B is for…

B

…Bouncing Back!

Some days you’re the bopper and most days some days you’re the bop-ee.  Or so it seems to me lately. My goal is to be like El Bop-O and keep popping back up every time.

Alright Life, hit me again. I dares ya.
Alright Life, hit me again. I can take it. I dares ya.

So far, so good. It’s all going according to plan. 😉

In the past 18 months the world has lost my husband, my dog, my father-in-law and my matron of honour’s mom.  The last 3 have taken place in the past 8 weeks. I have been there in the room (hospital or otherwise) to witness each passing. So is it any wonder I have been a little obsessed with death and dying lately? (But not in a depressing or morbid way. More on that on Letter D day – I know you can’t wait! Bwahaha!)

And I keep bouncing back. Life is more precious to me now than it ever has been. And I am trying my best to wring the most out of every moment of it. This is the best way I know of honouring this great gift of life that I have been given.

The WB

7 thoughts on “B is for…

  1. I can’t believe you’ve gone through all that. I understand a little, having lost two relatives lately, and being present at both of their illnesses and deaths. It puts a different spin on things, doesn’t it? I really enjoyed this blog post, so glad you’re doing this challenge too!

  2. I can’t believe you’ve gone through all that. I understand a little, having lost two relatives lately, and being present at both of their illnesses and deaths. It puts a different spin on things, doesn’t it? I really enjoyed this blog post, so glad you’re doing this challenge as well.

    1. Widow Badass

      Thank you Inger. You are right – I certainly look at life differently these days.
      Thanks for reading!!

  3. Jeff Bach

    Given your inner badassness I would expect nothing less! I wonder if you have “whack-a-mole” for W day?

    I think I had an El Bop-o, although I don’t remember it by that name. I remember the bopping part of it quite well though, that thing would never stay down. My brother had the whack a mole thingie……….

    Keep on running with that torch that’s been handed to you!

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