Okay, so not EVERY day…

I know what I said.  Daily posts.  I didn’t quite make it but a big THANK YOU to everyone who has sent me pictures so far.  Keep them coming!

We’re in the last week, the final, final countdown. Mom went for the final change of Paula the Pump on Tuesday.  Her levels were all borderline, and there was a moment of consideration to delay her another week, but thankfully they recognized that might have killed her – so they went ahead. She has also received conformation that her PICC line will come out March 4th. Which means after months and months of taping a newspaper bag to her arm in order to get in the shower – she’ll be back to normal in a matter of days, and getting ready in the morning will stop being a 2 hour process…. you know, as soon as she no longer needs a nap after putting on makeup!
On to the good stuff – a few of you sent lots, so I’ll mix them up over the next few days.
Kirsten said while Instagram is a bit beyond her technical prowess taking a picture on her blackberry isn’t! These fat little birds remind her of her kids when they were learning to ski and skate. They’re “supposed” to be Christmas ornaments, but she loves them so much she’s decided to keep them out all year because they make her smile.

Fat Christmas Birds

Bud and Cary missed Mom and Dad in Florida this year, but they’re grateful for the sunsets there, and look forward to many more years ahead counting them down with their favourite neighbours


Florida Sunset

And Marg always smiles when she thinks of the birthday party she went to for Mom a few years ago.  She’s wishing Mom everything wonderful as she reaches this milestone!
Carol  Weldon Birthday

Keep them coming everyone!  On Instagram @60onthe4th or @gingerandgiant and use the hashtag #lovefor60onthe4th or email me meaghanweldon @ gmail dot com

Thanks to everyone I’ve heard from so far – tell your friends we’ve got FIVE more sleeps!!!
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You’ve got a Friend in Me

A little pre-post in anticipation of a lack of wifi and time to write…..
I’ve been thinking lately that it’s funny how friendship works.  Maybe it’s all the Dawson’s Creek I’ve been binge watching lately, maybe it’s the perspective that 12 years out of High School will give you (BTW – OMG 12 years that’s crazy and I’m old). It definitely has something to do with the current events of my little family. Friendship is a really funny thing.
I’m a total introvert.  My best friend in the world is my sister, and other than her I’ve got a few other people that I go to when I need someone, whether it’s for a tea date, a yoga buddy, a confidant, a laugh or a cry. There are very few people in my circle of trust. Most of those people I’ve known for a really long time, and a few newbies that though relatively new, feel like I’ve known them forever, – I’m nothing if not loyal. Anyway, all of these people have responded exactly as I knew they would – that’s why I keep them around.
But there are those that have fallen away.  Not by choice, but more by circumstance. We grew apart, our lives took us to different places, my life was spent in London Ontario for the better part of 8 years post High School graduation.  It’s not only where I went to school, but after I met the Boy there, I spent countless hours on the 401 highway going back and forth every weekend to visit through the summer, and even after I finished and moved back to Toronto, my heart lived in London.  To be honest, I’ve always carried a little guilt around friendships that were once so important to me that I didn’t maintain.
Then Cancer happens.
And it’s funny who steps up and who comes out of the woodwork, to let me know they’re thinking of me, cheering, hoping and sending all of their positive energy my way.  It’s been surprising in some ways – mostly because I tend to hold that guilt, it’s my fault that the friendship is different than I thought it would be, 10, 15 or 20 years ago.  But that’s just part of growing up right?
But then I thought about it, and it’s really not surprising at all.
Because I would do the same.  I would be heartbroken if I heard that something was happening in one of their families.  I would offer the same condolence, the same small messages of hope, of cheer and all of my positive energy.
So without naming names and without getting too sappy.  I just wanted to say thank you.  It really means a lot to me.
I’m pretty big on all things for a reason, in my opinion it’s really the only way to maintain sanity. So if all things are for a reason – I hope this reason is to bring you back into my life.
And maybe we can be friends again.
For reals this time.
Or maybe it’s enough to know that even though we grow up and grow apart, I’ll keep you in my heart and you can keep me in yours. And we’ll nix those guilty feelings for good.
XOXO

Picking up where you leave off

Not just picking up with friends – which was where the title came from a week ago when I first typed it, but with this blog.  Not suer if you noticed, but I sort of dropped off the planet.  Sorry about that.  So I’ve considered doing a mad post of all the things I have been doing the past couple of weeks instead of blogging… hmmm.  This blog is to for me to keep a record of my life to look back on – and the Boy have been busy living the life I want to remember, it seems silly to skim over the busy parts and give special attention to the everyday parts.

So I’m compromising, I’ll condense but I won’t skim over.

This takes me to event #1 A Date with K8

Do you have a friend that you don’t see a lot, maybe they live in another country, or province (my case) or maybe they live down the street, but your lives took you in different places and you just don’t seem to see eachother as much as you know you should?  I’m sure a lot of people can relate – there’s someone you don’t see but once you do, it’s like you saw them yesterday.  It’s a great feeling.  Picking up where you leave off.  Like they never left.  Like you’re still 21 living in an apartment together, going to school and hanging out on the couch.  That was my date with K8.

