Off and on I'd come back to look the blog over to make sure it hadn't gone anywhere seeing that it hadn't I was satisfied to leave but the only thing that bothered me were my posts that needed updating. When I wrote them I was deep in grief and there wasn't too much care… Continue reading 9 years later
"Round the corner and under tree Sgt. Major once said to me", you sang this while circling your cane, Cory, your grandson was there, thankfully so, he caught you when you lost your balance but you brushed it off more like it was part of the act. Bittersweet memories. I've written stories about your antics… Continue reading Bittersweet
Many summers have passed since this picture was taken, many things have changed, look at the fashions, they've gone in and out of style, but the one thing that did remain the same is us, mother and daughter, that didn't change. I love the stylish glasses mom wore and the confident way she always… Continue reading A day at the beach
Did I tell you how my mother could grow plants and flowers? Did you know she probably could look at one and it would bud and bloom, well not really, but for someone who has a brown thumb it's hard to believe said thumb belonged to her own daughter and not as hard to believe… Continue reading Thymes in the Garden
I missed you madly and I wanted you to know that the phone was sadly quiet, not a ring anywhere where my ears could hear. Your presence here is sadly missed. No there wasn't a birthday or even your day of leaving that made me think of you. I was remembering Easter, my patent leather… Continue reading Weeding a Memory
The other day I was cleaning out my stack of VHS tapes and I found a tape from eleven years ago. I thought I all but lost it. It was a treasure in its imperfectness. It was skipping but I didn't care I overlooked it. It was my dads voice and his movement. His stories… Continue reading A Missed Tape
Throughout my mothers life Albert, her biological dad was absent, I can only imagine how she felt, I know because of his indifference there was a huge ripple affecting everyone. I believe this with all my heart, because I know that the presence of a dad in a girls life is everything. At one point after… Continue reading Albert W.
February 13,2008-February 13,2009 A year a go was but a memory a year before that was a conversation and frustration a year before that was hopeful time well spent and anticipation and fear of dates to come. I live now in a positive space in time thinking of times past and happy memories, and think of… Continue reading But a memory and a dance.
Leafing through the hospice papers and other items from my moms things is like sittiing between a doorway...which way do I go, do I keep this stuff, maybe I'll need it or do I throw it away, why save. There is no posterity's sake in old bills, a half written page of a list of… Continue reading Purgatory Papers
Placed under the tree during Christmas when Gloria from Peoria ruled amongst her kingdom were gifts of needs and a few wants as well. Waking up Christmas morning was anticipated, just like the first snowfall sparkling on the historic green lawn. I remember packages wrapped and one Christmas we had dolls lined up on a little… Continue reading Gloria and the Gifts