Lately so much has been happening to make me really realize that I am getting old.
Me? Old? They say age is only a number but there really does come a time when you see "times are a changin".
So many of my family and friends are facing issues of their own, it is hard to see this and know it is around the corner for all of us, all to soon.
I miss the times of my friends.
I miss my children, small and wanting to be with me.
I miss my sister.
I miss my girlfriend Linda.
But I have never been one to give up, just stand up Linda and keep moving, quote from Dad.
I am doing this.
Trying to still find things to do that make me happy.
I read, crochet, sew and it just is not enough.
Circumstances have made it impossible for us to travel,
but I can handle that. We find enough things to do that we do together without much cost.
We go to antique stores, we have a dog who we adore, we live for the times spent with our kids,
we go to museums and different events.
Someone told me once I was a jealous person,
that hurt me,
I am not
If I was I would truly be unhappy.
Simple things make me happy,
when a room is painted, a ride, looking at the water,
a beautiful sunrise, sunset, my children, a good book.
God has been good to me, he helped me accomplish what I truly wanted to do for my children, and I finely found the man in my life that is true, loving and kind to me.
What else do I need?
A person would not be lying to say that they wish their "bucket list" would have had some times but "our fate is in our stars"
and I accept that.
I have truly enjoyed reconnecting with some old school friends, made me remember my times as a teenager were truly great, and it is because of them that this happened
Now as I lean into the sunset, I set my sights on peace and joy in Jerry and my lives. Not riches, just happiness and love.
Tuesday, July 1, 2014
Tuesday, February 4, 2014
What if.......
There is no one that is not touched by bad times,
There is no one that has not felt lonely,
There is no one that has not felt sad,
There is no one that has not felt helpless,
There is no one that has not felt hopeless,
There is no way anyone can understand unless you feel so much pain yourself,
how these feeling make you want an escape,
a rest, a relief, someone to understand, courage, something to just make it stop.
How sad that drugs can do this
How sad that they get out of control
How sad that no one is safe
We all want to fit, we all want to feel calm
but we do not want to die.
There have been people in my life that I still say to myself, what if I did this, or what if I would have called,
but I guess this is part of the sadness of it all
Drugs win, whether it is heroin, cocaine, weed, alcohol, cigarettes
They win
We lose
husbands, fathers, friends, sisters, brothers, children
We can't judge, we don't know
when you can't cope, when you walk the floor, when you cry, when you feel like you would do anything,
ANYTHING, to feel better.
What if we could make it stop?
How sad
There is no one that has not felt lonely,
There is no one that has not felt sad,
There is no one that has not felt helpless,
There is no one that has not felt hopeless,
There is no way anyone can understand unless you feel so much pain yourself,
how these feeling make you want an escape,
a rest, a relief, someone to understand, courage, something to just make it stop.
How sad that drugs can do this
How sad that they get out of control
How sad that no one is safe
We all want to fit, we all want to feel calm
but we do not want to die.
There have been people in my life that I still say to myself, what if I did this, or what if I would have called,
but I guess this is part of the sadness of it all
Drugs win, whether it is heroin, cocaine, weed, alcohol, cigarettes
They win
We lose
husbands, fathers, friends, sisters, brothers, children
We can't judge, we don't know
when you can't cope, when you walk the floor, when you cry, when you feel like you would do anything,
ANYTHING, to feel better.
What if we could make it stop?
How sad
Saturday, October 5, 2013
It's a wonder ful life"
How lfe turns out to be memories, good ones, bad ones, happy ones and sad ones. This is a favorite of mine.
My brother and decided one year to have a Summer Olympics and a play. I do not have to tell you who was in charge of what. But it was such a great summer, making so many memories. Everyone on the block of 21st in Wyandotte, participated. We had sports like basketball, baseball, running races, and not to brag but no one could beat me in running Tommy Dennis thought he could, he tried, but I won. Michael, I think won basketball hoops, the Taylor boys were good too. We even had events for the smaller ones.
The Olympics were first, their were medals and prizes and a ceremony. Then we did the play, I can/t remember the play. But we had a good one, set up chairs, sold tickets. What a production! Parents came and watched both events. They made cookies and helped with whatever else. We had a special needs boy on our block "Nathan" and he helped with the tickets. Nathan was special and NO one ever picked on him, he has passed now, but I loved him.
