September...How Time Flies

So, it's been a while since I've blogged at all. You can say that it has been very busy. Right after my birthday we had 2 Japanese students stay with us for 3 weeks. Yuu and Hiromi were a blast. They were so fun! I think they had a good time while they were here. We took them to Bozeman the day before they left and took them to the Museum of the Rockies and to a good burger place called The Garage. When I took them to the airport, they let me go up to the gate with them and we all cried! Who knew that 3 weeks could bring people so close.

While Yuu and Hiromi were here, both of my sisters and their families were able to come hang out for a little while (at separate times of course, my house is small). I went to the zoo with Athena and her family and I got to be in on the school shopping with Beth. I love my sisters so much, I wish I was closer to them. I don't think you really realize growing up how close sisters can be--we didn't fight, but I wouldn't say that we were friends until we all became adults.

So, in September, school started. I love what I do, I really, really do. It's just hard in the fall because there are a bunch of freshmen who haven't really figured out that this is NOT high school anymore! They'll figure it out in a couple of weeks.

I also got the results of my mom's autopsy...accidental overdose. The coroner said that it wasn't that she took too much, it was that her body wasn't metabolizing the drugs properly. Really? Why did it take the coroner to figure that out? Why was it that the time that she went into the hospital via mercy flight in November (she was technically "dead" then too) that they just said she overdosed--she took too many pain meds. We knew that she didn't. Then again in March when it happened--overdose. Then again in June. Why couldn't they figure out then what was up? It's frustrating to think about, especially when I'm not a doctor and I don't understand how it all works.

So, here I am, almost 3 months into this mom being gone thing. There are days when things are okay, but there are days, like today when I just want to just call my mom. It has been a long time, you would think that urge goes away--you know, the one where you just want to pick up the phone and call someone that you know isn't there--but it doesn't.

I miss my mom so much. Some would think that it is better to not love and therefore not hurt, but I wouldn't trade the love that we shared, even if it meant that I wouldn't have to suffer the pain. All the pain reminds me of all the goodness that my mom showed to us.

It's September now...my, how time flies!