I Sometimes Embarrass Myself

I wore two different shoes to my son’s Freshman orientation in a new school district a couple years ago. (One shoe blue, the other black)

I thought I saw John David Washington at Target and stopped and stared uncontrollably. (It wasn’t him.)

I laid tissues on my hot car seat one summer day after tennis, so my sweaty legs wouldn’t stick to the leather.  Afterward, I unknowingly walked around the grocery store with them stuck to the backs of my legs.

I told someone I had chlamydia once, but I meant clematis. (Yep, more on that another day)

My first widows group I got white gum all over dark blue jeans. (I kept wondering who smelled so minty. It was me)

I easily get nervous and make a fool of myself, especially when I’m trying to make a good impression. And other times I just find myself in embarrassing situations.

Tom isn’t here to secretly signal me when I start feeling nervous and getting awkward in public. He could always calm me down without saying a word. Without him, what goofy things will I do next?

Whatever they are, please don’t notice (or at least ignore it) like all of the gracious people before.

I used to be kind of a mess and I am definitely a mess now.

But I save up these embarrassing stories and I tell my kids when I need to see them laugh.  

It’s worth it.

Author: Admin

I was happily married for almost 24 years. My husband and I had were raising two children. Shortly before our 24th anniversary, Tom died suddenly of heart attack. My world stopped. With kids (ages 16 and 13) there isn't the luxury of mourning at my own pace. I had to roll up my sleeves and help each with their own grief all the while managing mine. It is very hard. I am sad that some of you may have found this blog as you are trying to navigate your own traumatic event. Let me be here for you. Grief is fickle. Just when you think you are strong enough to manage a second, a minute, an hour, Grief changes her mind and punches you in the gut. You are not alone. I'm going through it, too. I am here for you.

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