Mom with birthday roses 2005

Many years ago I began to send my mother roses for her birthday each year because I knew how much she loved them. 

She died in 2007.  Today would’ve been her 98th birthday. 

Happy Birthday Mom.  I miss you.

     My dear friend’s husband is on a downward slide and I want to help them but there is not much I can do.  I do have hugs for her, deliver wine, meals, and chocolate but I feel as though it isn’t enough.  You can tell he’s not comfortable with me seeing him as he is and it breaks my heart.  We’ve known them for forty years.  So sad his light will soon leave this world.

     Then there are the four-footed losses, so many have crossed the rainbow bridge.

     The mood around here is subdued and sad.

     You all have a good one.  Hugs your friends and family and don’t forget to love on your furry friends and family while you’re at it.

     On one of many sojourns into the wilds of Alaska, I snapped a picture of  my baby sister Mary clowning around.  I came across this in a box of old photos I found in the attic.

     You all have a good one!

Happy Mother’s Day Mom!  I think of you every day.  Love you always.  Me.

In loving memory, Mom

7/31/1915–1/1/2007

     I am not going to discuss the tragedies of yesterday.  More than enough discussion has already been done all over the news and the internet.  Let the healing begin.

     Let us look into the blessings in our own lives.  Did you wake up today?  So did I and I am blessed because I did.  Did you have enough to eat?  I did and I am blessed because I am not hungry.  

     Did you have someone tell you they loved you?  I did and I told him I loved him too.  If you have children, did you hug them today?  I don’t have kids but I did hug my dogs.

     I took a walk…

     I breathed fresh air…

     I drove my car…

     I E-mailed my friends…

     My home is warm…

     Yes, we are blessed.