Writing Challenge- Day 19

Happy Saturday All!  I am so ready for this weekend...and the opportunity to SLEEP. (Yes, I got sleep too!) 

Today is my Dad's Birthday! We are getting ready to head over and celebrate with family and have a nice dinner and cake- of course! My girls are super excited- as my Dad will be getting a dozen HAND MADE cards. 

I hope you all have a wonderful Saturday as well!

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Writing Challenge Word of the Day:

SUMMER

Leaving the hospital was bittersweet.  I was beyond ready to head home and so very Thankful for Mac being by my bedside during my stay.  He also helped carry all the flower arrangements to the car, bless his soul, because it looked like every single, individual person from the department sent something over during the week of my stay. 

I felt good. I had rested. I had recharged and I was more ready than ever to help Charlotte. I was starting to remember things.  Things from my slumber in the hospital that were going on behind the closed eyelids that were seen to the naked eye on the outside.  I was Charlotte.  She was showing me the way through her own being.  I knew that I could take it one of two ways. I could take it as a lesson that I was learning, or I could take it as a tragedy that I was reliving, experiencing through my sister. I chose to take it as a detective and learn from it, find the clues and figure out what the hell was going on and how someone did this to my baby sister.

"You're in your own head, Kat." he said, startling me from my own thoughts.

"Sorry." I said as I looked out the window.  We were heading to the precinct and I was excited and nervous to be back to work. "I was just starting to remember things...from the coma."

"Oh yea." he said, his eyes perked up as he intently listened. 

"It's weird to be in that place where you exist but your are not a functioning human. You know what I mean?"

"I can't speak from experience or anything, but I am fascinated with the human brain being in that stagnant place."

"Exactly.  That is what it is. It is a dark, lonely, still place. B I N G O." I said amazed that he got it.

"I went somewhere in the bathroom. I remember looking in the mirror, only the reflection was not me.  It was Charlotte. She had been beaten, battered.  The blood that was smeared was that of her. I touched her blood and swirled it on the vanity in disbelief.  It went further though.  I was her. I saw her walking outside.  She looked normal, like the Char that I had grown up with.  Her hair was shimmering in the summer sunlight, a smile dancing a crossed her face, like it would when she was in love.  It was as if I were watching her, not her. I was just within the shadows. I could not see what was making her so happy, but something was within her reach.  She grabbed at her stomach.  Wait..she was with child."  With this new piece of information I grabbed at my own stomach. I felt sick. "Pull Over."

Mac pulled the car over on the shoulder and I got out quickly.  He was by my side just as fact and held my hair as I lost the egg breakfast he had fixed me thirty minutes before.  He held me after I had finished and I let this linger a little to long.  

"Oh my god, Mac.  She was pregnant in the Summer.  Do you think there is any fact to these..experiences that I am having?"

"We don't know, really. Her body was in bad shape to be able to identify if there had been a baby."

"It makes me sick. Someone did this to hide something. Who does this." 

He didn't say a word, he just held onto me, keeping me stable in his arms. He left me work out my thoughts and listened, taking it all in. 

I would forever be indebted to this man, this gentle, kind, manly man who was here for me when no one else way. 

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~Kel

Writing Challenge- Day 18

Challenge Word of the Day:

LIPS

I opened my eyes to a white room.  The lights were bright, the curtains were a dull khaki color and pulled tightly together to block any natural light from coming in.  I jumped with a start.  This place was unfamiliar.  It was dark and drab. It was not my home.  

I sat up carefully, slowly.  I was in a hospital bed.  The room had two maroon colored chairs and a recliner.  The TV on the wall mount was turned to World News and I could see that it was half past six.  I wasn't sure if it was day or night.  

"Kat." he jumped up from a recliner that had been tucked on the other side of the bed, next to machines that were pumping and beeping along. 

I tried to say "Mac" but my mouth was dry and the words were stuck. 

"Sh. It's OK.  Your at the Mercy Medical hospital. I am sorry. I didn't know what else to do.  You were in a coma, Kat.  You would not open your eyes or talk.  You were barely breathing." 

"Wa...it.. Wh....a...t?"  The words he said were swimming in my head. I tried to get the words to come from my lips, clear but my voice was still somewhere else.  He held up a cup with water and asked me to drink, holding the cup to my dry lips.  "I was in a coma" I was finally able to say. 

"Yes."

"For how long?"

"Kat, it's been a week."

I grabbed at my head, which was now swirling. There was a bandage a crossed my forehead. 

