12 hours ago
Monday, December 26, 2016
The food and drink was the usual overindulgence-and I loved every tasty bite and sip. the mild weather was a bonus. At the dinner table, we held hands and with teary eyes, prayed for the ones who were celebrating in heaven. Church was packed and I swear that you could actually feel the spirit of the Christ child as we heard the ancient scripture and songs. Our gifts included hugs and laughter and remembering past Christmas holidays. My brother's dog got along with Mickey and Hazel only knocked two bulbs off the tree. And no one stole our Star Shower!
What more could I ask for? With a deep breath, I pray for continued health and contentment. Merry Christmas to you all. xoxo
Rest in Peace George Micheal. I'm forever your fan. xo
Monday, December 19, 2016
Although I usually wear Dane's Swiss Army watch, I usually check my phone for the time. However, I am reminded by the watch that Dane has been gone for 2 1/2 years. How is this even possible?
At a family Christmas celebration last weekend I looked around and realized that my little cousins now had children of their own when it seems like only yesterday they we babies themselves. I'm now that weird old auntie that says, "I can't believe how you have grown-now get over here and hug me!"
Our days seem to fly by in segments marked by hours and minutes that pass so very quickly. All events are on a timer that we must watch incessantly so we don't dare be late or worse, even miss things. It's pressure and stress for me.
I hear a saying that rings so very true, "For the young the days go fast and the years go slow; for the old the days go slow and the years go fast."
Guess all we can do is muddle along as best we can without checking our watches too much. After the first of the year I vow to pass the time my very favorite way. I will lay on the couch and read. Then doze off awhile. Then pick up my book again until I drift off again. And I will enjoy this without guilt. It's only time, right? And it's passing too fast to not do the things we love.
I hope this week before Christmas finds you all doing what you love. There's no time like the present. xo
Monday, December 12, 2016
It's The Most Wonderful time of the Year?
Well, ready or not, the madness is here!
All I Want for Christmas? That song is so cloying and
dogs barking Jingle Bells is just plain annoying.
Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire...okay,
but third degree burns would not be good today.
Dashing all the way, in a one horse open sleigh?
To my pre-heated Jeep is really more the way!
Walking in a Winter Wonderland? Brrr..rrrrrr!
I much rather have my toes in warm sand!
Jingle Bells and a one horse open sleigh? Two
more things that seem to have gone by the way.
Baby, it's cold outside-known at 'the date rape' song?
Let her go home already! She's been there too long!
Let it Snow? It closes down our city, but I'll just stay in
and write you all this silly little ditty!
Guess I'll have to just give up and sing along,
even if it's an outdated and irrelevant holiday song.
And lucky for you, you can't hear my warbles and trills,
along with my poetry, I simply have no skills!
Monday, December 5, 2016
Fast forward 20 years or so... On Friday, I got a surprise call and visit from non other than, Dylan himself. On his way from Midland to Detroit to visit friends, my nephew took the time to go out of his way and visit his old auntie. And I was thrilled. Totally thrilled. See, I spent lots of time with Dylan when he was a baby and our bond was forged easily and lovingly. Then life separated us physically for some years with only very short holiday visits in between. But love is love and time cannot kill that bond, and sometimes even makes it stronger. After anxiously awaiting Dylan's arrival, I saw his face and felt his hug and was assured that nothing had really changed our relationship. He filled me in on his life events and I told him how proud I am of everything he had become and would eventually do. Time went by too fast as we caught up on each other's worlds. Dylan had a commitment he had to run off to, but I was thrilled all the same with his visit. We vowed to stay in touch and maybe do an extended visit with more time to 'just be.'
Thank you, dear nephew, for making your Auntie remember fonder, gentler days when popcorn at 10:00 a.m. and twilight runs along the beach were our 'normal.' I'll never forget those days and I'll never forget you, Dylan-as a baby or a man-I love you very much. xoxo