Christmas, 2013

I didn’t really think that Al would be here today. For Christmas and yesterday he was very quiet, refusing to eat. All signs pointed to he was leaving for heaven.  I was actually counting down the hours mentally. I was emotionally crying.

What held me together was my children. Without realizing, them being here Christmas Day and the day after saved my sanity. He is here today, and has been very chatty. He is confused. I showed him his favorite photos of family members and he didn’t recognize any of them.

He has held his cars today and has not taken a nap all day.

We got some more Christmas Cards and I wanted to thank them for helping Al’s Christmas.

Lezlie S. from Indiana,thank-you for the adorable hand-made card. I love it!

Teresa F. from N.C. thank-you from the two of us.

Julie G. from Australia, thank-you very much. The card is adorable.

Lise and Louis A. from Ontario. Thank-you for the two cards and the nice letter.

Tobi B. from California, bless you for the awesome card.

From Fischer, MN, I want to thank-you for sending Al a card. Unfortunately, there was no card inside. I don’t know what happened to it, but thank-you for thinking of Al.

Here are some photos of grandchildren and my children and family.


In A Veteran’s Mind

Lonely, sitting alone in his three-room apartment. Ignoring the request being whispered in his ears to go to the home. Never leaving his familiar friend, his wheelchair, except to get on the pot or get into bed.

A non-speaking foreign lady comes in three…

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In A Veteran’s Mind

Lonely, sitting alone in his three-room apartment. Ignoring the request being whispered in his ears to go to the home. Never leaving his familiar friend, his wheelchair, except to get on the pot or get into bed.

A non-speaking foreign lady comes in three times a day. She fixes his meal and sets his table. When all is complete he dines alone with one single artificial flower staring at him. It reminds him of years gone by when he attended his best friend‘s funeral. Same color, not much to it. Grab what you can from it and hide it deep within your memories.

After each meal he would wheel himself to the sink and trash can. He tossed many a meal in the plastic container. Who the hell enjoys eating alone? There was a time he took off his hat and walked into the mess hall and everyone flagged him to their table.

He was a friendly guy. He was never afraid to try the forbidden. His buddies respected him and he knew this. But now, he and his memories shared meals together, but no one answered his words.

The doctor was the most common place he visited. Doctors, the hell with them. Always trying to stick a pill down his throat. Didn’t they know he wished to die? What was the use of living, his life was over. He felt he had done his duty.

His wife was dead and his son lived miles a way in California. His son was some big shot for a big company out there. He usually could expect a phone call at Christmas, and if he had some free time he would fly home every few years.

Taffy, his cat jumped up on his lap. Taffy sensed his owner was lonely. The Veteran petted his friend. Taffy loved to be petted but the fluff ball had no idea how beneficial he was to the Veteran. Sometimes he would pick up his bottles of medications and look at them and ponder on things, but then end up spending time with the cat.

The veteran was reminded of the pain that he went through every time he looked down at his one leg. The other was an ugly stump, but looking back he wouldn’t have changed a thing. He was not in the war to only fight for his country. He was there to protect his unit and buddies too. He had tried to spare his buddy’s life by throwing himself over him. He lost his buddy and one limb.

Tears came to his eyes as he thought back to the purpose of his life. He had been raised to believe that hard work was the way to be a proud man. He worked in the fields for neighbors, he worked hard on his parents farm. When he was old enough he got the letter. He had to enter the war.

He remembered how damn scared he was when he read that his country needed him. It wasn’t that he was afraid for himself, he was more fearful of how his parents would make it without him.

He remembered his Mama’s wet cheeks as she waved to him through the bus window when he left. Oh he missed his Mama. She was a good woman and taught him things about life.

Now today he was in his eighties. Neighbors and friends kept telling him he should go live at the Veteran’s home. He would have an easier life they would say. But how could he? He had taken care of his own family without anyone’s help, and he sure didn’t need it now.

His pension allowed for the lady to come in to fix his meals. He got a reduced rate on his living quarters. He had food, a roof over his head and Taffy. He still had his right mind, so he wasn’t about to turn it all over to someone else who would make his decisions for him.

It was coming up on another Memorial Day. A parade was going to be strutting down the street. He had received an invitation to sit on the throne and ride in comfort in honor of all Veterans. Just thinking about this made him smile.

He may have lost his parents and a lot of his buddies, but he had his memories, and Taffy, and the chance to let others know what a role he played in the lives they lived today.

He wheeled himself into his bedroom and opened his closet doors. There at the back of the closet it hung with pride. Wrapped  in plastic, the smells of loss and victories all over it. The shiny medals that had been pinned on the jacket.

He had no doubt that it would still fit. He never gained much weight from when he was a young whipper snapper. He touched the plastic lining and he could feel it speaking back at him. I am here good buddy. I have never deserted you nor forsaken you.

He closed the doors and knew that in two days he would put his best clothes back on. He would be representing everything war had to offer.  He only had one more time that it would be in use and that was when he breathed his last breath.

Very Inspiring Blogger Award & Dragon’s Loyalty Award

Lipstick and Chaos has nominated me for the Very Inspiring Blogger Award. Here is a little bit about her if you have not visited her blog.

Life in our household is always an adventure of cyclonic magnitudes. It’s a titanic shift of highs and lows, volume increasing and sanity fleeing. I live and I feel and I do most of it out loud. I believe that in sharing life’s adventures, it lets the rest of the world know that they indeed are not losing their mind and their child is not the only one masquerading around like a tie-dyed protegé in a pool of raging hormones. If only one thing I say is relatable to another life, then I have indeed succeeded in saving yet one more piece of shattered sanity.

So sit back and laugh, cry or read in disbelief. It is my hope to present to you that while life is crazy and busy and chaotic, there is a bit of sense to it.

There is an art to making it look easy while still having time to apply lipstick!

Misbehaved has a very interesting blog. She has nominated me for the Dragon’s Loyalty Award.  Here is her answers to 7 questions asked her.

7 Things About Me –

When I was little I swore that I was going to be a horse when I grew up.

I create artwork out of pieces of bone, sticks, broken glass, rusty nails and pretty much any other interesting objects I find on outdoor journeys.

If I don’t get a new tattoo soon I am likely to go insane from the itch.

I got married to Steve while wearing a black T-shirt with two skeletons have sex that says, “Love Never Dies” and a baseball cap that reads, “Bitch”. (Yes, I married a freaking prince, I know!)

I once moved to California with everything I owned in 3 suitcases and with only $20 in my pocket.

I failed ceramics in high school.

On my 5th birthday, I got a card from the Gremlins that lived under our house. True Story.

The rules are:

1- Display the Award Certificate on your website.

2-Announce your win with a post and link to whoever presented you with the award.

3-Present 15 awards to deserving bloggers.

4- Drop them a comment to tip them off after you have linked them in the post.

5-Post 7 interesting things about yourself.

Thank-you both bloggers for these nominations!


I will use the nominations for the Dragon’s Loyalty Award since this is a new award. My nominations go to these bloggers in no certain order.



Yvonne K

Lady Lovely


Joanne T Ferguson