I was deep inside this with you, this vivid in all its details retelling of this week in your life and Sophie’s and Henry’s and Oliver’s and Carl’s. I realized I was holding my breath reading each word that poured out of you, shaking my head at the all of it, thinking how heroically (sorry, it’s the only word that comes to mind) you surrendered to each thing unfolding, even the panicked run through the mall, returning home from the surreal airport hanger at dawn, settling Sophie back into her nurturing space, and now Covid. Dear God, please give Elizabeth and family a fucking break, I thought. And yet your grace. Your inexorable *keeping on.* A master class in meeting what comes. Under the sorrow, I’m a bit in awe. I’m so sorry. I love you. I’m glad Carl held your hand.
You're worn out. You've been doing this for a long, long time.
I'm glad that you and Sophie are okay, that the covid is mild, that Sophie is on antibiotics.
I also want to thank you for the CBD recommendation. Things have changed here since we last tried marijuana. I can just go to a dispensary here and ask for CBD gummies, which is what I did. I tried one on myself first, nothing terrible happened, except my brain got quiet, so I gave her one the next day. We had another appointment with the psychiatrist yesterday and Katie's primary caregiver said, "We have our Katie back." Katie is happy again. So thank you so much Elizabeth. These past two months have been a nightmare for Katie and us. Actually I can't thank you enough.
Get well soon. Have a wonderful Christmas. Sending love and hugs.
Echoing the “for fuck’s sake!” I hope you get some sort of a do-over holiday party where you get to feel festive and celebrated and joyful, and I hope the reverberations of angst and emergency slow slow slow in your body and mind and move through and out of you. I love you.
I can only add my chorus of “for fuck’s sake.” (That Mel Brooks analogy is pretty spot on, too.) Sending every drop of everything good or helpful or hopeful I could wish for you, all, in this moment♥️
Seriously though, “for fuck’s sake.” With a healthy dollop of Merry_______ (fill in the blank), and an abundant amount of __________ in the New Year. May a measure of peace and joy find it’s way to you as you navigate through life experiencing all that it so generously _____ on you. May your “little mother mind” help light the way always. love,
I share your terrible grief and sadness. The world is not right. So lost, unforgiving and desperate. I have felt it too. I know you will keep your head up and find strength to go forward, but I feel your pain. My heart aches with, and for you.
A day before Thanksgiving a younger sister took her life. This week Auntie placed a towel in her microwave at the care home. It caught fire and all hell broke loose. Everything if fine. All is fine. Except of course when it isn’t. Our beautiful pup of seven years was diagnosed with terminal cancer yesterday.
MIL from memory care and pyrotechnic Auntie are having Christmas with us. I’m fucking not jolly about any of this. Christmas of 1982, my parents died from smoke inhalation, in2016 my beloved FIL passed away on Christmas Day, after his brave battle with cancer.
Why have I shared all of this with you dear Elizabeth? Your heart and arms are so weary, you need not hear my song and dance. I guess I came knowing that you could understand my grief. A walk through hell is so lonely. We can feel so lost. There is comfort when we share our tribulations. We are not pity-party goes, we simply need to know there is solace, a caring thought or two, and I send you boatloads.
As for this Country. It’s going to do what it will. We are excused from serving it for the here, and now. We have bigger fish to fry. We are building our reserves. We must.
If only the world was balanced. I always thought because I was doing so much for maggie I should be spared things like flat tires and clogged toilets. Similarly, Sophie should be spared from accidents and injuries and you from the pic that companies them.
But I think we both know there is no balance - or rhyme or reason - to any of this. That is precisely why the concert was so important. You have to take your victories where you can, even if you have to invent them. ANd I’m sure Sophie enjoyed it.
I’m so sorry Elizabeth. Sorry for Sophie’s injury, for you having to deal with the celeb hospital again (or any medical setting) and Covid to boot. Ugh. Life feels grueling right now and you have encapsulated that perfectly as always. I am wishing you, Carl, Sophie and the boys a safe and happy holidays and new year. You are always in my heart. Much love 💕
I really have no words. I'm just so glad for the people you have in your life who so deeply love and care for you and Sophie. And for those who see you both with clarity.
For fuck’s sake! I’m so sorry for all of this (my Ben is recovering from a hip broken from a mysterious fall) and hope you and Sophie have a quick recovery. For FUCK’s sake! Xoxo
Wishing you, Dear Elizabeth, even more strength and fortitude for the coming year. May there be some Merry in your holidays and Happy in your New Year. Sending this with an extra heaping helping of love and hugs. x0x0x0 N2
I was deep inside this with you, this vivid in all its details retelling of this week in your life and Sophie’s and Henry’s and Oliver’s and Carl’s. I realized I was holding my breath reading each word that poured out of you, shaking my head at the all of it, thinking how heroically (sorry, it’s the only word that comes to mind) you surrendered to each thing unfolding, even the panicked run through the mall, returning home from the surreal airport hanger at dawn, settling Sophie back into her nurturing space, and now Covid. Dear God, please give Elizabeth and family a fucking break, I thought. And yet your grace. Your inexorable *keeping on.* A master class in meeting what comes. Under the sorrow, I’m a bit in awe. I’m so sorry. I love you. I’m glad Carl held your hand.
