Monday, November 25, 2013
I know it. I recognize the fact.
I am thankful every day for November 26.
Greg was born then.
That is reason enough to be thankful.
loving a man like him,
but I know he is one of the best human beings I have ever met or even heard of
and he will always do the thing that is right
over the thing that is easy
and he will know the most random facts
and look at them objectively
and he will know what a fool I can be
and love me always and all ways.
but there he goes out the door to work
and if he is running a gas station
cooking and delivering pizza
camp counselor at a Easter Seals Camp
Set designer, director, teacher
or paint crew,
he will do his job as if it is the most important job in the world
and treat the people he comes into contact with as if they are all important
or if a door is too heavy for some one struggling to get into a store
or if an animal is injured
and he tries to help.
and to stay about "12 mentally"
Thank God for men like Greg in the world.
Sunday, November 17, 2013
|I #amwriting again of course|
|but writing means needing to reward myself with apple custard pie|
|lots of fog and that is both in my mind and in my yard|
|snuggling the dog can count as work if I'm plotting the story|
|I work better with this guy in the house|
And you know what, I'm glad it doesn't. I love so many people and I am not the best at letting them know sometimes, but They let me know, even when the timing isn't convenient, that good times and bad times, lonely or not. I'm not alone, even though it feels like it.
Tuesday, November 5, 2013
|Mom and Dad|
|My Mom, Her Aunt and Grandmother in Wyoming|
|Dad & I|
|My husband's parents at their wedding|
When I was a child, Family was My Mom and Dad and I, living a long way from any other relatives in Cheyenne, Wyoming. I thought family was a rock solid, unchanging concept.
|Great Grandma Emma Lafferty Slack and I|
And we added more. When I was nearly 5 we adopted my baby brother, and when I was 12 another brother was born and more cousins came along and family was a growing, entity. A wonderful circle of loving security. I am grateful for those years.
Of course they couldn't last. Sooner or later everyone learns that family isn't permanently growing, sometimes it is losing members too.
My cousins divorced, My great Grandmas both died at age 98 and another 18 year old cousin died of cancer, and another, favorite cousin came home from the marines safely only to be killed by a drunk driver. Then my Mom's Dad died of Cancer before I graduated from High school.
And I grew older and moved out and my home was just a converted garage with my 19 year old boyfriend in it.
|Greg and I at 19|
|My wedding finery! just an hour after the JP married us|
|When My family came to visit Ashland, Oregon where I was in College|
and a month after we graduated from college in Ashland, my Mom's mother died. I didn't like this part of family. The losing ones you loved part hurt.
|My Brother and parents at Niagara Falls|
but all too soon my Dad, who loved being a Grandpa, was dead of esophageal cancer, as was one of my cousins. My Mom and brothers were changing and moving on, and we heard from them but didn't get to spend enough time together, and family expanded to take in a Day care Grandma and day-care babies who lived with my babies from 7 AM to 5 PM every day and were more like siblings than friends.
|Lance and my Mom after Dad died of Cancer|
|My Maternal Grandma and I|
|My youngest son and his lovely girlfriend|
My sons are grown up and the family home is more a revolving door with people in or out and me never quite sure if it will be empty or full. There are new children in our life, great nieces and nephews, a grandchild on the way, the babies of extended family. Life filling in the gaps because a vacuum is never allowed to remain
|My oldest son working on a crab boat|
|My Brother Brett and his New wife|
Mom and my brother Lance