Hi baby,
Nine weeks today. It seems like an eternity ago although it hasn?t really been all that long.
I heard from your sister yesterday and then again today. She?s coming down the weekend of your birthday and wanted to get together on Sunday August 5th. I think it?s a great idea. She mentioned getting Steven and Ann over here too and I?d like to. Maybe we can send you balloons twice? I wrote to her about the chat rooms and boards for grieving sibs but she is not into that. She says she goes to the website I made for you to ?visit? you and that she talks to someone who?s lost a sister.
It?s okay. Everyone grieves differently. I know that.
Billy got into it with another neighbor at the pool yesterday. He?s a great kid but sometimes I could just strangle him. We got a letter from the management about how guests are not allowed in the pool or at the tennis court without the presence of the residents. So anyway, Heidi, Kristin and I left the pool (they?re not old enough to be there without me) and Billy stayed. This resident came and let two older men onto the tennis court and then he went away.
One of the women at the pool (the red headed bitch-woman, remember her? Bitch in charge, or something, whatever it was you called her?) called the COPS and they came and she wanted them to make the men leave. So Billy spoke up and said they could be HIS guests and the police told him to go play in the pool. The woman turned on Billy and said how would he like it if strangers came in and took over the pool? I told Billy that as un-Christian as that woman was being it was NOT Billy?s business to get in the middle of it. He doesn?t see it that way.
Speaking of Billy, the two of us went to another special ed committee meeting today and wow! Billy has an IQ of 145?our boy is a genius! But when they did written motor skills, it?s like he?s 9 years old. So next year they are giving him unlimited computer use, unlimited time for tests, and now he?s going to begin to get occupational therapy! Hallelujah!!!! Billy is much more motivated and a bit more together?I?ll bet you are proud of him, sweetheart. He really is trying.
Poor Heidi! She is really sick! I had been leaving messages for the doctor to change her medication since Monday and NO ONE called me. Today I looked in her throat and her right tonsil was enlarged and practically dripping pus. :P So I took her right in and the doctor prescribed ceftin for her and also drew blood for a strep test. Some of the blood work came back and I have to call the doctor back and find out what?s what.
If I don?t get a chance to write more today, you know I love you. And you know?we?ve all been seeing the butterflies, my love.
Love,
Me
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I've always been Irishcoda, even before WN.
Irish because I'm Norwegian and
coda means that I have deaf parents.
Background on that--a coda in music is the closing section that is distinct
from the rest of the piece of music, part of the piece but different. And
Codas are like that, we look and act like everyone but we are different. Our
deaf parents have their own language and culture and we are part of that
too. Millie Brother, the founder of the coda organization picked the name
because she loved music and felt that it fit.
And for the people who like acronymns, someone came up with Children Of Deaf
Adults (CODA). I don't particularly care for that, I am not a child.