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Celebrating a Loved One!… Happy Birthday JoNell

A spur of the moment Birthday Celebration brought joy to my heart this evening…

My niece called and says, “We are going over to the cemetery to celebrate Mom’s birthday… k0060188

do you want to go?”…

I immediately said, “Yes!”… I’ll meet you there”…

I quickly called my sister to ask if she was able to go…

Her husband is quite ill… so it’s hard for her to make sudden decisions

He was having a good day… and she met me at my house in minutes…

I got together some silk flowers I had recently bought… and threw in a couple of chairs

Now, you would have to know that our sister that passed 5 years ago would just love this!… This was to be her celebration… she would have been 80 years old

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Her two daughters, a granddaughter and her two little ones, her son-in-law, a girlfriend of her daughter’s son, one of my sons, my sister and myself…

Not bad for a short notice party …

We met at the cemetery where the pink dogwoods were blooming, the geese k0110456 were everywhere, the air was just a little cool and the sun was shining bright

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My niece had brought cupcakes that she knew her Mom would have loved… The sweeter the better… shades of pale green, pink and yellow… k3160584

We placed the flowers I had brought along with my nieces… in the holder on the wall… commenting how we think alike in the colors chosen…

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Reading the dates on her marker seemed a little eery… Could it have been 5 years already?…

We sat and talked…  a few tears fell… but, mostly laughter… hugs and kisses

We wandered around the beautiful landscaped lawns

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My heart broke as the oldest one went over to the plaque/flowers and kissed it…

not realizing we were watching… Pure love

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I took a few photos… and felt the love that was emanating from my sister’s family that loved her so much…

She seemed to be there listening to the memories and enjoying the small talk… We recalling her wonderful laugh… and quick wit to always have a joke or tale to tell…

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we said our good bye’s and felt a peaceLove had been shown today… and it was good!

A Metamorphasus

Memory…

I kiddingly put on  … that I had not received one phone call all day last Sunday…

My niece calls tonight and tells me the time… date … and that she was calling … where I would not go the day without a phone call

Too funny!… I just loved that!…

We used to have so much company when we were younger… somebody dropping by all of the time  …

When my Mom lived with us for 5 years… I had 2-3 people… sometimes more… in my house every day 

Brothers… sisters… nieces… nephews… friends and relatives…

I was always running out of coffee … or soft drinks

My brother and a niece would sometimes even bring me a goody bag with coffee or drinks in it…

I tried to have some kind of cookie/snack to serve when people dropped in…

I was thankful for the dishwasher … always had a sink full of cups/glasses…

Now, I’m not complaining… I loved every minute of it!…

I was so glad they came…

For my Mom’s sake

That’s why I miss it now!

Sometimes we sat at my kitchen table and talked  … and then sometimes whoever was visiting went back to Mom’s room where she could hear better… Her hearing was getting bad… and too much racket and talking was just garbled noise  … as she called it…

When Mom went to the nursing home after she fell and broke her hip… I didn’t realize how our visitors dwindled… I was at the nursing home every other night after working every day…

So it seems… that was where all of my visitors went too… to the nursing home to see Mom

This lasted for 3 years…

After Mom passed… It was quite lonely … No Mom to visit and take care of… Not having to be at the nursing home every other night and days when I was off from work…

I had to regroup… Giving my time back to my husband and son who lives with us… I don’t believe I realized how much they had missed me… or I them!…

We had to come together as a family unit again…

Visitors completely stopped… Making me wonder… if it was just because of Mom… that they came…

Maybe so…

This kind of hurt for a while … but, all things pass

I have made my husband my priority and my son who lives with us…

They are who greet me … talk to me… make me laugh… and share everyday happenings with me..

My other son is there too… but, living in a different county doesn’t help the visiting very much…

I have 3 beautiful Grandchildren  … and I try to have them overnight a couple of times a month… What with school and after school activities… that’s not so easy…

After my life went through this metamorphosis … Because that’s how it felt… A complete change in how I did things… how I thought about things… and how I felt about things…

A caterpillar into a butterflyis how it seemed…

Turning into this new person… having to make my own entertainment… having to make the phone calls to keep in touch … preparing goodies just for the three of us … loving my home more

I’m so happy when my few people who actually care to keep in touch with me…  pick up their phone and dial my number and say hi!… how are ya doing?… I know they sincerely want to hear…

And it has become enough

My house is peacefulquiet most of the time…

Actually a great place to visit  Nice yard to sit in… I would fix a drink or snack

They don’t know what they are missing!…

Ragged, Thin and So Soft!

It’s probably a good thirteen-fifteen years old… tattered, deep purple in color… although faded with so many washings … Not my favorite color, but it is my favorite sleeping garment … It has a few holes… big and roomy… warm and extremely soft… I know my husband “loves” it when I put it on… but, he never says a word… I doubt that he even knows why I still wear it… I fold it up  and remember every time that it was a gift from my Momma so many years ago…a birthday present … I can’t bear to throw it out yet… It has those special memories of her wrapped up in it … I wear it when I need comfort… when I need a safe feeling… when I’m feeling blue … It seems to wrap me up as if it has arms to hold me … Someday I’ll look at it and decide it’s time to discard it… we’ll see… I might save a piece of  it to make something out of… I might just put it in a drawer  to look at every now and then… No one would want it… and I would not let anyone else see me in it except Bobby… He seems to see that I need it sometimes… without even saying a word… So, I’ll continue to wear my ragged, thin, holey, soft nightgown for now… and cherish the  I feel exuding from it…

 

 

“My Kids!”…

We had a little girl who came to our classroom a few months after school started… She was deaf and had a cochlea implant  … which was supposed to help her hear some… You see the cochlea is fully developed at birth… There are tiny delicate hair cells that communicate sound signals to the brain.. They help you hear different pitches and sounds… When these cells are damaged part or all of your hearing is lost … The implant compensates for these damaged cells … and may help the person hear … She tried to wear it but, at times it seemed to frustrate her, more than help… She was also your typical teen  … not wanting to do the things we thought were best for her… She had a special jacket that she wore to school everyday … Sometimes in need of a wash… getting a little tattered from wear…We let her wear it in class, but having school rules to abide with… she would have to remove it when she went to other classes or was in the hallway… We saw that this jacket was a source of comfort to her … She would wrap herself in it … like it kept all her problems at bay… There were times she felt her comfort came before anything… refusing to take it off… Consequences and sometimes a tug of war of wills would be raised… It’s funny how a piece of clothing can become our refuge …our peace of mind  …our safety zone