Our parents had us play outside (until the street lights, dinner or if they wanted us) All the neighbors were our parents for a very long time. Kick ball baseball, red light green light, hide and go tag, such a good time.
Most of them our gone now, the parents, we had 56 children on that street at one time. The Klosterhouses, McGinnis, Paynes, Keedlys, Talcotts, Gates, Wagner, Brohl, Strub, Keedys again , Wolfes, Hurds, Negoskis, Grays, Polona, Taylor, Herrick, Dennis and Neopolitan. Three kids are gone, Nathan and a Herrick boy, and John Dennis
Just heard yesterday a dear next door neighbor died. Mr. Payne. He was my first girlhood crush, always had a nice word, and even carried a screaming me into the house after I was hit by a speeding bike. (I still have the scar)
Everyone cared. I was called a Pollyanna this week for some of my views of today. Oh well, maybe so, but what is wrong with wanting people to care, to get along, to have no judgement, to be equal? It can happen, what happened to working things out like little or big adults?
Never, would I say things in my house about a President the way he is disrespected. He is a man, like us, and I am not ashamed to say it.
My daughter lives in my family home, and my Aunt Reggie just died. The family still owns the home.
Good honest values are still here, people still care, love, and want the best for this Country.
So bless you all 21st neighbors. Rest in peace, Mr. Harvey Payne, and be happy with your childhood sweetheart again.
Stephen King. "I never had any friends later on like the ones I had when I was twelve, Jesus, does anyone?"
My brother and decided one year to have a Summer Olympics and a play. I do not have to tell you who was in charge of what. But it was such a great summer, making so many memories. Everyone on the block of 21st in Wyandotte, participated. We had sports like basketball, baseball, running races, and not to brag but no one could beat me in running Tommy Dennis thought he could, he tried, but I won. Michael, I think won basketball hoops, the Taylor boys were good too. We even had events for the smaller ones.
The Olympics were first, their were medals and prizes and a ceremony. Then we did the play, I can/t remember the play. But we had a good one, set up chairs, sold tickets. What a production! Parents came and watched both events. They made cookies and helped with whatever else. We had a special needs boy on our block "Nathan" and he helped with the tickets. Nathan was special and NO one ever picked on him, he has passed now, but I loved him.
Our parents had us play outside (until the street lights, dinner or if they wanted us) All the neighbors were our parents for a very long time. Kick ball baseball, red light green light, hide and go tag, such a good time.
Most of them our gone now, the parents, we had 56 children on that street at one time. The Klosterhouses, McGinnis, Paynes, Keedlys, Talcotts, Gates, Wagner, Brohl, Strub, Keedys again , Wolfes, Hurds, Negoskis, Grays, Polona, Taylor, Herrick, Dennis and Neopolitan. Three kids are gone, Nathan and a Herrick boy, and John Dennis
Just heard yesterday a dear next door neighbor died. Mr. Payne. He was my first girlhood crush, always had a nice word, and even carried a screaming me into the house after I was hit by a speeding bike. (I still have the scar)
Everyone cared. I was called a Pollyanna this week for some of my views of today. Oh well, maybe so, but what is wrong with wanting people to care, to get along, to have no judgement, to be equal? It can happen, what happened to working things out like little or big adults?
Never, would I say things in my house about a President the way he is disrespected. He is a man, like us, and I am not ashamed to say it.
My daughter lives in my family home, and my Aunt Reggie just died. The family still owns the home.
Good honest values are still here, people still care, love, and want the best for this Country.
So bless you all 21st neighbors. Rest in peace, Mr. Harvey Payne, and be happy with your childhood sweetheart again.
Stephen King. "I never had any friends later on like the ones I had when I was twelve, Jesus, does anyone?"
Saturday, May 11, 2013
Paper for Church on Mothers Day
Unconditional Love
Let us close our eyes and pray or reflect together.
Dear Lord: Thank you for the wonderful gift of Mothers. You knew there had to be special angels here to watch over us so you made the wonderful person known as Mother, Mom, Mama, Mommy or Ma! Mother who are mothers in our hearts, maybe through friendship or special to us.
Bless them all and keep them in your heart and their families hearts today:
Bless them for all the have done, all they will do and
always with unconditional love.
Unconditional Love is pure absolute love, no conditions, no terms,only love, the strongest, fierest love their is. Many of us here today have lost their Mothers, help them today. Many of us today still have their Mothers, know how lucky you are and rejoice in this day and every day you have with them.
