This whole summer has been tumultuous for sleeping for me. Between nightmares, vivid dreams, dreams where I wake find myself performing the action I was dreaming about and leg and arm spasms, I have had little whole night rest. Forgot to mention the fever breaking cold and the vomiting nights. And now my husband's father has died. The doctor has put me back on Minipress to help control some of this. I am hoping it works soon.
My priest is moving to a new parish. We have not been able to give her a raise for the past couple of years and this has created a hardship for her family. It means the long process of finding someone to take her place. I thought it would be hard to see her after learning this, but an experience over the summer gave me a clear insight into the relationship we could have as a priest and parishioner. The friendship I had hoped for wasn't to be. I actually understand it though it still hurts a bit.
I have to remember the good times and see that I do all that I can to make the transition to this next chapter in her life as smooth a possible. I will miss watching her children grow. There are too many things to cry about right now so I'm signing off.
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