I came to Lousiana this week to escape death, somehow or another it found me. Three deaths this week. Two of which did not impact me personally, Carrie Fisher and Debbie Reynolds; the other...S's beloved Nanny hit me hard. Once again, I found myself staring into the eyes of grief. Once again, I found myself looking at Noelle's death and how I am dealing, or not dealing, with it.
* For R...who unknowenly restored my faith in love and change...with potato salad.*
A lot of time and effort has been put into Noelle's grave house. Although the "Welcome Mat" hasn't been installed, it is as near completion as it is going to get.
The time it has taken has mostly been because of my stalling. As much as I wanted to do this for her-the completion of it reminds me of the finality of her death, and as we all know, when it comes to acknowledging what her death really means to me, I kind of suck.
The effort put forth by so many to help make this happen for Noelle warms my heart and makes me proud to know I have so many people that will stand behind my wild ideas and eccentricities. Thank you all for your help and support! This little log cabin means the world to me, not only what it stands for in a traditional sense, but how building it broke me down and then built me back up...how it changed me along the way.