LOVE this so much.
You're worn out. You've been doing this for a long, long time.
I'm glad that you and Sophie are okay, that the covid is mild, that Sophie is on antibiotics.
I also want to thank you for the CBD recommendation. Things have changed here since we last tried marijuana. I can just go to a dispensary here and ask for CBD gummies, which is what I did. I tried one on myself first, nothing terrible happened, except my brain got quiet, so I gave her one the next day. We had another appointment with the psychiatrist yesterday and Katie's primary caregiver said, "We have our Katie back." Katie is happy again. So thank you so much Elizabeth. These past two months have been a nightmare for Katie and us. Actually I can't thank you enough.
Get well soon. Have a wonderful Christmas. Sending love and hugs.
Echoing the “for fuck’s sake!” I hope you get some sort of a do-over holiday party where you get to feel festive and celebrated and joyful, and I hope the reverberations of angst and emergency slow slow slow in your body and mind and move through and out of you. I love you.
Prayers
I can only add my chorus of “for fuck’s sake.” (That Mel Brooks analogy is pretty spot on, too.) Sending every drop of everything good or helpful or hopeful I could wish for you, all, in this moment♥️
Seriously though, “for fuck’s sake.” With a healthy dollop of Merry_______ (fill in the blank), and an abundant amount of __________ in the New Year. May a measure of peace and joy find it’s way to you as you navigate through life experiencing all that it so generously _____ on you. May your “little mother mind” help light the way always. love,
I share your terrible grief and sadness. The world is not right. So lost, unforgiving and desperate. I have felt it too. I know you will keep your head up and find strength to go forward, but I feel your pain. My heart aches with, and for you.
A day before Thanksgiving a younger sister took her life. This week Auntie placed a towel in her microwave at the care home. It caught fire and all hell broke loose. Everything if fine. All is fine. Except of course when it isn’t. Our beautiful pup of seven years was diagnosed with terminal cancer yesterday.
MIL from memory care and pyrotechnic Auntie are having Christmas with us. I’m fucking not jolly about any of this. Christmas of 1982, my parents died from smoke inhalation, in2016 my beloved FIL passed away on Christmas Day, after his brave battle with cancer.
Why have I shared all of this with you dear Elizabeth? Your heart and arms are so weary, you need not hear my song and dance. I guess I came knowing that you could understand my grief. A walk through hell is so lonely. We can feel so lost. There is comfort when we share our tribulations. We are not pity-party goes, we simply need to know there is solace, a caring thought or two, and I send you boatloads.
As for this Country. It’s going to do what it will. We are excused from serving it for the here, and now. We have bigger fish to fry. We are building our reserves. We must.
❤️
No words.
Just love for you and Sophie and Henry, Carl & Oliver.
If only the world was balanced. I always thought because I was doing so much for maggie I should be spared things like flat tires and clogged toilets. Similarly, Sophie should be spared from accidents and injuries and you from the pic that companies them.
But I think we both know there is no balance - or rhyme or reason - to any of this. That is precisely why the concert was so important. You have to take your victories where you can, even if you have to invent them. ANd I’m sure Sophie enjoyed it.
And Covid just sucks all the way around.
Merry Christmas, my friend.
Make that PANIC. Not pic.
I’m so sorry Elizabeth. Sorry for Sophie’s injury, for you having to deal with the celeb hospital again (or any medical setting) and Covid to boot. Ugh. Life feels grueling right now and you have encapsulated that perfectly as always. I am wishing you, Carl, Sophie and the boys a safe and happy holidays and new year. You are always in my heart. Much love 💕
Oh, Elizabeth. A chorus of for fuck's sake (or is it sakes?) in response to this.
I really have no words. I'm just so glad for the people you have in your life who so deeply love and care for you and Sophie. And for those who see you both with clarity.
I wish I had something more original than adding to the pile of "for fuck's sake" with the most loving empathy. ❤️🩹
For fuck’s sake! I’m so sorry for all of this (my Ben is recovering from a hip broken from a mysterious fall) and hope you and Sophie have a quick recovery. For FUCK’s sake! Xoxo
Wishing you, Dear Elizabeth, even more strength and fortitude for the coming year. May there be some Merry in your holidays and Happy in your New Year. Sending this with an extra heaping helping of love and hugs. x0x0x0 N2