Love you to the moon and back.
It hardly seems possible that Jack is turning 14 years old tomorrow!!!! I still remember seeing that little red head enter the world. And as his grandmother, so much joy came with him. Jack, your are such a talented, spirited young man with a loving heart. You are well on your way to becoming an Eagle Scout….not an easy process by any means. It takes years of preparation and dedication (the parents, of course, need to be encouraging and supportive). So, Jack, we want you to have the best birthday ever and to know you are always loved. And remember….we're glad you were born!!!!!! Can't wait to see where this path leads you.
Love you to the moon and back.
I've never been a fan of sarcasm. While sometimes it's humorous (and yes, I've used it in that context ) there are other times when it is positively cruel…crueler yet when it is done by a loved one intentionally. It makes the recipient feel as if they're being made fun of, mocked, put down, stupid. Add to that the pain for a parent when it is an adult child who's performing it. One wonders where the cruelty comes from and when did that child change from the loving person the parent knew to mean spirited, vengeful. Then add an attitude lacking respect for the parent (family)….how does it happen? Better yet, why?
This life is filled with questions that have no answers….suffering that doesn't have to be. As my friend weeps as to the treatment she receives, the mockery of it, I have no words of comfort….I can only be "present." Maybe that will ease some of the heartache. And I want to say to that child when she and her spouse are gone….."are you happy that you caused such heartache for so many years….apparently unconditional love isn't part of you. You put on a happy face to those around you, all the while maintaining your inner hatred for the people who loved you unconditionally, regardless of what you ever said or did to your family. Are you proud of the person you've become, with the facade you share with the world? What happened to the you that is buried somewhere within you? WHY would you allow another to change you? When they're gone it's too late, but then, you will be "free" of them, won't you? You were once a decent, kind person. How do you feel now, knowing she died after years of being bullied by your cruelty and sarcasm? Lastly, somewhere deep within you lies the compassionate, decent, loving person you were born as. How will you live with that person when it resurfaces? After all, the real people we are will always be there, albeit buried."
Each of us knows someone like this…..hopefully our example will help them to curtail the cruel sarcasm and take a look at their real self.
A little different than the lions and tigers and bears ..oh my from the Wizard of Oz. Thought it needed a humorous spin.
Everywhere you go people are hacking so really, how can you NOT come in contact with the above? Credit should be given to the stores that have sanitizers at the doors when you enter. But, as we all, tis the season. When my coughing fits emerge, the poor people around me (Jim and our dog) recoil. Who could blame them? Poor Maverick (the dog) is timid to begin with. Any noise out of the ordinary (let along LOUD noises) make him shudder. He stands and looks at me with his big brown eyes as if to say "REALLY….can't you get hold of yourself." I'ma tryin'
Hope all of you out there have managed to stay well
As I entered the hospital room, there were 12 family members huddled around the man who lay motionless on the bed. His wife, children and their spouses, grandchildren, siblings were all waiting for the final goodbye to a man they loved deeply. How I wish I could have taken their pain away, but when you love deeply you hurt deeply. Polar opposites…but there isn't one without the other.
His daughter told me that they hadn't left him alone for a moment, and I told them that I believe he is aware of their presence.
The beauty was that the family was together….any old arguments no longer important (or even relative), any unkindness toward one another cast away……together in the most fragile time of their lives. It's the "togetherness" and love that will help them heal.
Don't let today go by without telling someone you love them.
My mom referred to my sister as Candy Lamb, mostly when she was a child. Ten years ago she entered the gates of heaven.
A lover of animals, Candy is no doubt riding the horses and cuddling with the lambs and bunnies and every other furry creature in heaven. I miss my sister very much, but I am at peace knowing she is free from all the haunts of her life on earth. And I'll just bet she rides on rainbows….
Mend a quarrel.
Seek out a forgotten friend.
Share some treasure.
Give a soft answer.
Keep a promise.
Find the time.
Forgive an enemy.
Think of someone else.
Be kind and gentle.
Laugh a little.
Laugh a little more.
Express your gratitude.
Gladden the heart of a child.
Take pleasure in the beauty and wonder of the earth.
Speak your love.
Speak it again.
Speak it still once again.
I received a beautiful Christmas card today from a friend whose husband recently died. My friend is an optimist and able to find something positive in every situation. Her letter suggested that during this time of waiting and anticipating we remember to find one thing to be grateful for each day. One thing….simple and guaranteed to make for a positive day.
What are you grateful for today?
As I looked out the window this morning, sunlight streaming through the window, I wondered what season we were in.
But, like most people, I'm not complaining. It seems the decades of snowfalls (and being able to make snow angels on the lawns of family and friends) are fading. Global warming? Most likely.
Amidst the hustle and bustle of the season, we can easily forget (or misplace) the "reason for the season." For Christians it is the time of anticipation, waiting to hear again the story of the birth of Christ. And while the story never changes ("his" story), each year we are in a different place. Loved ones may have passed on into heaven (Christmas in HEAVEN?? How glorious…..I know, I know every moment in HEAVEN must be glorious….and there are no seasons in HEAVEN; but, hey, I'm speaking from a human perspective since I've never been there. I'm sure I've just rocked the writers and English majors out there with my long rambling thoughts….but, hey, it IS my blog).
Now where was I? Ah, yes, changes. How do we respond to the sacredness of this season? How do we set aside all the external demands and interruptions? How are we preparing our hearts for this birth of all births? Listen to that still small voice within.
As we enter into Gaudete Sunday, I pray that we will all find the true reason for the joy that awaits us. I wish you Peace….
There is a beautiful song by Liam Lawton called "Rose in December." It was introduced to me by a former choir director, Laura Dankler. She knew the story of our Meggan….whose birthday is today. She was our Rose in December.
Sometimes I am given the opportunity to sing the song….in fact, I had the opportunity last weekend at an evening mass. Always it gives me a sense of being closer to her.
Happy Birthday, beautiful Meggan. I wonder what birthday celebrations are like in heaven…..lots of singing, I'm sure….and butterflies and balloons and rainbows.
To us you will always be 14, almost 15. It's hard to picture you as a 41 year old woman….actually, it's impossible.
If I could I would send a white rose to you in heaven with a huge I Love You attached.
One of the most joyful parts of the Christmas season is listening to, and better yet, singing Christmas carols.
Last night I experienced the joy of singing with a group at a local hospital. My dear friend, APB, arranged it. Actually it was the first time it had ever been done at the hospital. Supplied with triangles, bells, reindeer hats (some) and our music sheets, we went onto most of the hospital units and sang in the halls. The staff were overjoyed because of the lift the music brought to their units. And, of course, patients could hear us, too. I'm sure this was the first of many future gigs during the season at this hospital.
When you think about being hospitalized during the holidays and working in this setting, the days can be long and without uplifting breaks. It was such a good feeling seeing the expressions of all the staff and some patients…smiling, singing with us at times, happy, if but just for a few moments.
SO, where and how can we spread JOY….maybe with a smile or a wink to perk someone up…..or maybe caroling….or humming on an elevator or while walking in the hall. (Without thinking I am humming or singing wherever I am).
OR, maybe you need a little JOY (so hard with all the hustle and bustle of this season….contrary, of course, to what the season is really about)….how about playing Christmas music? Taking a few minutes to just sit and listen.
Now if you're not involved in music this may all seem a bit ridiculous. Music, though, is a universal language that speaks to the heart.
I wish you JOY!
I have no idea who these people are, but they sure have the Christmas spirit. ;)
Rusty married her high school sweetheart, Jim. They have four children and seven adorable