We can all look back at so many times in our lives that we had with our Moms. Baking, shopping, laughing, crying, many special memories that we all have of different kinds. We all say I am not going to be like that when I am a mother, but one day you look in the mirror and there you are, your Mother. And you wish with all your heart you could see her just one, even just one more time.
(share Erins poem)
One special Mothers day this is what I got from Erin and Devin, they were about 11 and 5, She did not have money, but she had love: this is what she wrote.
And that is what it is all about. devotion and kindness,overprotection, the need to always want to make things right. the strength to let go. Our children and we ourselves remember many moments. One of mine to share is of my last year in high school, term paper. I picked to write on mentally challenged children. Well, I wrote my paper and when I got it back the teacher had marked an F and said it was plagerism, Oh, I was so upset, I went to the nearest phone and called my Mom. I of course was crying, telling her I was not going to graduate, that I did not plagerize. She came down to the school and informed the teacher that our next door neighbor was challenged and I had been taking care of him since he was a baby, and that there was no way that any of that paper was copied. Because I loved Nathan, and knew he was special. Why did I know that? Because of my Mom. And my children learned the same, we have a mentally challenged girl in our family now, she has lost her mother and father both in the past month, the love our family gives her is with bounds. And her sister is teaching her son the same, Leslie is ours to love and protect. Special
My children will say I was hard on them sometimes, but I had to be. There was only me. Just the three of us muddling along as best we could and we did, amid protests from Erin about clothes, (I thought she would wear black the rest of her life) curfews, friends and Devin about his impulsive, mischievious nature. Skateboarding days, what I knew what I did not know, his time to work days. But we made it and they are strong, caring adults whom I am proud of.
Your Mother, nothiing she will not do for you. Ever. Never. We as children, are in her soul, we as mothers have them in ours.
I have heard that young soldiers, dying on a battlefields will call for their mothers, or older adults when they are leaving this world will talk about Mom, There is nothing that can make us forget anything about them. I made you each a flower today, take it home, put it somewhere and everyonce in a while, look at it and smile, because she is with you now and always will be.
A great gift my mom gave me was love of reading and music.
I would like to share a favorite poem of hers that to me says it all.
Let us close our eyes and pray or reflect together.
Dear Lord: Thank you for the wonderful gift of Mothers. You knew there had to be special angels here to watch over us so you made the wonderful person known as Mother, Mom, Mama, Mommy or Ma! Mother who are mothers in our hearts, maybe through friendship or special to us.
Bless them all and keep them in your heart and their families hearts today:
Bless them for all the have done, all they will do and
always with unconditional love.
Unconditional Love is pure absolute love, no conditions, no terms,only love, the strongest, fierest love their is. Many of us here today have lost their Mothers, help them today. Many of us today still have their Mothers, know how lucky you are and rejoice in this day and every day you have with them.
We can all look back at so many times in our lives that we had with our Moms. Baking, shopping, laughing, crying, many special memories that we all have of different kinds. We all say I am not going to be like that when I am a mother, but one day you look in the mirror and there you are, your Mother. And you wish with all your heart you could see her just one, even just one more time.
(share Erins poem)
One special Mothers day this is what I got from Erin and Devin, they were about 11 and 5, She did not have money, but she had love: this is what she wrote.
And that is what it is all about. devotion and kindness,overprotection, the need to always want to make things right. the strength to let go. Our children and we ourselves remember many moments. One of mine to share is of my last year in high school, term paper. I picked to write on mentally challenged children. Well, I wrote my paper and when I got it back the teacher had marked an F and said it was plagerism, Oh, I was so upset, I went to the nearest phone and called my Mom. I of course was crying, telling her I was not going to graduate, that I did not plagerize. She came down to the school and informed the teacher that our next door neighbor was challenged and I had been taking care of him since he was a baby, and that there was no way that any of that paper was copied. Because I loved Nathan, and knew he was special. Why did I know that? Because of my Mom. And my children learned the same, we have a mentally challenged girl in our family now, she has lost her mother and father both in the past month, the love our family gives her is with bounds. And her sister is teaching her son the same, Leslie is ours to love and protect. Special
My children will say I was hard on them sometimes, but I had to be. There was only me. Just the three of us muddling along as best we could and we did, amid protests from Erin about clothes, (I thought she would wear black the rest of her life) curfews, friends and Devin about his impulsive, mischievious nature. Skateboarding days, what I knew what I did not know, his time to work days. But we made it and they are strong, caring adults whom I am proud of.
