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The Adventures of Goober Grape and Monkey Man! and Stash Mama!
The Adventures of Goober Grape and Monkey Man! and Stash Mama!
We all have to start small. Stalker Saturdays was created to help the little blogs that we stalk to gain new followers. These are blogs that we find interesting, hilarious, touching, crazy…but they need a little help being pushed into the limelight!
All that we ask is that you visit the stalked blogger and check their blog out (you might even say that you’re stalking it!). If you become a new follower of theirs, let them know you’re following them from Stalker Saturdays!
Interested in being stalked? Do you ever feel like someone’s watching you…? Contact either Sippy Cup Mom, Goober Monkey or Stash Mama and let them know…and we might stalk you next!
This week’s stalked blog is a special one. Star is a friend of Steph’s (aka Goober Monkey) and her blog is not a typical one that you will run across. Star and her husband Roger were married in February 2008 in a gorgeous ceremony in Florida. Six months later, on the way to the airport for a reunion, they were in a serious car accident.
Roger did not survive his injuries.
Star is one of those amazingly strong women that you would love to meet in person. She’s caring, funny, sweet and scary smart. The emotions that you feel in her writing are strong. She blogs about her past with Roger, her current life with memories and her future without him.
Today is Roger’s 36th birthday. It’s seems fitting to showcase his memories today.
Happy birthday, Roger. We’re all thinking of you.
Going Back
Some of my last memories of Roger alive happened between July 4th and August 21st.
Obviously.
However, as each day of this six week period clicks by, I have some memories associated with so many different things.
Certain dates. Certain places.
Everywhere.
Two weeks before the accident, with another couple, we went to their beach condo.
We celebrated Roger’s 34th birthday. His last.
We joked that I “made” him a cake from the local grocery store. With layers.
We watched some of the summer Olympics.
We learned another couple of friends were engaged.
We went to the beach.
We hang by the pool.
We had lunch at this famous deli.
We went to a seafood restaurant.
We played board games.
Some times when I remember images of Roger, I see him in this condo.
Sitting at the bar while he looked at his cake.
Looking at me as I take his picture.
For two years, I have not been back.
I knew this would be a hard first “task” to check off the list.
This past weekend, Mr. X and I were invited to the condo to hang out with a friend who moved away a few months ago and was visiting.
I started to get anxious Friday during the day.
Friday night I started to have trouble breathing.
I could not sleep.
Crap.
Saturday morning, Mr. X and I rode down the same roads.
I rode quietly in the car.
Memories started to rush in and cloud my head.
The tears started to fall.
I did not want to be sad girl. No. No. No.
I wanted to be happy and see my friends.
I forced the tears to stop.
As we entered the condo, it smelled the same as (almost) two years ago.
The furniture is the same.
Decor is the same.
He sat over there on the love seat.
He took a nap on that sofa.
He played charades over near the bar.
Roger. Roger. Roger.
My eyes started to well up but I forced myself to stop.
No crying!!
I tried not to look deeply into anyone’s eyes.
I tried to smile.
I tried not to think.
I tried not to remember.
Part of me just wanted to curl up in these spaces with these memories, alone.
Try to remember every detail.
Try to savor each memory.
But instead I put on my happy girl mask.
As long as I can keep it in place the better.
At least for the next few weeks.
~*Star
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Hannah says
OMG, this is so sad. I am looking forward to reading her blog!