I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart: I am, I am, I am.
Roll Tide. Rolling tide. Rolling. Been a while since I've posted, but I am still rolling. Not certain it is a clean roll. Lots of undertow in the tide.
As many have experienced, a death in the family often produces a fog that blocks the roads ahead. Thought processes muddle or become stagnant. For me, both true. Varied thoughts all the time and gathering them into a cohesive plan for life action has taken time. Not to say I'm all organized now, for that sure as hell ain't true (nor never possibly has been.) But I do have a new list of action items - things that must get done. It is a start.
"Write a new post" on my list. Here we go.
|This is what $230 will get you for a seat at an Alabama game - one that also includes the #1 and #2 team.|
Last summer, when we chose to attend the Alabama/LSU football game, we had no idea that by the time the game rolled around, these two would be the top two teams in the nation (or that our tickets had tripled in price.) Oh, what fun. We drove the 11 hour drive to Tuscaloosa and invaded our youngest son's spotless apartment. (I mean - that boy DID learn how to clean a bathroom when he lived at home.) His three roommates were thrilled to have us spend a couple of days there. Such nice boys.
The night before the game, we began tailgating on campus. Never had I seen such a set up - not at a Michigan State, Texas, Colorado, Michigan, Texas A&M, etc. game. Thousands of tents. Countless RV's set up everywhere from fields on campus to the shopping malls. 175,000 people milling about.
|The fun began - early morning. A rare open space here.|
There we were, a couple of former Yankees in the deep South.
|Even the ESPN guys were there.|
Throngs of people.
|The streets jam packed all day long.|
|One of the many, many RV parking lots.|
According to some, watching the game on TV was the equivalent of the Boring Bowl. For those present, Alabama's loss in this defensive struggle, 9-6, was most intense to sit through.
Best thing? Good chance these two teams will meet again for the National Championship.
Other than being with youngest son, best thing about the trip?
Stopped in New Orleans on the way home. Husband finally got to garner the experience. Made him stand here for the traditional photo.
I won't have to listen to him whine about never being there, anymore.
I've pretty much felt like this big block of ice for the past couple of months. Losing your mom is an odd thing to process.
I believe I've broken off from the big pile and find floating has unstuck me some. Hoping for a bigger melt real soon. The fog has lifted and offers a path.
To all of you who have written me and to all who left such lovely comments on my mom's last blog post at Old? Who Me?, please accept my heartfelt thanks.