Your Mother, nothiing she will not do for you. Ever. Never. We as children, are in her soul, we as mothers have them in ours.
I have heard that young soldiers, dying on a battlefields will call for their mothers, or older adults when they are leaving this world will talk about Mom, There is nothing that can make us forget anything about them. I made you each a flower today, take it home, put it somewhere and everyonce in a while, look at it and smile, because she is with you now and always will be.
A great gift my mom gave me was love of reading and music.
I would like to share a favorite poem of hers that to me says it all.
Sunday, September 2, 2012
The Quiet Man
[Linda's lifetime of love] The Quiet Man
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Life is full of many different people.
Some Loud
Some Silly
Some shy
Some mean
Some kind and some.....
Quiet
That is my man.
There are people who do not know him, that may think he is to unsocial
But that is really not him. He is just quiet. Around others.
But to me he talks alot, sometimes a little to much.. But for the most part he is just a simple, hardworking, love your family man.
He reminds me of my Dad sometimes.
He was a quiet man.
They are both good men. Family men, true to their wife men, thinkers.
Now, I am a thinker too, but I talk. You had to, growing up with my other family members. If you ever wanted someone to hear you. But for the most part, I can be very quiet too.
It is wonderful just to know that someone is there for you that is listening, caring, and loyal.
It is a joy to see him so excited when he knows his son his coming over.
And when his grandson is coming. He just beams.
Through the years, he has done so many good things for myself and my children. They never knew it, he did not want them to. And I know even now that if there is something they need, he will be there. He is so proud of Erin. And he gets such a kick out of Devin.
His son, he talks of him with such pride for all he has accomplished and how far he has come.
For myself, for years he has always been there, in the awful times when I know he could have run for the hills, but he did not. He just suffered in his own quiet way, and stuck with me, and got me through.
We have had so much fun. Barb and Art, Linda and Chet, El and Dave. Laughs. He really does like to laugh.
At our family occasions, he just sits in a lazy boy and listens ( it is impossible to talk if you are not a
Keedy bloodline) but he is so happy just being with his family and watching and enjoying all that is going around him.
He loves our little grandniece Chloe, she makes him so happy because she gives him attention and watches out for him. She tells me to get out of his chair if I am sitting in it. She will say "that is Jerrys chair" and I will have to move. He plays with her and I can see where a little girl in his life would have been very lucky.
Right now, he is quiet. We both just lost someone we love very much. He knows that I am suffering, but he is quiet. Just watches and waits for me to talk to him, or cry, or be mad. But he is there.
It is to bad he cannot share all the talent and humor he has with others, but that is just the way he is.
Sometimes his jokes are corny, but for the most part, he really can make me laugh. And I like to laugh.
So, as I have said, There are many people in the world. But I am thankful with all my heart for my
"quiet" man. I love him so. To the moon and back. Forever.
The Quiet Man
Life is full of many different people.
Some Loud
Some Silly
Some shy
Some mean
Some kind and some.....
Quiet
That is my man.
There are people who do not know him, that may think he is to unsocial
But that is really not him. He is just quiet. Around others.
But to me he talks alot, sometimes a little to much.. But for the most part he is just a simple, hardworking, love your family man.
He reminds me of my Dad sometimes.
He was a quiet man.
They are both good men. Family men, true to their wife men, thinkers.
Now, I am a thinker too, but I talk. You had to, growing up with my other family members. If you ever wanted someone to hear you. But for the most part, I can be very quiet too.
It is wonderful just to know that someone is there for you that is listening, caring, and loyal.
It is a joy to see him so excited when he knows his son his coming over.
And when his grandson is coming. He just beams.
Through the years, he has done so many good things for myself and my children. They never knew it, he did not want them to. And I know even now that if there is something they need, he will be there. He is so proud of Erin. And he gets such a kick out of Devin.
His son, he talks of him with such pride for all he has accomplished and how far he has come.
For myself, for years he has always been there, in the awful times when I know he could have run for the hills, but he did not. He just suffered in his own quiet way, and stuck with me, and got me through.
We have had so much fun. Barb and Art, Linda and Chet, El and Dave. Laughs. He really does like to laugh.
