This little beauty has been my granddaughter for a while now. Today? It became official!! Her name is now changed to my son and daughter in law’s last name!!
Ain’t she just adorabubble! She shares a birthday with her Daddy, my son.
Her big sister and her BIG brother!
Our new little bug is something special and she fits RIGHT in with the rest of them….
Welcome to the family Aub!!!!
Yesterday was Portland Prairie Services.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Portland_Prairie_Methodist_Episcopal_Church
This is the cemetery where several generation of grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins are buried.
And also my brother.
I’d like to mourn him. But for some reason it is JUST not happening.
I’ve said before he would go weeks without contacting me. Then I’d hear from him for a weekend straight.
He lived with me for a long time up on the ridge. He would come in off the road for a long weekend every 6 weeks. No sense in renting an apartment for that kind of living. So he just ‘rented’ one of my 6 bedrooms. I think he paid me in 6 pounds of butter and a couple gallons of milk. Sometimes a couple steaks so we could grill out.
I got him back involved with the family when Nick and I finally married. He learned then when I said come over you’ll have fun, that I wasn’t kidding.
But then instead of being my brother, he got pretty damn bossy. And I got pretty frustrated with him.
So right now, my emotions about him are pretty messed up.
I have no idea what or how to feel.
How fucked up is THAT?
It does. It really does!
(you tried didn’t you??)
So….any wild plans for the weekend?
C’mon….post ’em in my comments.
Let’s see who has the wildest fun planned for the weekend.
I’m trying to decide between a car show over an hour away, a car show 3.5 miles away, Hoedown, and just staying home. Oh the excitement of it all. ~yawn~
Sunday is all day up by my parents. Heidi is coming in from Kansas. Sunday night my friend is coming from Missouri and staying for a few days while her son goes to Mayo.
My house is finally getting sorted. I’m enjoying it. Except my ‘office’ is a disaster. Time for another bonfire and more paper sorting.
I’m cleaning off my HUGE book case so that can get sold and out of my house. (Photo is from 2010-11)
It’s the one behind the black chair and white lamp. It’s HUGE. I love the thing, just don’t need it anymore. The bottom has two sliding doors that store all my maps and guide books.
Here you can see not only how sturdy that book case is, but the Hot Rod Red walls I used to have.
Ugh
The desk was a disaster area while I was painting. SO many things are getting packed up and donated now. I’m done storing all this stuff. I have donated enough stuff to start my own store.
Not doing so hot today. First it is 2 years ago today for the funeral. Second, I’m talking with my friend R about the guy I am considering ‘being with’. FwB is what I am after for now. I’m done getting hurt. I don’t care if it is a part of life. I just want something to go right.
Apparently Ken’s defection has hurt more than I thought it would. But I’ll get past it.
If I can survive losing Nick? I can survive ANYTHING.
I’m doing MUCH better this year. Still…thinking about this brings a tear to my eye. I’m sure tonight I will go home and lose it. It’s been a while. I’ll watch my youtube videos of him and remember the feel of him under my hand.
I miss him so.
One year ago, July 27, 2016. His best friend, Joe, is holding me up. Or was I holding him up? Or maybe it was mutual. I don’t recall. I just know we were both hurting, pretty bad.
I will be forever grateful to my friend Tom for taking photos of the funeral. That day is pretty blurry for me. To have these photos brings it back so I remember. I don’t want to ever forget.
I miss him so.
Driving my old truck today. Really feeling Nick.
I went and sat at the park for my lunch.
About froze my ass off. Wow!
Grandson heard the truck running this morning.
“Nonna?”
Yes?
“Are we taking your truck today?”
Yes, we are.
“ALRIGHT!!!”
I get him to daycare and all the little boys are lined up at the door.
One of them tells me ‘that’s an F100.’ I said ‘yes, it is. How did you know that?’
‘HE TOLD ME’ and he points at this young boy who looked about 7 or 8.
I asked him how he knew what it was.
“I know my trucks.”
Ok, then what year is it………..(the other children are hollaring out 2017! a 2018!!)
“1957” he replied.
My jaw about dropped to the floor.
I said “Who ARE you??”
‘Just a kid who knows his trucks.’
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahhahahahaha
I was suitably impressed.
My lilies are blooming right now. I’m seemingly better this year than last. I haven’t cried for a while till last night. I miss him still. Always will.
I think this was the day I met with the pastor about the service. Everything is such a blurrrrrr….
Then I get to work today and realize I’m wearing the same top I wore to the funeral a year ago today (Wednesday) but the date was July 27th.
I read back through some emails to remind me what I did. I guess I wasn’t on the computer.
I do remember sitting on the futon a lot, looking out that window. Just staring….at nothing but my lawn. For hours.
Like my life would be for months. Nothing. Nothing but existing. Not living.
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These lilies are blooming right now and smell AMAZING. The plant is like 6′ tall and has SO many blooms on it again. I sat out on my front platform just smelling it last night.
It was a beautiful, warm, calm night with just a slight breeze. It…
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It’s been two years since I posted this. How did I survive?
David Lee “Nick” Duerkop passed away Friday, July 22, 2016, after a long and difficult battle with cancer.
Nick was born Aug. 18, 1957, to Donald and Lucille (Peterson) Duerkop in Wabasha, Minn. He grew up in Alma, Wis., and moved to La Crosse at age 15. He graduated in 1976, from Logan High School.
Nick loved working on cars and small engines. If it didn’t work, it did by the time he got done with it. He especially loved working on the old classics. His favorite being a 1957 F100 he bought from his brother, Gerald, and Sue’s 1965 Mustang. His love of old cars caused these two to win trophies at car shows. He was very proud of this.
He met Sue in the mid 90s, and they married March 20, 2016, after being engaged for almost 20 years.
Nick is survived by his wife, Susan of Ettrick…
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