Happy Easter

Easter Surprise 2007

Are you putting the ham in the oven

Are you peeling the potatoes too

Have you had your first cup of coffee

Did you fix breakfast for you?

Easter morning for mothers

Is a busy time indeed

If you are hosting the dinner

There is no time to sit and read.

You colored the eggs yesterday

With the help of the little ones

Today you must go and hide them

In the warmth of the Spring sun.

Baskets lined up in a row

Candies puffed up to see

Pretty bows adorning the tops

Can’t wait to pass them to my three.

Everything prepped and ready to go

A shower is what I need

Picking out my pretty pink dress

Now I will take the time to breathe.

I hear the doorbell sound its alarm

Familiar voices have entered now

I welcome my family with lots of love

The girls curtsy and the boys do the bow.

Eyes light up as they hold out arms

I give them their baskets and smile

I tell the parents to come and sit

Let’s just chat for a little while.

Finishing the meal is now the plan

Everyone lends a hand

Talk of smells and wanting to taste

My family together is oh so grand.

We sit at the table with candles lit

We hold each others hands

Grandfather says please bow your heads

We shall give thanks for all we have.

Dinner is over and dishes to do

The kids run off to play

My daughter stays near me to help me

To dry and put everything a way.

The men are snoring for afternoon naps

Their belts are loosened and neckties too

The rest of us talk about nothing major

But inside I am thanking God for all of you.

Terry Shepherd



It is Finished!

It is Finished!

I heard this from my good friend, Whatwereyathinkin.  http://deepthinker52.wordpress.com

With the days of Easter nearing each minute, let us take time to be ever so thankful for all we have. I try so hard to look at the tiniest of things in my and Al’s life and give all thanks to God.

If I waited for the big things I would sorely be disappointed.

Please listen to this talented 7-year-old sing Amazing Grace. God bless you all through this Easter Holiday.

Remembering Through A Child’s Eyes

A milk chocolate Easter Bunny.

A milk chocolate Easter Bunny. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Wearing my little, white bonnet with the big bow on top, held under my chin with a white piece of elastic. The frilliest dress you have ever seen. White, lacy anklets, with new, black patent leather shoes with gold buckles. White cotton gloves. Black suit,white shirt, with black, clip on tie. Shiny new black shoes.This was the picture of my brother and me on Easter Day, April 1964. After going to sunrise service, followed by breakfast, you could find the two of us nearly asleep during the main service. Leaving  the services with a little cut out milk carton, with a paper handle, green grass holding little speckled eggs, colorful jelly beans and a chocolate Easter bunny. We could hardly hold our fingers back from trying a piece. Mom said we had to wait until after lunch. We weren’t to spoil our meal with sugary treats. We pulled in the drive way and went in to our house, hearing the phone ring. Mom answered it. I  can hear her today saying, we just got home, yes, I saw them there. They are doing well. We are on our way. Our grandparents lived on the same property as us, so it was a hop and a skip to their house. We walked in their house, and I can still remember the smells of ham and turkey that drifted through  my nose. The tables were filled with foods. Deviled eggs, mashed potatoes, gravy, sweet potatoes, yuck, green beans and green salads, turkey dressings, pickles, and black olives. On the other table, was a big, white bunny cake with piece of coconut all over it with pink paper ears on top, and black gum drops for the eyes and nose. Pies, cherry, and apple, and my all time favorite, black raspberry. Everywhere you looked, there were people. People I had not seen like in a year or so. After dinner was over, all of our cousins and us went outside to the small, tiny, red barn. Our grandpa opened the big wide doors, and inside was gobs of yellow fluff. He told us to walk slowly, and talk softly. We each crept up to the tiny wire fence holding them in. We each reached down and picked up a yellow fluff ball. So cuddly, so soft. They chirped and chirped, and made us all giggle, as we gently held them and tried not to let them jump out of our hands. Soon these baby chicks would find their way to mom and dad’s freezer. After visiting with the baby chicks. We could hear our names being called, telling us they were ready for us. We ran to where the voices were coming from and were handed an empty, brown lunch bag. It was time. We were all so excited and eager to find all the goodies to fill up our bags. At the call of 1,2,3, we all ran as fast as we could, stopping and looking at anything that had color. We found lots of eggs. Pink, yellow, blue and lavender ones. We each came back to where our parents were standing watching us and showed them how much we had. They seemed as excited for as we were finding them. We all went back in to grandma’s house and had a piece of the bunny cake. The next thing I remember is  waking up in our own beds. Dad had found us napping and had carried us home. It was the best Easter we ever had. I am so thankful that I still have my memories as Easter Day approaches again this year.

The Cold Bed

A Hill-Rom hospital bed

A Hill-Rom hospital bed (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Lying in the cold bed, feeling the cold plastic under the sheet when I move my leg to a more comfortable spot. Kleenex in hand.  Looking out the window, seeing nothing. Back hurting. In need of a different position. Try scooting myself up, but too weak to do it. No one in here. Light is out of my reach. Having to use the bathroom, but not able to let anyone know. Glancing up at the wall clock. Lunch is in two hours. Will someone come by before then? Bed is wet, I couldn’t wait. Cold was touching my bones.Feet were peeking out from the end of the bed, where I had shifted my legs too much. Burning sensation. Help me, someone please come in and ask me how I am doing, do I need anything. Eyes closing, but not tired. Restless. Wondering how my kids are doing. It was going to be Easter this Sunday. Would they come? Would they bring the grandchildren? I got to paint a couple of eggs earlier this week. I have been saving them for the little ones.  Lunch time. They are here to get me up into my wheel chair. I heard two of them mumbling together about how they were going to be late to the dining room, because now they had to stop and change my clothes. They didn’t realize I could hear the nasty remarks they were saying about me. My hearing is still very good. They told me to roll over. I did the best I could, but required help to finish the request. All done now, and up in my chair. A feeling of dizziness as my head was now in an upright position. Dining room was filled with chatter. People were talking about how they had been outside, or they had played bingo, or made a craft. Sitting across from three others, no one spoke, and so I also said nothing. Not recognizing lunch, no one explained what it was. All foods were mashed. An hour has passed and I am back in my bed. I prayed for a quick death. I didn’t want to live anymore. 90-year-old female, time of passing, 1:14pm. Tuesday, April 2nd, 2012. Services, no visitation, burial at Oakdale cemetary.