The Mlinar house-hold is comprised of me, my husband, a few
other pets, and our three girls, one of which is always with us spiritually.
September is the only month of the year that we all excuse ourselves from the
chaos of life such as work and school to celebrate our baby, Bryel’s,
unexpected adventure of joining Heaven’s Cabin.
Unfortunately, the club of loss includes many unwilling
participants. There is no sane way to handle such tragedy and there is no
coping skill to suit every participant. Each
participant can only bear their own grief and it is NOT the responsibility of
others to carry it for them. Religion of
most any kind in addition to Psychology textbooks are simply guidelines for
those who attempt to help and/or to possibly explain scenarios and actions of
the circumstances that have occurred. Ultimately, each individual is and will
continue to kick/scream/hold their breath the entire rest of their lives until
once again meeting up with their loved ones, searching for ways that best suits
them to cope with the intolerable hole that now, on a daily basis-every second
of each day, encompasses that person(s)’s heavy heart.
The sport of hunting, leads me to believe that this is my
husband’s way of coping to keep what little sanity he has left. Let me remind
you, under sober conditions and willingly, he DID marry me! I am a whole pile
of complete mental instability BUT that is a completely different blog site in
of itself! Seriously, how much closer, can a person become one with God than in
the depths of the wilderness possibly on top of a mountain accompanied by so
many variations that Mother Nature has to offer. For this reason, there are NO
boundaries with my husband’s life-long fetish for hunting as long as I am able
to add my twisted humor, poking fun at him and his rituals for the sport.
Throughout the past ten years, our family to include our
constant support system of my husband’s parents has celebrated Bryel Day by
taking the LONGEST AND the SLOWEST
day of our lives and adding life back to it. We have celebrated Bryel’s life by
attending a college football game, a professional baseball game, the zoo (no,
this is not another name for the psychiatric ward, and yes, there was candy
& soda involved), and skipped work, if the weekday happened to fall on our
Bryel Day celebration.
In 2010, during bull elk bugling season, we took a trip to Estes
Park, Colorado, to listen to and to observe the scenario & as a
bonus-spotted a Big Horn Sheep in the right-of-way, roughly, 10 feet off of the
side of the road-SAAWEET! If you have only heard the elk bugle on T.V., on
U-Tube, or on your husband’s phone as a ringtone, you are SO missing actually
hearing in person one of the most amazing sounds as well as observing a slutty
bull elk round up his multiple potential mates. Don’t tell my husband, but I am
ranking this sound & sighting right up there with the coos & giggles of
a baby, the smell of the air after an awesome rain storm, and/or catching your
first fish even if it did fit in the palm of your hand, which does not even
comparably measure to be as big as your husband’s 2 foot in length, measuring
from the tip of the middle finger to the end of his palm (note to reader: I
HAVE married sasquatch!). I can truly understand why my husband’s neck swells
after coming home from one of the almost dark night stalking trips and then
topping the evening off by popping in some horn-porn.
I am anxious for this year’s sighting and sounds because last
Christmas, I received a NEW camera- thank you, Jimmie and girls! It even came
with a BIG lens to capture some awesome pictures. Wyoming Wildlife(1) is gonna cut me a grand prize $500
check payable to: The Hunter’s Wife. If the check isn’t the greatest
thing in the mail that day, it will be my photos finally be published in the
May or maybe it is January’s 2012 edition, which includes photos from the
amateur photo contest! Since this is a lot like winning the lotto, random and I
got to pay someone off, I will post some 2010 pictures taken for you to be
envious of! This year’s sightings TBA!
Dedicated to our little Angel; not a day goes by we don't miss you!:
http://www.vevo.com/watch/kenny-chesney/who-youd-be-today/USBVA0500022
First off, sorry for the loss of your child. Having gone through it ourselves, we know how time doesn't heal all wounds.
ReplyDeleteYour blog is absolutely wonderful. You and my wife must have much in common. When you mentioned your husband not having any boundaries to his hunting fetish, it reminded me of the time when I left for a business trip and forgot to tell my wife there was a buffalo skull drip-drying in our bathtub. The surprise was not well taken!
Great blog, as a fellow blogger, I will be following yours. Thanks.
Darren
www.takingawalkonthewildside.com
Thank you, for reading, following, and responding to my blog, Darren! Our hearts goes out to you and your family as well.
ReplyDeleteOff to read yours...