I got up this morning and poured my daily ration of pills from the pill box into my hand. I looked and them and thought, "WHAT AM I DOING?"
There looking back at me were:
Blue Capsules, White & Tan Capsules, Tan capsules with black stripes around them,
Green Pills, Yellow pills, Blue Pills, Orange Pills-
And White pills of all shapes and sizes, round ones, square ones, long ones and short ones,
oval ones and round ones.
Then I thought, "I have been taking these for years and have never questioned how they know where to go in my old body, and when, and where they need to get to their destination? Of course the answer must be that the spoonful of Metamucil that I take last must act like a traffic cop and direct it all.
Do the big pills have the right of way over the small ones? Do the fancy colored ones get preference over the plain ones? If there were to be a Red-White & Blue capsule (No I do not take one of those.) would it have preference over ALL the others?
Some say they work for 12 hours without stopping and some say they take one-half hour before they even start to work. Who decides that--the traffic cop, or do they have a Union advisor?
If I miss taking one, do all the others wait until the missed one catches up?
If anyone has ALL the answers, please enlighten me. In the meantime I will just keep taking them.
TO ME THIS IS A LARGE CONUNDRUM????????
WALLY
Wednesday, December 25, 2013
Sunday, December 22, 2013
GROWING OLDER
The statuette below is one good reason why you should call ahead if you are going to visit someone who is getting up in the years. One on my Grand-daughters gave me this a few years ago and I am sure it was to remind me not to forget any essential clothing when I get dressed each morning.
GROWING OLDER
Written
by Regina Brett, 90 years old, of the Plain Dealer, Cleveland , Ohio .
"To celebrate growing older, I once wrote the 45 lessons life taught me. It is
the most requested column I've ever written.
My odometer rolled over to 90 in August, so here is the column once more:
1. Life isn't fair, but it's still good.
2. When in doubt, just take the next small step.
3. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone.
4. Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your friends and parents
will. Stay in touch.
5. Pay off your credit cards every month.
6. You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.
7. Cry with someone. It's more healing than crying alone.
8. It's OK to get angry with God. He can take it.
9. Save for retirement starting with your first paycheck.
10. When it comes to chocolate, resistance is futile.
11. Make peace with your past so it won't screw up the present.
12. It's OK to let your children see you cry.
13. Don't compare your life to others. You have no idea what their journey is all about.
14. If a relationship has to be a secret, you shouldn't be in it.
15. Everything can change in the blink of an eye. But don't worry; God never blinks.
16. Take a deep breath. It calms the mind.
17. Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful.
18. Whatever doesn't kill you really does make you stronger.
19. It's never too late to have a happy childhood. But the second one is up to you and no one else.
20. When it comes to going after what you love in life, don't take no for an answer.
21. Burn the candles, use the nice sheets, wear the fancy lingerie. Don't save it for a special occasion. Today is special.
22. Over prepare, then go with the flow.
23. Be eccentric now. Don't wait for old age to wear purple.
24. The most important sex organ is the brain.
25. No one is in charge of your happiness but you.
26. Frame every so-called disaster with these words 'In five years, will this matter?'
27. Always choose life.
28. Forgive everyone everything.
29. What other people think of you is none of your business.
30. Time heals almost everything. Give time time.
31. However good or bad a situation is, it will change.
32. Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.
33. Believe in miracles.
34. God loves you because of who God is, not because of anything you did or didn't do.
35. Don't audit life. Show up and make the most of it now.
36. Growing old beats the alternative -- dying young.
37. Your children get only one childhood.
38. All that truly matters in the end is that you loved.
39. Get outside every day. Miracles are waiting everywhere.
40. If we all threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else's, we'd grab ours back.
41. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.
42. The best is yet to come...
43. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.
44. Yield.
45. Life isn't tied with a bow, but it's still a gift."
"To celebrate growing older, I once wrote the 45 lessons life taught me. It is
the most requested column I've ever written.
My odometer rolled over to 90 in August, so here is the column once more:
1. Life isn't fair, but it's still good.
2. When in doubt, just take the next small step.
3. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone.
4. Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your friends and parents
will. Stay in touch.
5. Pay off your credit cards every month.
6. You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.
7. Cry with someone. It's more healing than crying alone.
8. It's OK to get angry with God. He can take it.
9. Save for retirement starting with your first paycheck.
10. When it comes to chocolate, resistance is futile.
11. Make peace with your past so it won't screw up the present.
12. It's OK to let your children see you cry.
13. Don't compare your life to others. You have no idea what their journey is all about.
14. If a relationship has to be a secret, you shouldn't be in it.
15. Everything can change in the blink of an eye. But don't worry; God never blinks.
16. Take a deep breath. It calms the mind.
17. Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful.
18. Whatever doesn't kill you really does make you stronger.
19. It's never too late to have a happy childhood. But the second one is up to you and no one else.
20. When it comes to going after what you love in life, don't take no for an answer.
21. Burn the candles, use the nice sheets, wear the fancy lingerie. Don't save it for a special occasion. Today is special.
22. Over prepare, then go with the flow.
23. Be eccentric now. Don't wait for old age to wear purple.
24. The most important sex organ is the brain.
25. No one is in charge of your happiness but you.
26. Frame every so-called disaster with these words 'In five years, will this matter?'
27. Always choose life.
28. Forgive everyone everything.
29. What other people think of you is none of your business.
30. Time heals almost everything. Give time time.
31. However good or bad a situation is, it will change.
32. Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.
33. Believe in miracles.
34. God loves you because of who God is, not because of anything you did or didn't do.
35. Don't audit life. Show up and make the most of it now.
36. Growing old beats the alternative -- dying young.
37. Your children get only one childhood.
38. All that truly matters in the end is that you loved.
39. Get outside every day. Miracles are waiting everywhere.
40. If we all threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else's, we'd grab ours back.
41. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.
