Layout share first and then some updates. This was created for the I Can Scraplift That Week 6 Feb.05-Feb.12 Challenge at Scrapbook Graphics.
A Scraplift of Stairway to heaven mix by Monije found here
Credits:Dirt Don't Hurt Neutrals and Come What May Contribution by Heather Manning, Scrap Girls Tools Stitching 4901 action and brushes by Shalae Tippetts and Gettin Edgey 02 Overlays by Royanna Lea Fritschmann (overlay 2). Font is DJB KEELYB by Darcy Baldwin.
Enabling: Dirt Don't Hurt Neutrals by Heather Manning available here, Come What May Collaboration by Purple Paper Flowers Designers available here, Scrap Girls Tools Stitching 4901 action and brushes by Shalae Tippetts available here and Gettin Edgey 02 Overlays by Royanna Lea Fritschmann available here.
Ok updates, we have a date for the funeral, it's going to be next friday at 10:30am. She's going to be cremated and we are having the wake where we had our wedding reception (and various other family gatherings since Nan works there and almost all of the bar staff are family members the ones that aren't family are very good friends). It's looking like there will be a lot of people coming. Mark says his dad seems to be holding up ok, he wants to go back to work because he's not used to being home all day. We are just going to keep a close eye on him and make sure that he's ok. Mark seems to be coping fine no different to his normal self. As for me if you exclude the few nightmares I have had, and the few times that my mind has got mixed up (mark really looks like his mum, especially when he is asleep, even more because of the shaved hair) I have woken up a few times and panicked thinking I was laying next to a dead body. It passes but it's not easy especially when combined with being ill, running a temperature and not sleeping very well. I know that this will pass but it makes everything so much harder right now. Sometimes I just wish I didn't have this well of sadness and experience with death to draw from, the problem is the more
experience you have the easier you think it should be the next time around but because every loss feels different you can never really learn to cope.
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