You may have seen my post, or more likely, one of the many thousands of posts about Jennifer Perillo, the sudden loss of her husband, Mikey and Peanut Butter pies.
It was a beautiful thing to watch unfold online last week during a time of sadness. A community of people, and not just bloggers, virtually gathering all the love they had in their heart, making Peanut Butter Pies and sending words out to the universe, hoping they found their way to the people who needed them the most. As I read the posts, I laughed, I cried and I wanted to pretty much hug the entire planet.
Now, the site Bloggers Without Borders (founded by Maggy, Erika, and Aimee) are hosting A Fund for Jennie to help ease the financial burden of suddenly going from two incomes to one, with two small children. Bills, food, insurance – as we all know, it adds up and does so quickly. The project was created by Shauna (Gluten-Free Girl) to help her dear friend. More light in darkness…….
You can donate any amount or keep your eyes peeled for the auctions going on via individual blogs. Do it. Because I said so. As cliche as the term has become, it is true: Any amount helps.
Normally, I try to keep the majority of the details of my private life…private – but this situation speaks to me, unfortunately. I want anyone who is reading this to know why I care so much. A beautiful soul lost her husband and two young girls lost their father. Instantly. No time for making plans.
Ten years ago, I was 18 and working in a coffee shop and living in the basement of my best friend’s house.
On July 20th of that year my best friend and I decided to have a
very mature social gathering of friends teenage house party. Somehow in preparing for everyone to arrive I was told that a person of the male persuasion that I admired from afar was coming.
To make a long story short, he came to the party. That ‘admired from afar’ became ‘admired from really close’ in a matter of minutes. At some point there was a bottle of Boone’s Farm Strawberry Hill wine involved (because when you’re underage, you have to keep it classy. Hi Mom!).
At some point everyone had left for the most part and I didn’t want to be alone in the house – so he invited me over to sleep at his house.
I did. I more than did….I moved in with him that night. Seriously.
Then we had a baby.
Then we got married.
When he was 25, he suddenly passed away. Like that.
One day everything was our brand of normal, then in a blink he was gone for absolutely no reason.
We had to find a new normal and it was hard. Actually, let me rephrase that, it was the most defining, and to this day it continues to be the most difficult thing I’ve had to do, not just for myself but also for our daughter. He may not be here, but Alora will know her father – through stories, music, pictures…and some funny anecdotes as she gets older.
Moving forward does not mean we have forgotten. Smiling and laughing does not mean we do not grieve. Although sometimes it feels as though time has stood still, it has not.
So now that I’ve flashed you a little bit of my heart, go hug someone that you love more than cheese and chocolate. Then truly think about donating to Jennie and her beautiful girls. And when you do donate – know that I’m eHugging you for making a difference in the lives of the Perillo family, in a time where it seems like ugliness will never end.
Yours truly -
PS. Thank you for reading the ramblings of an insane woman. I heart you.