"You had a small operation.  It's OK Kat.  The doctors think you hit your head when you were getting ready.  There was a lot of blood, but they say there generally there is with a head wound."

"What.  I hit my head?  What the hell happened?" I demanded. Everything hurt. I ached from my head to my toes. I was trying to remember, but this just brought on more pain.

Before Mac could answer, a doctor was coming into my room.  His accent was thick, almost unreadable.  I tried to follow as he gave me a breakdown of what had happened, the procedures I had undergone and the state of my coma. 

I was told that I would have to stay overnight for monitoring.  Mac looked ragged.  I grabbed his hand, held it tight and watched a little bit of stress lift from his strong shoulders.

"Mac, thank you." I said as tears fell from my bagged eyes.

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I am going to keep this short.  

~Kel

Writer's Beware...Its Day 17 here...

Writing Challenge WORD OF THE DAY:

SWIM

I had slept.  Finally.  It seemed like it had been weeks since I was able to close my eyes and completely relax.  I looked over at the clock to see that I had slept for an entire twenty four hours. 

It seemed odd.  The sun was shining bright, as it had been when I had gotten out of the warm tub and fell drowsily into the comfort of my fluffy bed. Like time had stopped.  I began to get out of bed, the rustling of the covers making just enough noise as a knock sounded on my bedroom door. 

I jumped, having to remember Mac.  "Come in, Mac." I said in my morning rusty voice.

"Well, Good Morning Kat. Did you get some sleep?"

"I'd say. Why didn't you wake me?"

"I knew it had been a few days since you slept. You needed this."

"You stayed." I asked as a statement, but it was more of a question.

"I needed to make sure no ex-husbands broke into your house while you were playing sleeping beauty." he said with a laugh. "Go ahead and pull yourself together and I will make you something to eat."

"You cook?" I really did not know.

He just laughed and walked out of my bedroom. 

It seemed so normal, which was a disturbing feeling. I had not been with a man since Danny.  I had put everything of myself into my career and although Mac and I were close, being partners for the past six years, it was always friendly between us, not romantic.

I walked into the bathroom, turned on the vanity lights and illuminated the dusty gray painted, semi updated space.  The vanity was newer, made of dark cherry and carved ornately all over the place. The marble top was a white with a warm gray throughout.  The bronze faucet and fixtures pulled it all together.  I had even laid the tile on the floor myself, which I am proud of because this was the first time I had ever done DIY. 

It was a familiar place for me.  A place that I had walked into nearly every day.  I was relaxed here, in this space. I looked in the mirror and the reflection haunted me. It was not that of my own, but that of Charlotte's.  She was bruised, blood coming from her mouth.  Her clothes looked like rags, her hair dirty and darkened with red blood.  The image before me was one that I could hardly comprehend as I felt as if I were in her body, not my own. I was swimming around somewhere inside this picture, somewhere close by, but I was living as Charlotte.  I had to take a moment and put myself back into my own head, to remember KAT.  I looked in the sink, where blood had spattered.  I could see it, clear as day. I ran my finger in the blood, swirled it around. I yelled for Kat. I had to find Kat. 

The door burst open.  Mac's face was white with fear.  He was in a panic as he saw me, his eyes showing the horror that was me. 

"Kat. KAT." he said, his voice high with adrenalin.  His cold hands were on my shoulders. He was pulling my face to meet his, looking into my eyes, trying to get me back. He shook gently, screaming my name.  I had to get back to my body.  I was not even sure if this was my body.  The image of the mirror came back into my mind.  I saw an image the frightened me, an image that was my sister telling me something. Was it true?  I could not take it all. I could not understand why I wasn't going back to my body. I was stuck...until everything went black.

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I can relate to what Kat is going through. I feel like I am drowning...in sickness!  Our house will not get better and it is starting to take its toll. 

Last night my three year old started running a fever of 101.9 around 8 PM.  She had been sleeping and woke up crying, unable to talk clear.  Her poor eyes were watering and her heart was beating so fast.  I grabbed the Tylenol and gave her a dose and got her fever down to 100.1, where it stood until 6 AM this morning. Around 7:30 AM she was down to 97.8.  I called the doctor and found out that due to her being on the anti-biotic, she is still fighting something.  As long as she eats and drinks, she should be OK and it is going down, so that is a good sign. 

She seems to be doing OK and thankfully, she LOVES ice water..so keeping her hydrated is no big deal.

