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Hey there.
First: thank you for all of the notes and cyberhugs and Dee and Laurie for giving me real hugs.
No, tonight was not any better. Last night: Kate. Tonight: Kenny.
Every day: Me.

How does Shelley console herself when all she can do is cry?
Play with wordle!
If you paste in a block of text or a website address, it assesses the words you use and makes a "word cloud" representative of that piece of writing.

Dave's CaringBridge Site created this one:

Here's the one from this blog:

You can change fonts and colors and layouts. It's kinda fun.
But it didn't make me smile.
Just cry some more.

I guess tomorrow it will be Zach.
And then maybe we can start breathing again.

And today, praying, and praying.
Air1 never fails me. Listen to this:

Whatever You're Doing by Sanctus Real

It's time for healing time to move on
It's time to fix what's been broken too long
Time make right what has been wrong
It's time to find my way to where I belong
There's a wave that's crashing over me
All I can do is surrender

Whatever you're doing inside of me
It feels like chaos somehow there's peace
It's hard to surrender to what I can't see
but I'm giving in to something heavenly

Time for a milestone
Time to begin again
Revaluate who I really am
Am I doing everything to follow your will
or just climbing aimlessly over these hills
So show me what it is you want from me
I give everything I surrender...


Time to face up
Clean this old house
Time to breathe in and let everything out
That I've wanted to say for so many years
Time to to release all my held back tears

Whatever you're doing inside of me
It feels like chaos but I believe
You're up to something bigger than me
Larger than life something heavenly

Whatever you're doing inside of me
It feels like chaos but now I can see
This something bigger than me
Larger than life something heavenly
Something heavenly

It's time to face up
Clean this old house
Time breathe in and let everything out

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  1. I keep thinking that I'm old enough now, some women my age actually go through menopause.

    But not me, you could set your clock by my schedule.

    So last night "mommy's friend" arrived (Do you watch Desperate Housewives? If not, that won't make sense but it was in last Sunday's episode).

    Not that it really makes me feel better, but it does remind me that the bone-deep tiredness, constant tears, and hysterical mood swings might, in fact, have at least a partly biological basis.

    And that comforts me a little because I know that in a few days it will pass.

    But that's not all of it. You're doing better than me, you're writing.

    Life is hard. I think I'll try wordle.

  2. Hope today is better than yesterday, the day before that and the day before that. The sun must be coming soon again to the Meyers household; review those Homecoming Pics and remember the sun does come out maybe not the same way it did when Dave was around but it came out. Walla Walla and Wa Hi surrounded your family with so much love and now families far and near surround you and smother you with hugs to keep you going. You can keep putting one foot in front of the other and Dave will be there in spirt to nudge you along; he will, believe he will.

  3. Wow, Chelle, those Hmmm. I you think it is worse before some extra big growing thing takes place, you know, like when the kid were little, we used to always say "oh, he's going thru a growth spurt' or, 'bet he's going to grow soon". So maybe, maybe, it is all because you , too, are growing , growing into the next...whatever it is. Maybe?

    Sometimes it is worse before it is better. I'm praying for that, for you. I cried so hard before the office move, now....I'm better. maybe you are going through a door you don't really know about yet.....

    Love you country mouse,


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