Well, we’ve made it through another day and most of this night, yet Daddy still lingers. In the wee hours of this day, Daddy decides he is going to get up and sit on the back side of his bed to pee. He wouldn’t be convinced differently. He was more than determined this WAS going … More As Hard As This All Is, It Is PRICELESS!
It’s the middle of the night as I write this. My sister nor I have had much sleep over the past 36 hours, yet we find ourselves positioned beside Daddy’s bed, one on one side, one on the other. Daddy has decided he wants to talk. Of course, some of what he says we … More Every Moment Counts To God
This morning, my sister Debbie’s heart is full and she has penned a few words that I am sharing, with her permission, on my blog. The third paragraph is the true message she wants you to hear. “GRIEF- a five letter word that carries with it emotions that, at times, can be indescribable. At … More Dealing With GRIEF
We drive by hundreds of them. They sit across the street from us, beside us, behind us. Some are big. Some are small. Some are neat. Some not so much. We either don’t even notice them or we judge them by what we see. These houses are homes to someone. And every home has a … More A “Perfect” World
It hasn’t been the best of weeks around here. This disease Daddy has carried around with him for at least the past 10 years is winning. I shared with you in my last post of how weak he had become. Ten days ago, he took a decidedly rapid downward turn . Oh, his mind is … More De’jaVu All Over Again
Yes, it has been quite a while since I’ve written a post. Why? Multiple reasons, I guess. Since becoming a widow, I have used this blog to express my emotions, whether good or bad. This blog has been therapy for me more than a few times! My lack of writing most certainly doesn’t mean I … More Breaking My Months Of Silence
Because of my personality, most people don’t realize that I am a true introvert. All my life I have been a home body and shied away from joining in with the group. Even as a child, Mama said I would stand in our yard and watch the other kids playing, yearning to be a part, … More Does It Ever Go Away?