Today is also my big day. I am fighting MAJOR rib pain, so I am off to the doctors today. I am at that point of UNBEARABLE.  

I am ready for this crap to leave and never come back. 

Luckily, my five year old, who previously had pneumonia, seems to be doing OK and Hubby has really dodge the sickness bullet.

I am ready for a VACATION...I am thinking about saving my pennies for a little spring vaca to the local water park?  I could use some downtime from work and sickness. 

Hope you all are doing great!  

How do we like our Word of the Day?

SWIM (see this is why I am thinking WATER PARK!)

Hope you all have a fantabulous Thursday.  I am SO ready for the weekend!

Until tomorrow...

Feedback is ALWAYS welcome!

~Kel

Life Happens...Are you READY? (obviously I am NOT!)

Well, I think that this post might be overdue. I have been struggling as of late. Trying desperately to figure my life out. It has been a haunted question over the last few weeks. 

So, I re-evaluated what I like, what I don't, what skills I have, what I want to learn, and most importantly, what I WANT to do with this life. 



To be frank, my first thought it, I want to be a 1950's housewife, but who says that? It is true though. I would be perfectly content cooking, cleaning, taking care of the kids, handling the garden, the house and making sure my Hubby had breakfast, lunch and dinner. (true story)




But, I recently have been told that this is not a reality. 

I will never get to be a stay at home Mom. 

This was a dream crushed. I went through some depression.  It is that whole catch 22, questions, maybe I should not have gone to college, now that I went to college, I am an income earner. (even though Hubby makes more than I do, but I will not go there!)

It is frustrating. I have never had a break and Hubby has had a few. Yes, he works hard at his job, its a factory job, but he should want to take care of us- especially since I have done the taking care of for the majority of our life together. 

Anyways, since my Hubby is a dream crusher...I had to think of a new plan. He simply asked me, "What do you want to do?" It seems like a simple enough question, right. Well, when you have an answer that is rejected, coming up with another one is not quite so simple. 


So, after some pondering...time to myself...lots of hard work and smoking brains...I decided Medical Coding and Billing (Admin) is what I wanted to do. I signed up for an online University where I will learn ICD-9-CM and ICD-10 coding with my terminology and anatomy, then I take the test and hopefully pass and then I can code/bill from home if I want, or from the hospital, etc.  

So, I am well on my way. I am taking it serious, making it happen and studying my ass off. 

I want this. 

But, I would also stay home, if God puts that plan in my path..js.

One day she finally grasped that unexpected things were always going to happen in life. And with that she realized the only control she had was how she chose to handle them.  So, she made the decision to survive using courage, humor, and grace. She was the Queen of her own life and the choices were hers.
~Unk


I'm NOT GIVING UP...I'm JUST starting OVER...  ~Unk


"The secret of change is to focus all of your energy, not on fighting the old, but on building the new."   ~socrates

Don't be afraid to start over.  It's a new chance to rebuild what you want!  ~Unk

With these quotes comes an inspiration for my first, future tattoo.  A compass..since I can never seem to find my place in the world. 

Are you HAPPY?

A new journey,  a new path,  a new perspective,  a new life.  Never imaged myself on this particular journey, starting so unexpectedly, confusion and uncertainty overcame me, but the confusion just fading, I've moved on and forward, slowly starting to see, the meaning.  Many things, I, nor anyone will understand.  Things happen, I'll just embrace what I have, what I believe, what I love, what I can, what I can't, because I am, who I am.

I'm on a journey.  Not specifically searching, not particularly finding, just enjoying this life, with many surprises, that bring out happiness and sadness, disappointment and delight.

The true colors, of men and women, boys and girls, I start to see, and learn, to welcome, or avoid.  I like my life, embracing what I have, what I believe, what I love, what I can, what I can't because I am, who I am.

~Unk

~KEL

Let's WRITE! It's Day 16..already!

Writing Challenge Word of the Day:

Feather

Kat was exhausted. It showed under her eyes, she felt it in her bones, she ached all over. It was a mental exhaustion that was keeping her up at night and her physically exhaustion was making her dog tired. She couldn't sleep if she wanted to.  Her world was foreign to her and she felt like she were drowning. 

"You OK?" 

She heard Mac's rugged voice through her thoughts, bringing her back to her own reality. 

"Sure. I'll be OK." 

"I wouldn't be.  I mean, they all kept this from you, it is kind of a big deal." he looked at me and I knew he somehow 'got it' and was showing his sympathy. 

