Memories of Her Laughter and Great Food

I just leaned today that a dear friend of mine from up north has passed a way. It crushed my heart. If I could, I surely would be there for my friend and her family.

I used to be friends with the entire family when I was a teen. The one daughter and myself along with another out of the family friend ran around and lived those freedom days.

Many moons later I happened to apply for a job as a care giver and low and behold it was for this family I had known for so long. I was so thrilled to be sitting in their living room once again. Talk sort of became side-tracked as we relived memories from our younger days.

I did get the job. I took care of their parents. The mother had always been a school teacher. She was very much a lady and loved her husband and children very much. She also wrote poetry; which I am still blessed to have a special book of her poems. I loved hearing her stories about how their home grew from a small home to a big beautiful home.

The mother loved having company. She cherished life when her grandchildren came to visit. After she and her husband had been married for so many years, I enjoyed the quaint words they used towards each other when they didn’t agree, or one wanted to be left alone.

It was a Sunday morning and I was getting Mom up for the day. I took the extra time to doll her up, as I call it. I put her in her dressy outfit. I did her hair and put her jewelry on her neck and ears. I applied make-up.

I showed my work to her in her mirror and she gave me the biggest hug I had experienced in some time. My heart jumped out of its cage and I was so thrilled I had made her so happy.

I was so glad I had done that, as not very long afterwards she passed a way. Oh how my heart ached. Her husband knew her health was not good, but the reality of losing her caused a great sadness and a quietness about him, I had never seen before.

I felt so bad for him and I worked extra hard at trying to make the time I was with him more enjoyable. I would help him sit in his wheelchair and since he lived in a small, county town, I would push him down the sidewalks to the city fairs. Some weekends we would visit little shops.

He pointed out and tried out different canes he saw in the stores. He sure did have a thing for canes.   We would stop in at a place he belonged to so he could visit with his best friends. I took him to church as long as he could handle the ride. He had served in the war and also did his work in tomato crops after returning home.

Over time from his sadness and loss of his best friend, his health declined and I was so sad once again when he passed a way. The funeral was nice and I took with me and still carry many fond and loving memories of the couple I cared for.

Now today, one of their children passed a way. She was a joy to be around. She had a gift of gab, which always drew me near her. She was a good cook too, and I loved being invited and to feel a part of this family.

Anita  and I became good friends. I never felt like an employee when I was with her. When there were special occasions I was always excited to see her once again.

Well to be even more honest, I thought all of the kids in this family were awesome. I watched one of the kids fall in love. It was so beautiful. I enjoyed going along to their lake house. I just loved everything about them. Still today, when I see Carol, I take the time to stop and chat. Anita and I still speak through Facebook.

In final, I want to say, I will miss you Barb. I would give anything to be up their to pay my respects. Know in my heart, that you will always live in my memories. Your laughter will always ring in my ears.

I pray that this close family will cling to one another. I ask God to surround his love and shoulders so that you may draw comfort. I will never forget the wonderful and sad moments during my few years working for you. I love you all. God 2

I’m Gonna Get Ya Sucker!

I was invited this early evening  to go to a fish fry given by a local church. I met a few of my friends there. The fish were being fried outdoors in electric fryers and the food and seating were indoors.

Although it is chilly enough I had to wear pants and a long shirt, it was still warm enough to have the double doors open. I ate more fish than I should have considering I had enough fish last night for dinner to last me for several days. The meal consisted of fish, french fries or onion rings, coleslaw and dessert. I knew I did a good job of eating when it was uncomfortable to stand and breathe.

Outside they had one of those air rides for kiddies. There was lots of laughter and the fun kind of screaming going on. A gathering of this kind always brings those uninvited guests and this was no exception.

Nobody wanted to talk to them. In fact, when too many were present, people got up and walked to another spot. I wasn’t sure if there was going to be a physical fight happening as I looked around at the crowd and saw hands fighting the air. I heard some choice words being spoken. I could just tell that people wish these nasty guests would leave. I bet at least 50 or so came together in a crowd. They were determined to take over. I finally got fed up of moving spot to spot  so I said my farewells and headed to my car.

Would you believe they tried to chase me down? They wanted me to stay so they could do their thing. I told them no. I yelled leave me alone, but they ignored me. One of them actually sat on my car. How bold was that?  I hurried and got my camera and took his photo in case I needed evidence later, then I jumped in my car and locked my doors immediately. Calming down and thinking I am safe, I pulled my camera out and looked at the face I had photographed. Do you want to see why these guests were not welcomed? Alright, here is the photo.



Time Is Not On Our Side

It is that time of year again. Time to bow our head and say a prayer to the one above. We should be thanking God that we did survive 9/11. Many were taken from loved ones. We watched in horror on our television sets as the disasters happened; feeling hopeless and praying like crazy that those people would remain alive.

Today is a very good day to put into practice where we are at in our own lives. There  have  been rumors floating about the attack coming once again. Whether this is true or not; it does bring to mind what I mentioned above.

No matter where you live or how rich or poor, if an attack happens in our area, are we ready? If we had a half an hour in advance warning that we would not have our homes, our children, our jobs or families or our own lives, what would be the first thing on our minds?

This is nothing like hearing a tornado siren coming.




It wouldn’t be a warning on the television asking you to close all of your windows due to high winds and too much rain. No, this would be a warning that the only one who would be in touch with it would be ourselves.

Maybe our first instinct would be to check and see where our medications are or grab our most important items out of the safe; but let’s face it, does any of that matter when we may be facing our last half hour of our lives?

Now is the time to take warning. Check out where your heart is. Do you know for a fact that you will go to heaven? Is there doubt? Today, September 10, 2-14 we have time. Time to make changes, time to change our priorities, but let’s not fool ourselves. There really isn’t as much time as we believe there is.