Hahahaha! Tear ran down your leg, now I'm er, crying too! TOO funny!! Yes, Find a Grave is an amazing site, like a mini Ancestry and FREE, for heaven's sake. Ancestry is just getting stupid it's so expensive now and there's just much less chance for feeling you've DONE something for someone else. I really would recommend it for anyone who would wish to find an outlet for plain, old kindness. It's lovely to just make someone's day, all you have to do is take a photo someone requested, stick it on there, and it's like you gave them gold, isnt it?
Can we claim NOT pitching someone into the pond as an act of kindness? I hope so. My Mom, despite 6 of her grandchildren and 2 children turning their backs on her, checks in on all of them via FB every, single morning, faithfully. A lesson in kind, she walks, talks and breathes it. Here's what she got for it yesterday. The grandaughter, my niece, who has already kept my mother's only great grandaughter from her for a year, posted a photo of this child on FB, wearing a shirt reading ' Big Sister '. So there will be one more baby and family event my mother will be cruelly, awfully, excluded from deliberately. One of the reasons I took this challenge is that this kind of thing has turned my world dark. These horrible people permeate my life even while I cut them off as much as possible, do not engage. There are just no circumstances under which this is ok, none.My mother is so normal it's ridiculous, no threat or harm to a child, her only crime has been not handing her house over to people to live in. She did not wish to live with these folks because she's afraid of them, bottom line, not that anyone asked her, is disallowed even this fear. It took a LOT of processing yesterday not to just go POOF. I'm pretty sure I was able to stay on top of the emotions because I'd been running these tools for quite a few days now.
I'm VERY grateful I was able to throw a spanner in the works a couple years ago, literally save my parents from actual, real, certain death. True story, although I realize there are people who would of necessity deny this. They cannot. There are witnesses to my sister telling my mother she should not get her life-saving pace maker/defribulator, because, she said, what if she lives too long and dies of something else? I took Mom for her operation, of course. My sister literally refused. She also said she had a vacation sceduled, had no intention of changing her plans to nurse my mother after the operation. You can't make this stuff up. I'm VERY grateful I took my mother for that operation, and continue to take her to all her appointments, will always do so. I'm VERY grateful at this moment that my mother is just fine.
I'm grateful to be married to a man who reminded me again what he promised Dad, in a good sacred, old-fashioned, death-bed vow. Dad asked my husband to please, take care of Mom, don't let the buggers get her, make sure she was ok for the rest of her life. My husband said of course, Bill, don't you worry, I'll always take care of her, you have my promise. Dad got to die at Peace because of this wonderful, good man I'm married to. Gosh. Grateful. He brought it up because I was SO upset, he just offered it as a bottom line. It's an awfully good one.
Excersized kind of quickly, made sure I did a little extra, which is something I do when I'm feeling out of control with not being organized in my head. The meditation did not go well, but I did get there.
I'm almost not kidding on not pitching someone into the pond. In point of fact, yesterday was the sister's day to come see my mother. She has to run the gauntlet past my sliding glass doors to get there and I was in exactly the correct mood to have her ascertain how pig-like I'm finding her treatment of my mother. It will indeed be kinder to allow her to walk past, not sure if I am able to do that. She called Mom to say she had 'flu'. Yea. Swine flu.
I'm sorry and please excuse if all this doesn't seem on topic. Well, believe it or not, this whole challenge is the first thing I THOUGHT of yesterday, when Mom silently handed me her computer with that stupid photo on it. Truly. And, for real, there was absolutely a difference in my reactions. Don't get me wrong, the fury,rage, the hurt, the empathy for my mother, all there just processed kind of instantly into MUCH more appropriate 'slots' than I think they would have been previous to beginning this experiment. There was also a new decisiveness, actions taken I do not think I would have been capable of before, at least not as well. So this is journaling about a positive experience, how wierd is THAT? Hee. In all the carefully rehearsed glee with which my sister and niece wished to slice and dice me, bet they'd just pop and fly around the room backwards to have anything interpreted as 'positive' in connection with their latest ambush. Pretty cool, huh?
Ok well if I can't list withholding a pond-pitch as a kind act ( I think this is arguable given the price of dry cleaning ) , I did a ton more listings on Find a Grave. It doesn't take very long, and you just wonder what kind of kick it gives to the relative who finally 'finds' their grgrgrandfather after some long search.