I Wore Your Jeans Today

"Reason #456789 that cancer sucks," is how Laura would've started her blog post....I think about that a lot of times. About what she would've had to say about this or that.. I wonder what she would be blogging about this time of year. I think about how Lilly is starting 5th grade and how confusing 5th grade is anyways, but how especially confusing it must be without mom. I think about all of it. I think about how fast it all happened - because one week I was arriving home for the summer and she was saying, "So what do you think, Hai? Ya gonna stay in the Alabama or are you coming home?" and then just a few weeks later she wasn't saying much of anything at all. I think about how we went to see her in hospice, and she wasn't awake. I think about how we got the call a few hours later, and how I sobbed on the phone to my mom, and how my brother locked himself in his room, and how I spent the whole next day making goulash because that was the right, Runion, thing to do. It is always in the back of my mind.

It has taken me this whole two and a half months to finally find the strength to write again. It has taken me this whole time to find the words. You often hear about the "stages of grief," and how the last stage is acceptance. I'm not sure if I've quite reached that stage yet, but I think I'm pretty close. Maybe. I know I'm not all the way there yet, because I encounter these people in public places who are just horrible - horrible manners, horrible habits, typical "people of Walmart" kinds of humans, carting around a gaggle of kids or an innocent newborn, and I wonder why Laura had to leave us. Why did Laura, who was a loving, protecting, encouraging mom to her kids, have to go? I wonder what makes it fair, that those horrible people get to stay on this earth and treat their babies badly, when Laura had to go to heaven, even though she treated her babies like precious gold. It makes me sick sometimes...like the "take-a-deep-breath-and-do-some-breathing-exercises" kind of sick. I'm healing. We're all still healing. But, this is not a "before mascara" post, as Laura would have called it.

Before things got really bad, Laura asked some of us (close friends/family) to sort through her things. She was still with us, making that thought very morbid and very much something that I'm sure most of us wanted to ignore. I couldn't bring myself to do it for the entire month of July, after we had been without her for a month. Finally, (and I'm pretty sure it was the day before I absolutely had to pack my things and get ready to come back to Alabama,) I sorted through her clothes. I touched them, recognized them from her Instagram pictures and Facebook photos, and I got teary eyed. I begrudgingly picked a few things - some dresses and scarves; yoga pants and t-shirts; jeans and a few tops. It just didn't feel right, ya know?

This is me in one of Laura's dresses. I wore this to our THIRD anniversary dinner

And then it took me a while to wear those things. I just couldn't bring myself to wear them yet. And it isn't like I picked out her most favorite things. They're just clothes. That's it.

This is me, celebrating a field goal, in Laura's hat. This is probably the ONLY thing I really "wanted" of hers. She always looked so cute in hats.

So, back to this acceptance stage thing. I know I'm getting there because I've been wearing her clothes. And what's cool is that they fit me. They fit me so perfectly. AND, every single time I wear something of hers, I get at least two compliments. Which tells me that she's with me, because, "Duh, Hai, you're wearing my clothes, why wouldn't you get a compliment?" and I can see her smirk in the rustle of a tree as I walk through campus. This has happened more than once. In fact, it has happened every single time I wear something of hers.

But today, today was different in the most ironic of ways. Today was quite possibly one of the busiest, painfully stressful days of my college career. Today I wore a pair of Laura's jeans. Let me remind you of what I said earlier: I think about her often. I'm always thinking of something snarky that she might say, or maybe something sweet. I see pictures of Lilly and Cam and Keegan and I think about her smile. And I think about something biting or poignant or ironic that she might say online. Today, I wore your jeans, Laura Leigh. And in the most cliche, sisterhood-of-the-traveling-pants way, all of these funny things happened to me.

Funny Thing #1:
I started the day at this new, very trendy cafe for a breakfast meeting. I ordered a fancy coffee - a hazelnut macchiato. YUM. I love fancy coffee. I got my fancy breakfast food. It was delicious. And I was handed my fancy coffee...except it wasn't the fancy coffee I ordered. It was truly just a shot of espresso. I did sip the espresso. It was as bold and cutting as anything.

This is what my fancy breakfast should have looked like. This is the breakfast I ordered a few weeks ago. Just replace the fancy hazelnut macchiato in the corner with an extra dark roast shot of espresso.

Funny Thing #2
After my fancy coffee didn't go as planned, I made a trip to a place on campus for a regular, not so fancy coffee (it still may or may not have had whipped cream...I'm not at liberty to disclose this information,) and a water bottle. I gritted my teeth as I waited for the cashier to ring me up...expecting a $7 total...instead, she looked at me, and said "That'll be $4.10," and I said, "But I have this water bottle too, I don't know if you saw it?" and she said, "I know. $4.10," with a smile. And that was cool because my large (sort of) fancy coffee should've been $4.79 by itself. It was as sweet and thoughtful as anything.

Funny Thing #3
I went through the rest of my day in a caffiene induced stupor, and finished my classes and meetings without many problems. A bird pooped in my car while the top was down, but, that's minor damage. Anyways, that's actually not the funny thing. Nothing a Clorox wipe won't fix, right? I have been scheduling meetings for a consultant visit all week, and it's been very, very difficult to get 20+ people's schedules to mesh, and some people don't really understand that. And because they don't understand that, they kind of really have not so nice attitudes about the schedules and even though they don't know how hard it is, it still hurts my feelings just a little bit. It's okay. I'm not asking for pity. My advisors told me that good leaders will have that happen every once in a while. So, as I was driving to work to pick up my paycheck between class and meetings, a song by the Alabama Shakes came on. It's called "Hold On," and some of the lyrics go like this:

Bless my heart, bless my soul, I didn't think I'd make it to 22 years old.

There must be someone up above saying 

"Come on, Brittany! You got to come on up..."

....

So bless my heart and bless my mind.

 I've got so much to do, I ain't got much time.

So, must be someone up above saying,

"Come on girl, you've got to get back up! You got to hold on,"

Poignant, right? 

So all of these funny things. These funny, snarky, bold, sweet, ironic and poignant things add up to remind me of my amazing role-model cousin Laura Leigh. I know that all of these funny things mean something. I know that even though it's a major cliche, they were all definitely a "sign," of some kind. She must've known I needed to hear her voice today in the irony of just a shot of espresso, in a discounted coffee order, in bird s#@t! in my car, and in a bluesy song driving with the top down. All of these funny things bring a tear to my eye. Because it is in all of these things I'm reminded of the shortness of life; I'm reminded to stay humble, but to stay snarky; I'm reminded to keep my chin up, because there's a reason for everything, because there ARE a few people up there helping me hold on, I think; I'm reminded to live my life to the fullest, and to enjoy the things that I've been given, because even in the bad days you can find a blessing in disguise.

So, yeah. I am still doing some MAJOR healing. But I think I'm getting some help from someone that we haven't seen in a while. I think that she knows I needed to hear a few things from her today. So, thank you Laura, for letting me wear your jeans today. It really helped.

These are Laura's jeans. And I wore them with a really cool shirt. My shirt says, "HOPE a little each day. Let hope be your guide in life. It shines through the toughest of trials and takes you to a better place. Even in the darkest times, a glimmer of hope will keep you going. Hope in love, grace and righteousness. In doing so, you could withstand all things and gain faith. You will transform into a person of great character who stands firm in all things that are good. In all things that are for the truth. In all things that are patient. Hope will give you the strength to never give up and to never be hopeless. Always keep hope close to your heart and soul and one day hope will lead you to your true awesome destiny."