"Yea, I guess. Look, it is not like there was anything left between Danny and I.  It ended a long time ago, before we were even married and when we parted, we did so amicably and cordially."

"Sweetheart, no explanations needed, especially to me."

"I know, but it is not even like I have seen Danny.  I haven't talked to him, seem him or even had anyone mention his name in years and now this.  I mean, it is just weird.  And who does not come back, no matter what the circumstances, when their damn wife is dead?"

"Someone who has something to hid is my first instinct."

"Yea, Mac, mine too."


He dropped me off at my door and I was more than relieved. It was early afternoon and I wanted nothing more than a hot bath, bubbles and my phone ringer turned off. 

I walked up to my slightly askew house.  It needed a lot of work, but the price was right and it had good bones. I just hadn't put the investment into fixing up those old bones, just yet.  The solid wood door was standing cracked open. I immediately drew for my gun, seeing Mac still waiting in the driveway. He jumped out of the car as he saw me make the reach. I waited, listening to what was going on inside my house. 

Mac reached me and we entered.  The old wood floors, original to the 1890 house, squeaked under our feet. Mac signaled that he was heading left and I should go right. 

I saw him in the mirror on the side of the staircase that separates my house.  He was tanner than I remembered.  His light hair shaggy and messy around his face. His blue eyes filled with worry, guilt. He saw me when I saw him. I held my gun up, ready to fire, ready to shoot if he made a move.  Mac reached him on the other side.  We had him cornered. 

"Kat, do you know him?" 

I was stuck in an alternate world. I could see Mac, hear his voice but my own would not work. I could not put my arms down, retreat my gun.  I felt frozen. 

"Kat?"

"Katherine, I am sorry. I am so sorry." his voice was light as a feather. It was soft and gently and calming, as it had once been. 

"Who are you?" I heard Mac say, his voice cold and stone. 

"Dan." his soft voice let out.

He had said Dan, not Daniel or Danny. He was not the person who I had given my soul to as such a young girl.  He was not the person who I had last seen that had no emotional ties to me at all, what so ever.  He was different. This person was grown, articulate, professional even. 

"What are you doing here Danny?" the words left my mouth but sounded as if they were from someone else in the room.

"I don't know.  I don't know what to do. I am sure you know by now and I am so sorry. I better Char to call you, tell you, invite you to the wedding and she was ashamed. She was so ashamed of what you would think of her."

"No. You don't get to do that.  You don't get to speak for her. You don't get to put the damn guilt trip on me, do you hear me." 

Mac came to my side, putting my gun down, back into my black leather shoulder holster. His hands were running down the sides of my arms, trying to provide warmth to a body that was much to cold. 

"Who the hell are you?" Dan..said to Mac.

"Her Partner. Not that it is any of your business.  Why didn't you call Kat? Tell her yourself?"

He just snickered. 

"Why are you here? Why did you break into my house? How did you even know where I lived?" my voice stuttered and sounded like shards of glass as it left my body.

"I don't know. I didn't know where else to go. Charlotte's house." he fell to his knees, tears leaving his body. "Charlotte's house is non-existent. I didn't know where to go."


"So you decided to come to your ex-wife's, oh, who also happens to be sister in law also. Only thing is, how did you know that I would know by now?" I eyed him curiously.  Mac knew I was in detective mode. 

"Kat, I know you. I knew Mary Ellen would have spilled the beans." 

"Your WRONG. Mary Ellen did not spill the beans. Mary Ellen kept those damn beans warm and would not give them up, even when I cross.. uh, questioned her. You don't know me. You didn't know me then and you certain don't know a damn thing about me know."

I marched away.  I heard Mac talking to Danny, telling him that he should go to the police station, pay his respects to his late wife and answer any questions they might have. Police stuff.  I heard the door to my house latch. 

"Kat, you OK?" 

"Yea." I said from behind my bedroom door. I had slid into my white rob and it felt glorious. Today was not the day. I just wanted a day to myself. I wanted a Kat day. I wanted this bad dream to be over. If no one else gave a damn about what happened to Charlotte, I wasn't going to care either. 

It sounded good, but at the end of today, I knew I would be diving back in.  What happened to my sister was inhumane, sick and whoever had done it needed to be dealt with.

"Do you want me to stay?"

It was a question that I hadn't been expecting. One that I was so glad he had asked, whether he knew it or not. 

"Would you? I just want to take a hot bath, relax. But, seriously, if you have stuff to do."

