The Trouble with Exes…

They don’t stay in Texas…unless of course…you live there…and then…where else would they be…or so it seems…

Honestly…for the most part…I never have contact with my…once husband…unless…there is something going on with the kids that we need to discuss…which is almost never since they are grown…or…there is an event…such as a wedding…but…more likely…a funeral…that brings us together…

It started years ago…his uncle died…he was a man that I admired and respected…he was my daughters’ great uncle…the girls were too young to go alone…I took them…it seemed only natural to do so…

I attended his father’s service…he attended mine…I loved his parents…he loved mine…we both love our daughters…it seemed only natural to do so…

And…it was…or at least it is…in my family…when my step-father passed away last winter…I laughed and said there were enough exes there to be pallbearers…and there were…thankfully they weren’t all mine…but…Grandpa had touched each of their lives in some way…they needed to pay their respects as well…

Not to say it wasn’t awkward at times…but…there were no tense moments…no snide remarks…only condolences for the loss of a great man…

Maybe…it’s not so bad…that those exes…don’t stay in Texas…

Jane

And the Grim Reaper Comes to Call…

Bertha…showed up today…in a skeleton mask….wearing a long, hooded, black robe…carrying a scythe…at least…I hope it was…Bertha…and considering her nudges lately…I’m pretty sure it was her…either that…or someone was really early for Halloween…

She’s been talking to me about change…and…how all change is actually a death…but…that contrary to my previous beliefs…death isn’t necessarily a bad thing…it’s just the first step of change…of getting to where I want to be…

As an example…she said…before I can lose weight…my old eating and exercise habits have to die…my old ways of relating to food as comfort…have to die…

And…I know that is true…I just hadn’t considered them as…death…until now…

She’s saying that autumn…represents a time of death…no matter how prettily dressed the falling leaves are…they are dying…to make way for new leaves in the spring…and…just like with leaves…there is often a gap between…the death…and the rebirth…a time of nurturing and rest…the decaying leaves actually fertilize the soil for the new leaves to come…just as my dying habits strengthen and fertilize my new way of living…

An interesting concept…one that I understand on many levels…but that I believe will continue to evolve for me over the next few months…as I seem to be in a time of transition in so many areas of my life…

I will be curious to see what happens…each time the Grim Reaper…comes to call…

Jane