At our family occasions, he just sits in a lazy boy and listens ( it is impossible to talk if you are not a
Keedy bloodline) but he is so happy just being with his family and watching and enjoying all that is going around him.
He loves our little grandniece Chloe, she makes him so happy because she gives him attention and watches out for him. She tells me to get out of his chair if I am sitting in it. She will say "that is Jerrys chair" and I will have to move. He plays with her and I can see where a little girl in his life would have been very lucky.
Right now, he is quiet. We both just lost someone we love very much. He knows that I am suffering, but he is quiet. Just watches and waits for me to talk to him, or cry, or be mad. But he is there.
It is to bad he cannot share all the talent and humor he has with others, but that is just the way he is.
Sometimes his jokes are corny, but for the most part, he really can make me laugh. And I like to laugh.
So, as I have said, There are many people in the world. But I am thankful with all my heart for my
"quiet" man. I love him so. To the moon and back. Forever.
Some Loud
Some Silly
Some shy
Some mean
Some kind and some.....
Quiet
That is my man.
There are people who do not know him, that may think he is to unsocial
But that is really not him. He is just quiet. Around others.
But to me he talks alot, sometimes a little to much.. But for the most part he is just a simple, hardworking, love your family man.
He reminds me of my Dad sometimes.
He was a quiet man.
They are both good men. Family men, true to their wife men, thinkers.
Now, I am a thinker too, but I talk. You had to, growing up with my other family members. If you ever wanted someone to hear you. But for the most part, I can be very quiet too.
It is wonderful just to know that someone is there for you that is listening, caring, and loyal.
It is a joy to see him so excited when he knows his son his coming over.
And when his grandson is coming. He just beams.
Through the years, he has done so many good things for myself and my children. They never knew it, he did not want them to. And I know even now that if there is something they need, he will be there. He is so proud of Erin. And he gets such a kick out of Devin.
His son, he talks of him with such pride for all he has accomplished and how far he has come.
For myself, for years he has always been there, in the awful times when I know he could have run for the hills, but he did not. He just suffered in his own quiet way, and stuck with me, and got me through.
We have had so much fun. Barb and Art, Linda and Chet, El and Dave. Laughs. He really does like to laugh.
At our family occasions, he just sits in a lazy boy and listens ( it is impossible to talk if you are not a
Keedy bloodline) but he is so happy just being with his family and watching and enjoying all that is going around him.
He loves our little grandniece Chloe, she makes him so happy because she gives him attention and watches out for him. She tells me to get out of his chair if I am sitting in it. She will say "that is Jerrys chair" and I will have to move. He plays with her and I can see where a little girl in his life would have been very lucky.
Right now, he is quiet. We both just lost someone we love very much. He knows that I am suffering, but he is quiet. Just watches and waits for me to talk to him, or cry, or be mad. But he is there.
It is to bad he cannot share all the talent and humor he has with others, but that is just the way he is.
Sometimes his jokes are corny, but for the most part, he really can make me laugh. And I like to laugh.
So, as I have said, There are many people in the world. But I am thankful with all my heart for my
"quiet" man. I love him so. To the moon and back. Forever.
Monday, August 27, 2012
Amazing Grace
Well, I have written many blogs lately. Just wanted to share some of the amazing grace my family has shown and endured.
Lets start with my Mom. She never had much money to spend on us when we were little. But there was never a Christmas that went by that was not memorable. She baked, she managed to surprise us all. She did not complain about money, just was a worrier. But she had the grace and beauty of Cardinal, her favorite bird. Cardinals bring me special joy when I see them, and they always appear, at the most important times. My cousin died this week, she knew how I would feel. I the way to her house as we turned the corner, there was one sitting on the fence on her block. She loved her children, there is no better love.
My Dad, He had the grace of faith. He did not worry, he never let you know when something was bothering him. Until the week he died he got down on his knees a prayed beside his bed, before retiring. He had the best advice, and I always felt safe when he was around.
My Sister, well I have teased on her, but there is no greater love than a sister for a sister. From the very beginning she has been there for me. Kindergarden, I was one of the criers. I believe she was in sixth grade, I would start to cry, the teacher would call her down and she would settle whatever the problem was. She always did stick up for me, she did not squeeze my hand that hard (after all, would you want to take a five year old everywhere with you?) She did not make red marks on her arm. She also was blamed for many things while we were growing up. She bought me a book every payday when she started working, she bought me my first bikini. She opens her heart and home to anyone. She cannot hurt feelings, if it does happen, she suffers more than the one who's feeling were hurt. ( I am like that too) She is always there for people she cares about, and for me, always there at anytime.
