Today marks three years since we unexpectedly lost Mom. And even after three years, the pain of that loss is still so raw. There’s a void that I feel like I’ll never be able to fill entirely. I still dream about her, but it’s usually dreams that involve someone or something preventing us from seeing each other. Like even my subconscious knows that she’s just out of reach.
This past weekend, I participated in my first ever Ottawa Dragon Boat Festival, and it was AMAZING!!!
I’ve lived in Ottawa since 2013, and every spring/summer I see all the boats on the water and think, “Man, that looks like fun!” Well, this year, I made a point to find out how I could be a part of the festivities. I joined a team organized by the Ottawa Sport & Social Club (OSSC) back in mid-May, and we practiced every Tuesday evening, for six weeks, until race weekend.
Two years. Two whole years. It’s funny how time ticks by sometimes. There are days when I feel like it’s been an eternity since I last saw her, and others when I still get the urge to pick up the phone to gab and gush. For ten glorious seconds I believe that she’ll pick up the phone on the other end.
My mom and I often talked about having a girls weekend in NYC. We’d see a couple shows, go shopping, and explore the endlessly exciting city. Unfortunately, our plans never came to fruition, but I just experienced the next best thing…
Today, my beautiful mommy would have turned 65 years young.
Well, my friends, I’m back from attending my first ever RWA (Romance Writers of America) conference, and it was everything I hoped it would be and so much more! Now, brace yourselves, grab a snack. Be sure to stay hydrated. This post reached epic length about halfway through typing it…
Three, two, one, jump!
My friends, this is the year for checking items off my Bucket List! I spent a lot of last year in a fog, after losing Mom, then I realized that I’m not just living life for myself anymore; I’m living it for both of us. That means being a little bolder, a little braver, and a whole lot more badass.
It also means jumping out of an airplane…from over 13,000 feet in the air.
I’ve been a teacher for more than four years now. I’ve spent time in dozens of schools in the Ottawa region. Wonderful schools full of amazing students and teachers. They all hold a special place in my heart. But my life completely transformed when I entered Rideau High School for the first time.
On Monday, February 8th, 2016, I woke up lacking the usual spring in my step. I’d just started a new job teaching Science and Physical Education at Rideau High School, and my classes were extremely challenging. To top it all off, I’d never taught Science before so I’d spent the entire weekend cramming as much information into my head as possible, and fretting, and hoping I wouldn’t show any signs of weakness. But teenagers can always smell fear. Somehow, by some miracle, I made it through the day.
Hello, my friends! I celebrated my 34th birthday yesterday. I know, you’re all thinking I don’t look a day over 25. It’s true, and thank you. 😉 I couldn’t help but think of my mom. Last year, my birthday celebration was the last time we were all together as a family, and I remember we had such a wonderful day/night. We stopped in to visit my grandparents (Mom’s parents) and had some snacks with them, then we continued the festivities at The Royal Palace. We ordered pizza, ate all kinds of goodies, including the delicious cookie cake Mom made for the occasion, and we played a new board game the Royals gave to me. I won, of course. Charlie was adorable. We laughed and laughed. It was a day I will never, ever forget.