It might be said that we each do our best to create fond memories. I don’t think it’s too much of a stretch to say no one wants to carry around unpleasant memories. At least for the most part, I think it’s safe to assume we’d rather keep in store good and healthy times. An off-shoot of that would naturally be we want others to remember us fondly as well. But that second part gets a little tricky.
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Picture
Going through some keepsakes
and memories
I see a picture of a moment
a moment of youth
a moment of joy
a moment of laughter
a moment of fun
caught in a 4×6 cell.
Continue readingOther Things I Know
Monday is my grandma Tommie’s 101st birthday. Even though she has been gone for 59 years (long before there was a ck in the works) I still try to remember the day. Out of my four grandparents, her story always seemed the most tragic. Not that any of the others had it easy, mind you, they all experienced their fair share of life’s vicissitudes. But hers just always hit me a little harder. Last month, I shared what little I know about my paternal grandma. Now I’m going to share what I know about my maternal grandma.
Continue readingYour Best
All your life, you did what you could
always tried to live like you should
to build a life, solid and good
and now, you earned your rest.
Continue readingThe View
Lil B
Every year, usually around the end of August, my niece Bubba invites me to come and spend a few days with her family. A cute family with two red-headed boys as bookends and one sassy brunette sister in the middle. Inevitably, I return home with an collection of stories to share by recounting the week of antics. The oldest will turn 8 in a few months, the youngest will turn 4 a month later. So, yes, there are plenty of stories to share. This one is about Lil B.
Continue readingWhat I want this year
Let me start off by saying, gifts – receiving and giving is my love language. A sincere gift is how I express love and receiving a thoughtful gift is how I feel loved. I love opening presents. I love watching others open presents. So, that should make what I’m about to share even more powerful. I don’t want anything this year for Christmas.
Continue readingBroken Table and Broken Dreams
I finally conceded I needed to give the table away. It is a big (by today’s standards) kitchen table probably built in the 1940’s. All wood, it is heavy and cumbersome. Not really designed for today’s compact modern world. But for me giving it away was a difficult decision because it represented a dream unfulfilled. Although I have lived long enough to know the importance of plan B’s in my life, giving up on a long held dream is not an easy thing to do. I took comfort in the fact that the table not only represented a plan B in my life, but it must have also been similar for my grandma nearly 55 years earlier. We are connected with this broken table and broken dreams. At least, that’s what I tell myself.
Memory Keeper
I am the memory keeper
though I didn’t set out to be. Continue reading
Rooms of the Heart
And as she spoke she realized this story was not meant for ears. At least, not in the foreseeable future. So she said no more and waited for her thoughts to calm down. In her Continue reading
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