I know I am WAY too young for these beautiful children to be my great grand kids, but here they are from top to bottom:
Natalie, Angelica, Noah, Bella and Finn. I’m blessed!
There was an average of 3 years difference in the ages of my Daddy’s brothers and sisters…..7 in all. There were two girls that were stillborn, but I never knew (or forgot) where they were in the birth order. Aunt Joyce was the baby.
Aunt Joyce endured more than I believe I ever could. How do you bury two children. Max died 14 years ago and Jan 2. She loved her husband, her children, her many neices and nephews and the friends she made everywhere she went.
When Jan died a couple of years ago, the cousins vowed that we were tired of seeing each other only at funerals. Every few months 4 out of the 7 that made the pledge meet at a restaurant, and more recently, a nursing home (my cousin broke her leg and had to have rehab). Sherry, Joyce’s only living child, is one of the four. Before Thanksgiving, Sherry made plans for all of us to meet at Aunt Joyce’s retirement home surprise her by having Thanksgiving dinner with her. The weather was cold, the wind was horrible, the Dallas traffic miserable….but we were there. Aunt Joyce was so surprised. We all had a wonderful time. She told us during dinner that she misses her brothers and sisters so much. I am so grateful that we visited her that night. That we shared a meal together. That is the memory I will take with me.
Tonight I hope she is having a family reunion with Uncle Luke and Aunt Bertha, Aunt ‘Sis’ and Uncle Cecil, Uncle Lewis and Aunt Rose, Uncle Dub and Aunt Dorothy, My beloved Daddy, Aunt Helen and Uncle Bill, her husband ‘Speedy’, and children Jan and Max.
May the souls of the dearly departed, rest in peace.
Enjoy the trip called the journey of life…..the destination is final.
Tomorrow my youngest son will be 31 years old. I was wondering today where it had all gone. My life is like most, with its ups and downs. There are some things that, if I could, I would have done differently. If I had I then I would not be the person I have become today. I’m not unhappy how my life turned out. My only real regrets are those things that have harmed others, specifically my family.
I went to Lubbock this weekend to visit my Mom. It was, as usual, incredibly depressing. She has reached the stage in her dementia where she doesn’t remember to swallow food. Everything must be in puree form and followed by something to drink. Liquids she swallows. She has lost more weight this month. Her nurses aid says she has deteriorated a lot this past month. It is hard for me to accept that she has no idea who I am. I combed her hair, gave her a manicure and put lotion on her dried up skin. I fed her dinner on Sunday night and slurpee on Monday. I made her an appointment for a hair cut and perm for today. She does not seem at all unhappy. I guess that is the most I can hope for, that somewhere in her mind, she is in a happy place.
“Common sense and a sense of humor are the same thing, moving at different speeds. A sense of humor is just common sense, dancing.”
Shamelessly stolen from the Bastard – my eldest.
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.
The most wonderful take my breath away moments were the first time I saw my babies. Don’t tell them that – they’ll get the big head.
Know how to prevent sagging?
Just eat till the wrinkles fill out.