fun and it gave me yet another interesting story.
I had started writing this entry earlier on this week or maybe it was last week. I can't really remember. I was just reading Tash's blogger the other day and I am so excited for her. Here she is going on a trip down to the states and then moving to France. How exciting is that! I am starting to feel real bad here. She had gotten her Canadian Visa awhile back and has been in my country for what a year now? And I haven't been able to make my way over to Quebec to go and meet her. How great of a friend am I! Maybe her moving to France will get me motivated to start saving money so I can go on a grand trip sometime. Or maybe, I am secretly waiting for her to go back to Australia because for as long as I can remember, I had always wanted to go to Australia. I remember when I was a little kid, a teacher once asked me where I wanted to go and I had said "Australia!" I didn't even know where that was at that time, but I had my heart set on going there.
Some memories came rushing back to me this past weekend. But, I was able to handle it. I have grown. This past Saturday, I had received a call from back home saying that three boys had capsized their canoe out on the lake and only one of them had made it back to shore. They had started a search party that day. Just the words "search party" had brought back memories of when we had to start one for my brother. I will always remember the heartache that I went through while walking though those bushes and shrubs, hoping against hope that I wouldn't find him, but rather that he would magically show up alive and well. I can talk about him without crying. I can laugh and joke about him. Thus, I have grown. It wasn't those memories that had came rushing back to me though, but rather the memory of people putting aside their differences and coming together as a community to help and support the family. I didn't know the two boys very well. I had just known to see them as they were from the same community. It was the support and help from friends and family that had helped me and I knew that I had to be there to help out.
I feel like I have written a novel already.
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