She arrived fashionably late, mostly because she left late, and we apparently live a ridiculous distance from civilization (read Toronto).  But once she arrived there was wine, there was gossip, there was talking about boys, and of course talk about the Boy.  Talk about family, friends, travel, school plans, job plans, weddings (ours and others) and of course her plans to move home to me.  And then the Boy came home – and finished making us dinner (I had prepared, he BBQ’d).

Something that makes a great friend even greater – when they love your Boy as much as they love you.  Once the Boy got home he and K8 were able to pick up where they left off and we all went to Dairy Queen for Children’s Miracle Network Blizzards!  As a side note Dairy Queen has a new size – Mini! It’s really the perfect amount of ice cream.  There’s just one problem, it’s $2.99! $3 for a teeny tiny blizzard.  It may be the perfect amount of ice cream, but it’s a total rip off.  For as often as I go to Dairy Queen – I think I’ll probably suck up the stomach ache and stick with a Small.

The Boy went to bed by 10:30 (a late night for him) while K8 and I stayed up talking for another 2 hours.  I couldn’t even tell you all the things we talked about – we just talked.  We caught up, we recapped, we analyzed, we laughed, and when she very reluctantly had to leave – I could have cried.

That’s the bittersweet part about the great friend you can pick right up with, it makes you wish you didn’t have to pick back up where you left off.  It makes you wish you didn’t have to pick up at all – that she was just there, in your everyday, all the time.

That’s why she needs to move back to the T-dot.  STAT.

So K8, when you’re reading this – book your ticket, pack your stuff, and get back here.  I had a great night and I think you’ll agree, it’d be great if we could do it more frequently than semi-annually!

Keeping friendships alive

June is friendship month in my life.  Unfortunately, I’ve lost too many friends in my twenty-something years, and it seems to be that June is the month for remembering those that I’ve lost.   They’re sad events no doubt, and I’d rather that we didn’t have to have them of course, but they bring a silver lining – it keeps my friendships alive with those that may have drifted away.  Even if I only see friends once a year – we are forever bonded by the person we all loved and lost.  As I was thinking about how to blog about the weekend I started to think, these events are really a celebration of friendship, on all fronts.

So with that in mind, this weekend the Boy and I headed off to Kitchener to golf and remember our friend B-Rad Harries.  Brad played volleyball for Western with the boy for one year.  He was in a car accident June 6, 2006 caused by a reckless driver going way too fast, passing far too many people, and inevitably crossing the median and crashing into Brad’s car that was innocently driving along in the opposite direction.  Alcohol wasn’t a factor.  It was mid-day.  Miraculously, Brad survived the crash.  Friends that were living in London were able to visit him.  His parents were able to tell him how much they loved him.  For that I’m sure they will always be grateful.  Brad was making a really strong recovery, but injuries run deep and complications are complicated.  He passed away as a result of his injuries two weeks later. 

How can I encapsulate the spirit of Brad? I can’t.  But I’ll give it a shot. 

Every year that the Boy played volleyball for Western I chose a new team favourite.  From the rookies each year I’d pick the one that I loved the most.  In the Boy’s second year I picked Brad.  He was awesome.  Adorable. Talented.  Musically talented that is – just awesome.  Not so much with volleyball – I mean he was better than most.  Certainly better than you or me,  but he didn’t play regularly.  He was usually in charge of the video camera.  But the great part about him – he always had a smile on his face when he did it.  He was genuinely happy to be part of the team.  It didn’t matter that he didn’t play.  He was just happy to be there.

A bigger testament to his awesomeness, even more so than being my favourite.  Brad passed away after his first year.  He only had 8 months to make friends with the Western volleyball boys.  This year was the fourth annual B-Rad Invitational.  These boys come from all over Ontario, one came all the way from Saskatchewan this year, to remember their friend.  You must be a totally awesome person for people you’ve known for only a short time to not let their friendship with you fade over time.

The weekend recap involved best ball golf.  I am happy to say that Team Meaghan won (in our hearts) and that I made actual contributions to our team (hence the name).  We ended up at 6 under – my best golf score ever!  Turns out I love best ball – it’s so much fun, and far less frustrating.

We “camped” it wasn’t real camping because we didn’t use our tent.  Turns out twenty-something single boys do not seem to know how to prepare for camping – and brought nothing.  So we all crammed into a Yurt (a permanent tent-like contraption, pitched on a deck, with bunk beds).  The boy and I used our air mattress and confirmed it does have a slow leak in it somewhere.  By the morning my hips were on the floor and my head and neck were contorted in awkward angles.  It’s now Wednesday and I’m still sore.

Finally we were reunited with friends that have spent the last 9 months in Australia.  They got home the day before but cried “Jet lag be damned – we wouldn’t miss it!”  They weren’t able to golf, but they did join us at another friend’s Buck and Doe (that’s country talk for wedding shower).  We’re growing up, but keeping the memory and friendship alive of the great guy we lost along the way.

All in all an exhausting but really wonderful weekend.  Blogging a shout out to B-Rad – you were my favourite rookie of all time, hands down.

Pictures to follow – but still staying at Mom and Dad’s… the camera cord is there, but the battery is dead.  FOILED!