My brother, for his cranky pants manner, I know how much my brother loves me. I remember playing with him when we were little. I remember how cute he was and is. He is very tender hearted, but sometimes has difficulty showing it. I could call him right now and he would talk to me and listen. He liked peas. He is also generous.
My husband, Jerry. Why did it take so long to find him? No one knows how kind and funny this man is because he is so quiet. But he is. He love wtih all his heart, has been there in bad times, good times and sad times. My true soul mate.
Linda, my best girlfriend. Through most of our lives, we have gone through the same things together. We tried to give our children happy times. Being single without much money is not fun. But somehow we managed and made some wonderful memories. I know she is there for me and I for her.
Just this week, during the funeral she knew what was happening to my heart. She was so kind and good. She knows what I like, what I do not like and who I love. She knows I hurt, she knows when I am happy or sad. She proved that Saturday.
My children Erin and Devin, I raised them to respect elders, which they do. They could be fighting mad, but never say something to an elder. They would rather not say anything at all than to be disrespectful. They love each other. They love their Aunt like an extended me. They love me.
They were good children and they are good adults. They both have had their share of disappoinments but they struggle, but never quit. Just like their Grandfather and I told them. They have good hearts, which to me, is a blessing.
So, my family, although we are not perfect we do carry the grace of love for one another. I am blessed they are a part of me. I was given the very best of luck when it came to family. I so love them all. They truly carry Amazing Grace.
Lets start with my Mom. She never had much money to spend on us when we were little. But there was never a Christmas that went by that was not memorable. She baked, she managed to surprise us all. She did not complain about money, just was a worrier. But she had the grace and beauty of Cardinal, her favorite bird. Cardinals bring me special joy when I see them, and they always appear, at the most important times. My cousin died this week, she knew how I would feel. I the way to her house as we turned the corner, there was one sitting on the fence on her block. She loved her children, there is no better love.
My Dad, He had the grace of faith. He did not worry, he never let you know when something was bothering him. Until the week he died he got down on his knees a prayed beside his bed, before retiring. He had the best advice, and I always felt safe when he was around.
My Sister, well I have teased on her, but there is no greater love than a sister for a sister. From the very beginning she has been there for me. Kindergarden, I was one of the criers. I believe she was in sixth grade, I would start to cry, the teacher would call her down and she would settle whatever the problem was. She always did stick up for me, she did not squeeze my hand that hard (after all, would you want to take a five year old everywhere with you?) She did not make red marks on her arm. She also was blamed for many things while we were growing up. She bought me a book every payday when she started working, she bought me my first bikini. She opens her heart and home to anyone. She cannot hurt feelings, if it does happen, she suffers more than the one who's feeling were hurt. ( I am like that too) She is always there for people she cares about, and for me, always there at anytime.
My brother, for his cranky pants manner, I know how much my brother loves me. I remember playing with him when we were little. I remember how cute he was and is. He is very tender hearted, but sometimes has difficulty showing it. I could call him right now and he would talk to me and listen. He liked peas. He is also generous.
My husband, Jerry. Why did it take so long to find him? No one knows how kind and funny this man is because he is so quiet. But he is. He love wtih all his heart, has been there in bad times, good times and sad times. My true soul mate.
Linda, my best girlfriend. Through most of our lives, we have gone through the same things together. We tried to give our children happy times. Being single without much money is not fun. But somehow we managed and made some wonderful memories. I know she is there for me and I for her.
Just this week, during the funeral she knew what was happening to my heart. She was so kind and good. She knows what I like, what I do not like and who I love. She knows I hurt, she knows when I am happy or sad. She proved that Saturday.
My children Erin and Devin, I raised them to respect elders, which they do. They could be fighting mad, but never say something to an elder. They would rather not say anything at all than to be disrespectful. They love each other. They love their Aunt like an extended me. They love me.
They were good children and they are good adults. They both have had their share of disappoinments but they struggle, but never quit. Just like their Grandfather and I told them. They have good hearts, which to me, is a blessing.
So, my family, although we are not perfect we do carry the grace of love for one another. I am blessed they are a part of me. I was given the very best of luck when it came to family. I so love them all. They truly carry Amazing Grace.
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