"No. I am here. Mind if I get something to drink, make something to eat and watch some TV?"

"Make yourself comfortable. And Mac, Thank You."

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Couldn't we all use a day to ourselves? Poor Kat just wants some rest- let's hope she gets some, soon. Sounds like one heck of a roller coaster.

How are we doing on our writing? 

I am enjoying this challenge a lot, being able to put together a story around a word a day is exciting and to see where it is going has been a breakthrough of sorts. 

Let me know how you are liking the challenge. 

Share you blog so we can check out your writing and HAVE FUN!!

Thanks all!

~Kel

Channeling a Writer- Day 15

Wow, can you believe we are already 15 days into our challenge. 
(I might always say this because it is crazy!)


Today's WRITING CHALLENGE WORD OF THE DAY IS:

SONG

I was so nervous as I stood in front of my parents.  I needed to just spit it out. I needed to stop dwelling on the fact that Char, my baby sister, was married to my ex husband, and I did not even know.  It was at this moment that bile started to rise in my throat.  I tried to control myself, to stop this song and dance act that I was doing internally, but, it was to late.  I ran to the trash can and let the vomit rise out of my mouth. 

Mac was with me, holding my hair, rubbing my back.  When I was finished, he walked me to the stool that he had been sitting on and sat me down gently. 

"Mary Ellen, Gus, we found out that Charlotte was married." he stopped for dramatics.  I tried to look at my Parents faces, to see their shock.  Instead...all I saw was a look of aww. 

"We found a record that Charlotte married Daniel, as in Kat's Danny." He said with sternness. 

Still, their faces were not that of people who had not known.  Instead, they looked as if they might have attended the wedding itself. 

"Were you aware?" Mac said, his eyebrows rose as he made this accusation.

"Well.." stammered my Mother. "We, um, in fact did." she said as her cold, hazel eyes met my own. 

My Father would not even make eye contact with me, let alone speak.  I felt weak still, unable to hold back my lashing tongue, unable to control my sobs.  My own parents had known and not disclosed this information to me. 

"Do you know where Daniel is?" Mac asked, gently. 

"He is in New York.  We talked to him when we had been called. He did not want any drama, so he thought it was in his best interests to stay put in New York."

I could no longer hold back. "What do you mean he thought it was in his best interests to stay put?  His wife was...is  DEAD." I spat.

I was angry.  I felt like this big elephant had been in the room for so long and somehow, I was it. 

"Oh, Honey. I know how this must seem to you. You were always so sensitive, and we just..." She looked to my Father, who was still looking at the ground, offering no assistance to my stammering Mother. "We just knew that if you knew, you might resent Charlotte more than you already did." 

"Whaat...I resent Charlotte?  I was living MY life.  Apparently, I was never important enough for her to come to me, for her to reach out.  I tried a few times over the years, phone calls, letters, cards in the mail, which were returned because she moved around so much.  She never tried either, DO NOT put this on me."

"What business does Daniel have in New York."  Mac was still trying to interview, to keep the emotions out of the line of questions, thank goodness.

"Oh dear, he is building Charlotte a house.  A grand house with lots of windows, overlooking the beach.  He has been working on it diligently for over a year now.  They were only seeing each other on the weekends."

"How convenient for Daniel, the adulterer.  I am sure he did not come because Charlotte was just another pawn in his game.  For someone building someone DEAD a house, he sure did not rush to her side."

"That is ENOUGH Katherine." my Mother was upset now.  I was finally seeing emotions from her dull body. She came up out of her seat and demanded that I leave, immediately. 

"It is not as if I am even your Daughter. You keep major secrets from me, for years, apparently. NO wonder I was not welcome when Char was ever over, was not even invited. Somehow I think that was both of your doing."

Mac grabbed my arm, guiding me, gently, towards the front screen door. "Thank you Mary Ellen and Gus for your time. Thank you for answering our questions. I did have one more before we can leave, if that is OK?"  southern charm met with graciousness. 

"Sure, Mac." my Mother spoke.

"Did you know about Nathan?  What happened to him?"

My Mother looked confused.  She scratched her head, rubbed her temple. "Nathan, you say?  Well, he was a boy she had dated in high school and a little after.  Yea, maybe right before Char reunited with Danny.  I think they just went their separate ways. I think that is what Char had said." 

We left the house I had grown up in, now I was being kicked out of, no longer welcomed.  My Mother did not even look in my direction, did not even bid me farewell.  She simple Thanked Mac for his manners and slammed the wood screen door in our faces. 

