Category Archives: In memory of…

Remembering you, Dad.

11/27/1995

Not the happiest day.

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Dad

Born 100 years ago…

Gone now for twenty years. Pop, I miss you still.

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RIP Mom

On January first in 2007, my Mother died. I didn’t find out until it was too late to get to her funeral 2,000 miles away.

If your mother is still with you today, give her a hug.

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Peg's baptism with Mom and Dad 1954

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In Texas in 1995 to bury Dad

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When Dad died we had to scramble for plane tickets at this time of year to make it to Texas in time for his funeral. (We also had to pay a huge premium price for them even though we were ‘bereaved’.) Fortunately, my Mother insisted the funeral wait until those of us who lived far away had a chance to get there. Damned shame my sister wasn’t as kind when Mother died.

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Dad's birthday in Alaska

Grama, Mom, Dad, Kay, Betty

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Peg's baptism with Mom and Dad 1954

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In loving memory of…

Gone but not forgotten

Some days one feels quite alone.

RIP Valerie Malmont

Valerie Malmont died yesterday. She befriended me at the very first Pennwriters Conference I attended. When she did book signings anywhere near me, I made sure to stop in and see her. If I didn’t have the book she had out that day, I’d buy it and she’d sign it for me.

I have all her books. You can find them here: http://www.amazon.com/Valerie-S.-Malmont/e/B000APVJLE

I love you Valerie and I will miss you dear friend. I am very sad today. The world is dimmer since this lovely bright light went out.

102_0767Valerie made a lovely Princess Ozma at the costume ball Pennwriters 2008

That’s me next to her dressed as one of my favorite books “The Last Camel Died At Noon”

102_0765There’s the camel made by my friend Elena

Is flying a flag too much? Never!

I was saddened yesterday to see that only G and I had our flags flying in the entire neighborhood. Not only did I feel great sadness that the American flag wasn’t flying in front of every home, I felt embarrassed that these people would not remember such a life altering event with such a simple gesture.

I for one, will never forget. I will never forgive the abomination.

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RIP Robin Williams

It’s so sad when laughter dies. It died yesterday with Robin Williams. He’s one man I loved to watch whether he was acting, doing improv, stand up, or making an appearance on a talk show.

He made me laugh even when I fell into the depths of sorrow. He shall be missed.

I lost a sister to suicide, she was 29 when she died. It completely gutted our family.

Mr. Williams’ family has my deepest sympathy.

Robin Williams

 

Miss you Mom.

HPIM3351b     Some days the feeling of loss is overwhelming.  Yesterday, the first, the anniversary of my Mother’s death in 2007,  was one of those days.  Mom, Grama, Dad,  Kay, Betty and Mary are all gone.  Aunts Janet and Eleanor gone too.  Thank goodness for loving cousins, aunts, and an uncle.

     I’m looking forward to a better day today.

     You all have a good one. 

Is it March yet?

     I’m sure I am not the only one who faces the holidays with a heavy heart.  There are many of us.

     I would rather skip right from my favorite Halloween to St. Patrick’s day.  Just hop over the four months and land the day before my birthday.  January and February can go  away since they are winter months.

     March, I love March because it holds the promise of Spring and my birthday.  Not that we actually celebrate my birthday or anything, which we don’t, I just like it.

     April I hate, because we lost my dearest sister then.  However, now that I’ve started a yearly ritual on that day to celebrate her love and life, it doesn’t stab the heart as hard.

    You all have a good one.  I still have some lost ones to mourn over the next week or two.

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A picture… or two

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Gone but not forgotten

 

Honoring my Father

     My father died on this day in 1995 after spending 15 years in a nursing home.  He’d suffered a major stroke that took away his power of speech and some of his reason.

     Not a day goes by where I don’t think of him and miss him terribly.  I have few pictures of him, the ones I do have, I treasure.

4/8/1915-11/27/1995

4/8/1915-11/27/1995

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I love you Pop.

Mom and Dad