One of Contentment
Mom in the wheelchair
Sometimes in this vacant times,our joys will fade, but will always return. Blessings are there just a reach away.and yes sometimes we think unreachable..
We have to just work and wait and hope and pray is what we have learned.
It all started with frustration, hesitation, loneliness and loss of love.
I lost my dad.
Last week was a bad week i have to admit.
Dad was a great man, army man, dad was a war hero.
He was eighty three years old and been married to my mom for 60 years before mom died two years ago to the month. Theirs was a true love story.
So many stories untold, so many whims unfold... But real it was, a real love story.
A mystery it might have been, but a mystery it still will be.
Their love was pure, mom followed dad to the ends of the earth, literally.
It was a wonderful sight to me.
Dad was born in Feb. 1930, presidents day, as it is called today. At one time it was known as George Washington's birthday.
I heard somewhere that love can move like a snail. Their love was fresh and wonderful and always alive never like a snail.
After having eight kids and lived all over the world, it seemed the world was their oyster.
Many a dream was made, and many was multiplied. Stories should be told, love should be bold.
Their love was bold. Dad tried to pull away from mom once when we lived in Germany. It was a trying time but God kept them together. Oh yes God was bold.
It was a sense of sadness, meekness, love and a wad of nostalgia were mom and dad's love.
I remember Dad would go off to war, I always wondered if we would see him alive. A year would go by . And Dad would walk in the front door with yellow roses in his hands for mom and presents for all eight of us kids. We didn't care about the presents we just wanted our dad.
Oh Our parents, they mere mortals, nothing more!! But with our little kids eyes they were everything.
My mom's family were kind of weird. i guess everyone has some weirdness in their families. I guess they meant well, and of course they thought they were right, but far from right they were. There were so many children in our family and while dad was gone to war my aunt and uncle tried their best to take us away from mom. We were told we did not have enough to eat. We didn't care. Food wasn't as important to us as our mom. Us kids would have followed our mom to the ends of the earth.
When my father would come marching home again
War Is Hell
My Dad saw so much dieing. He would not talk about it. He never went to the Vietnam wall. He could not look at the names. He always said so much senseless killing and he was a hero.
The few things I did learn I learn from my husband, dad would talk to him because they were both military men.
My eyes abandoned me in droves
In dept dreams that multiplied
Keeping us all alive
Walking hand in hand
Not quite understanding
Dreams that multiplied.
It seems Mr. Brae Wyckoff wants to interview me about my book.
What great news this is.
I pray all of you will be able to listen in.
You all have been wonderful reading my craziness, and actually putting up with me.
I have to admit I feel closer to you here on the hub than most of my own family.
Many Blessings hugs to you all.
Good News this week
After burying my dad coming home and falling on my face and then it was my birthday.
I just didn't feel like celebrating another year older and deeper in debt.
I have even been questioning why do I write? Why do I have books on amazon.
Then I get this email.
Your show is scheduled for July 31st at 8pm PST.
Here is the link to your show and you can share it with others so they can mark their calendars to listen in. I look forward to it.