You may have noticed I have been missing in action as of late. I have learned, from doing it wrong so many times in my life, that grief takes an enormous amount of energy. When I am in a season of grieving, I have to give it space. That means giving up other things, so … Continue reading Sitting With Grief
A year ago, the cherry trees were in full bloom. We wheeled my Aunt Betty into her front bedroom to see her tree, at her request. Her question to us was, “Is my tree blooming yet?” She was enamored with the petals which were frosted in all hues of pink. The ancient trunk reached toward … Continue reading Sisters
I closed the door to my Aunt Betty’s home for the last time today. Locked it up. Said goodbye to the cherry tree she loved so much. A few weeks ago, the grounds crew came and pruned the tree. Melinda and I cried, and as our tears flowed, we were ready to go to battle … Continue reading A Closed Door. An Open Book.
It makes sense that I would be awake at 2:30 a.m. this morning. Unlike other mornings, when insomnia keeps my mind turning, this day brings memories of my fourth birthing day. The first contraction was about this time and with it came the rush to get from Clermont to Dunwoody Medical Center. Bill was … Continue reading Celebration!!
I miss birthday parties. Now that my children are grown, there are no more themed celebrations with cake, ice cream, and favors. No more little voices screaming, laughing, and playing. I remember the exhaustion at the end of the day after planning and pulling off a party. I remember doing four of them a year. … Continue reading Happy Aaron Day!
I am at wedding central. My lovely niece Sarah marries the love of her life on Saturday, so the army of helping hands has been called in. I arrive at the house to buckets of flowers and the smell of a florist shop. There are Rubbermaid tubs stacked all around, with labels like “cake table,” … Continue reading Wedding Preparations
Some men leave this life with much fanfare, while others quietly make their exit. Jim Wages would be the latter, an unpretentious man, who lived his life in the most genuine of ways. Jim never desired the spotlight, he lived simply, put his hands to hard work, and his heart to family. He was a … Continue reading Uncle Jim
This is a reposting of a blog I wrote when Peter turned twelve. Change a couple of words and presto...it still fits and it's one of my favorite Christmas stories. 😉 Nineteen years ago at Christmastime, our family decided to drive through Burt’s Pumpkin Farm to see the Christmas light display. We had heard it … Continue reading Nineteen…Time Flies