I really wanted to go home...now.

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The struggle is REAL.  I am ready for the weekend myself!  

How are we all doing with the challenge? 

I had to miss yesterday, which is unfortunate, but due to having a rough cold, and being given the amazing Z-Pack, which did not do a lick for me, I have managed to bruise my ribs or something and am braced up, due to the pain. AGHHH..

The only time it does not hurt is when I get comfortable and fall asleep. Unfortunately, life wont stop because I hurt...

Anyways, I hope you all have a wonderful Tuesday!

Happy Trails!

~Kel

Channeling a Writer- Day 14 (late)

Our word of the day is:

M I L K

I just wanted to go home. I wanted to feel sorry for myself. I wanted to feel like the victim.  

I knew I couldn't, after all I was still alive. Clearly, my Sister had been the victim.  The questions were now clouding my thoughts. 

'Could Danny have killed Char?'  'Where was Danny?'  'Why is Danny not at the police station, grieving his dead wife?'  'Why has Danny not reached out to my Parents?  They knew him, they knew him well back then.'

Something inside me crashed.  It was as if a bell was sounding, something I had not even thought to address before now. 

"Can you take me to my Parent's house?" I asked Mac.  He did not even look up from the road.  Somehow he knew me.  He knew my crime scene processes and what roads to take next, as if we were completely in sync. 

"Why are you smiling at me like that?" 

I must not have realized it, but having all these pleasant thoughts about Mac, seeing him as a Man, for maybe the first time, made me have butterflies. 

"Oh." I actually blushed. "Sorry about that.  I was just thinking how crazy it is to have a Partner who knows your next steps before you even do."

With that, we pulled up in front of my Parents bright yellow Victorian.  It was built in the early 1800's and they had spent their life and life savings rehabbing it. 

I sat and looked at it from the patrol car.  It was so clean and fresh looking, so happy and spring-like.  To look up at it, as a grown woman, it looked like a perfect house, one that the family would have Sunday tea time and the world would be perfect inside it's very walls. 

Mac opened my door and we headed up the bricked driveway that lead to the big, wrap around, southern style porch. The white wooden rocking chairs that I had played on with my sister as children still sat in their places, tall and proud to be a fixture on such a grand home.  I ran my hand over the nearest ones arm rest as we went to the glass screen door. 

"Mom, Dad, are you here?" I yelled as we entered.  It was always kind of a silly statement because the front door stood wide opened. 

"Yes, Dear, in the front parlor." 

Mac looked at my, raising an eyebrow at that statement. "So, you grew up here?" 

"Sure. You have been here before." I eyed him back questioningly. 

My Mom was still so young looking.  Her blonde hair, now dyed, sat high on her head in a younger, short do. 

"And what do I owe this pleasure?" she said as she took Mac's hands in her own. 

"Mom. I found out something and really want Dad here too." 

"Dad is not dealing so well.  He is out in the shed, but I can call for him." 

I looked at Mac. This was the first I had heard of my Dad not dealing so well.  After all this is the man who lacks emotions. 

"I will go see if I can talk to him." Mac said as he headed out the back screen door. 

"Honey, what is it? You can tell me. Do we really need your father present?"

I looked at her. Why wasn't she upset still? Wasn't she still grieving?  She looked refreshed, young, well rested. She looked as if life had moved on and she was OK. 

"Milk.  I will get some Milk darling." she said as she left the parlor and headed into the big, french country kitchen. I followed like a lost puppy dog.

Mac and my Dad had joined us some time later, as my Mom was reiterating how she gets her garden to grow. 

"Milk and cookies?" Mac said as he walked up to the dark, granite covered island. 

"Mom and Dad, we found something that you are going to want to sit down for."

"OK." was all they both said, as they took a seat next to Mac. I stood up, wanting to see their faces, their reactions. (the cop in me)

It was time to lay it all out on the table...and I was nervous as hell.

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Good Morning everyone- as you can see, I am LATE!  I was supposed to do this yesterday- not doing my challenge as I should be- but due to unforeseen circumstances, (basically I bruised my ribs from coughing and am in a lot of pain and working I ran out of time)  I am here today to make it up. (double the work, I might add!)

How did you use the word MILK in your story today? 

Hope you all had a wonderful weekend and a Great Monday! Back to the grind- Tuesday is a  great day!

Until later today (eek!)

~Kel