Sunday, February 28, 2010
What is important
Never in my life have I known what is important than I do now. Sometimes, I think why don't we know this when we are young? But then I really know. We are to busy living and having fun to realize how fast this is all going by. I am so lucky that I was blessed with two wonderful children. A daughter and a son. They have been and always will be the love of my life. THAT is one thing I always knew. But I didn't realize how important all the little things were. Like Erin, adorable little girl, putting her little arms around me and saying "kiss me, I got the signal" or Devin, clinging to my legs like I was going to do a ten yard sprint! But am so glad that those moments happened, and I have this to look back at and remember and smile. I got the best of the deal. Am looking forward to more years of memories, like this year when I could not get on the horse on the merry-go-round and was so much feeling sorry for myself, because everyone else had a horse that went up and down. Then I looked, and Erin and Devin were looking at me with such concern, poor mom, how can I get her on that horse? Funny how roles change. I bet this year they will make sure I get a horse that moves!!!!
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Saying Goodbye
As I said this is about life and love. Sharing a goodbye:
How to Share a lifetime of memories.
There are so many,
not enough time
not enough time
He loved many things: Northern Michigan, Grand Haven- casinos, combing his hair, Christmas and he always wanted to hear news about his family.
Bud is my oldest cousin- and very special to me. So I would like to share some thoughts and a story or two.
He was private-did not like crowds. As of late, a loner. But how I loved to make him laugh. And he enjoyed to laugh. Life is hard for all of us at times, and Bud had his share of disappointments. But he was fortunate enough to find Helen and in Helen; stability and Love.
Barb, my older sister and him were only two years apart. We lived across the street from each other, so they had a childhood bond like brother and sister. They were together alot. Walked back and forth to school. All went well then Bud started playing an instrument. His Coronet. Well trouble was..he did not want to carry it. So down on the sidewalk it went. Barb would say, "Bud I am not carrying this" Bud would say, "Well I am leaving it here" Needless to say Barb pick it up and carried it home. So if you noticed the sticker in Buds c asket. She says- This the the last time I'm carrying this for you Bud, It is all yours now..
The to Rock their world-I like to think a cute curly headed girl named Linda became a third part of the walks and adventures of Bud and Barb. Oh how I love being with them! But somehow I don't think I fit into the plan. They would squeeze my hand so hard thinking she'll want to go home.. But not me. I didn't say a word. So I went with them.
The day of my fathers, mothers funeral, Barb and Bud were in charge of me. They decided we would walk to the end of Ruth St and climb the billboard and watch the procession go by. So, off WE went. Bud and barb and ME. Got up there. Imagine everyone's surprise to see us sitting high on that billboard when they passed on Jefferson Ave on there way to the cemetery. That was in 1949, I was two, and here it is 2008 and we are making our last journey together to Michigan Memorial.
I look over and see him lying in blue- His first car was blue, Mr. Blue he called it. He loved that car. How happy he is to be in Mr. Blue again.
Jerry and I and Bud and Helen would try to meet one Friday a month for dinner. Because of his speech sometimes it was trying but somehow I could manage to make him laugh. He loved a story about hims Mom. Barb and I were visiting her once at Rivergate and we were in the basement visiting room. We were having
tea. She looked at us and said: See the refrigerator: Well, don't open it. Buds in there! And I don't want him to leave. He loved it!!
You are at rest now Bud-At Peace. We will all miss you and always love you.
Memory of Bud
How to Share a lifetime of memories.
There are so many,
not enough time
not enough time
He loved many things: Northern Michigan, Grand Haven- casinos, combing his hair, Christmas and he always wanted to hear news about his family.
Bud is my oldest cousin- and very special to me. So I would like to share some thoughts and a story or two.
He was private-did not like crowds. As of late, a loner. But how I loved to make him laugh. And he enjoyed to laugh. Life is hard for all of us at times, and Bud had his share of disappointments. But he was fortunate enough to find Helen and in Helen; stability and Love.
Barb, my older sister and him were only two years apart. We lived across the street from each other, so they had a childhood bond like brother and sister. They were together alot. Walked back and forth to school. All went well then Bud started playing an instrument. His Coronet. Well trouble was..he did not want to carry it. So down on the sidewalk it went. Barb would say, "Bud I am not carrying this" Bud would say, "Well I am leaving it here" Needless to say Barb pick it up and carried it home. So if you noticed the sticker in Buds c asket. She says- This the the last time I'm carrying this for you Bud, It is all yours now..
The to Rock their world-I like to think a cute curly headed girl named Linda became a third part of the walks and adventures of Bud and Barb. Oh how I love being with them! But somehow I don't think I fit into the plan. They would squeeze my hand so hard thinking she'll want to go home.. But not me. I didn't say a word. So I went with them.
The day of my fathers, mothers funeral, Barb and Bud were in charge of me. They decided we would walk to the end of Ruth St and climb the billboard and watch the procession go by. So, off WE went. Bud and barb and ME. Got up there. Imagine everyone's surprise to see us sitting high on that billboard when they passed on Jefferson Ave on there way to the cemetery. That was in 1949, I was two, and here it is 2008 and we are making our last journey together to Michigan Memorial.
I look over and see him lying in blue- His first car was blue, Mr. Blue he called it. He loved that car. How happy he is to be in Mr. Blue again.
Jerry and I and Bud and Helen would try to meet one Friday a month for dinner. Because of his speech sometimes it was trying but somehow I could manage to make him laugh. He loved a story about hims Mom. Barb and I were visiting her once at Rivergate and we were in the basement visiting room. We were having
tea. She looked at us and said: See the refrigerator: Well, don't open it. Buds in there! And I don't want him to leave. He loved it!!
You are at rest now Bud-At Peace. We will all miss you and always love you.
Memory of Bud
Friday, February 26, 2010
60's Lady growing up?
I am a product of the 60's and at the time, I was really quite something for my parents to keep up with. I was born in 1947 so I enjoyed the quiet lifestyle of the 50's, but what a teenage life I had. So much fun. You dont' really know when your life takes a turn and you become responsible. My whole adult life has been centered around my two children Erin, 34 and Devin 28. As a single Mom it was hard but I can't even think of life without them. Now I am into a different phase, where they are where they should be and I need to be where I am. Without becoming a nag and clinger I am struggling on ways to see them more. I live farther away now, so it is harder and they are busy. I do not want to guilt them at all, I just miss them. I have a wonderful husband and we do many great things together, his son just had a son, so I am a step grandma. So my adventure begins...
growing up and loving it
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