42. The best is yet to come...
43. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.
44. Yield.
45. Life isn't tied with a bow, but it's still a gift."
I CUT THIS OUT OF A NEWSPAPER SEVERAL YEARS AGO AND EACH YEAR IT SEEMS TO HAVE MORE AND MORE MEANING TO IT. AT LEAST I CAN STILL LAUGH ABOUT IT SO I MUST STILL BE MOSTLY O.K.
WALLY
Wednesday, December 18, 2013
One Christmas in a Small Town
I have been under the weather (or ill for about three weeks), with pneumonia and a few other complications so I have been away from my computer, and therefor my blog. I think I am on the mend finally so I will try to get back to it.
Since it is getting close to Christmas I thought I would put in this short story about Christmas in a small town that I wrote in 2002.
ONE CHRISTMAS IN A SMALL TOWN
He lay very still for a few minutes, perhaps even holding his breath to make sure he could not hear anyone moving about. He had finished eating his cookies and milk in his bedroom and had called "goodnight" to his Mom and Dad quite a while ago.
When he was sure they must be asleep by now he quietly slipped out of bed being careful to step on the homemade braided rug beside his bed. He knew the stories he had heard about your foot sticking to the cold linoleum, like your tongue does to an ice tray were false, but he did not want to take any chances.
He crept out of his small bedroom and across the kitchen, again making sure he stayed on the rugs and did not step in the cold linoleum. In about eight steps he was in the doorway to the front room where the Christmas Tree had been decorated and lit and was awaiting the appearance of Santa Clause. Of course he and his friends now did not think there was a Santa Clause, but they were not sure? Maybe, just maybe-----? Never the less he wanted to see what awaited him under the big blue spruce that was their tree this year.
He peeked around the doorframe and was not really surprised that it looked just like it had when he went to bed. There were presents under the tree, there were cookies and milk on the end table for Santa and the lights were winking and blinking but nothing had changed. There were no new toys or gifts added since he went to bed. He said to himself, "well that is what I expected to find. I wonder how they know exactly when I am to sleep or just pretending?"
Of course it seems he had just gone back to bed and had just fallen off to sleep and he heard his Dad up building a fire, and then he knew! He knew that Santa had come and that it was OK to get up. He called to his Dad and asked, "has he been here yet?" And he answered. "of course Son but lets let the house warm up a little before you get up so your feet will not stick to the linoleum."
That was the beginning of another Christmas day, just like they had been for as many years as he could remember. When the house warmed up he and his Sister and Mom and Dad all opened their presents and ooohhd and ahhhed just like they did every year. They were thankful they were together and they always got some presents from that unknown Santa Clause.
After a quick breakfast the day's activities would begin just as they did every Christmas Day for as long as he could remember. He would bundle up in his warm coat, hat, gloves & boots and run as fast as his legs would carry him to his best friends to see what had been left for them under their tree. After a short visit and a piece of Christmas Pastry he and his friend would be off to the next friends house to do the same thing over again until they had visited all their friends in town. Each time they might pick up another person to go with them until in the end there might be ten or twelve kids trudging into a home to inspect gifts, eat cookies and have a Christmas drink. It was a grand time and one the young man would remember all his life, and even tell his children and grandchildren about.
Even though there might be ten or twelve children going from house to house. covered with snow and laughing and acting like children, they would never be turned away from their friends homes and would always be offered some type of "goodie." It seems in that small town that Christmas was the time for all the Mothers to try and outdo each other making goodies to hand out. I remember Greek Cookies, Pitisa, Italian biscuits, Fruit Cakes (soaked in wine cloths), Fudge, Butter Squares, Divinity and an array of things that were hard to imagine. We were even offered home made Wine by the Greek and Italian families, but we usually turned this down, hoping not to upset them.
It was usually afternoon when we finished visiting with friends and then it was time to visit the Aunts and Uncles (real ones and adopted ones.) There were many people in our small town who we called Aunt and Uncle but they were really just friends of our Mom and Dad's. Some times I am not sure if we really knew if they were relatives or not. Of course at those homes we had to eat. It was either a Turkey sandwich or a salad or it could be a full course dinner again. We never knew what it would be but we did know that we would be invited to eat. It seems in a small town that was closely knit together one of the favorite activities was to EAT.
After eating it was off to play, usually in the snow. If some of us were fortunate enough to get new sleds we could not wait to go try them out on the big sledding hill in Flat Town. We never had to worry about whether we would have enough snow. In fact our worry was usually the opposite. Who would be the one to walk up and down the hill in the thigh deep snow to pack down the trail for the first ride? Or if we got skates that clamped onto our shoes we would go to Hoopes' Pond and take our scoop shovels and shovel the snow of the pond so we could skate.
We would play in the snow until dark and then build a fire and play until we were so tired we could not get back up the hill. We were so wet and cold our pants were like cardboard--- but we did not care because we were having fun.
Our Christmas Day's were perhaps not as spiritual as they could have been, but the closeness and the love of other people of all faiths and all nationalities was ingrained deeply in me in that Small Town.
By W.R. Baldwin
9 Dec 2002
MERRY CHRISTMAS AND I HOPE ALL OF YOU HAVE A HAPPY NEW YEAR AND BUILD A LOT OF FUTURE MEMORIES.
WALLY
Since it is getting close to Christmas I thought I would put in this short story about Christmas in a small town that I wrote in 2002.
ONE CHRISTMAS IN A SMALL TOWN
He lay very still for a few minutes, perhaps even holding his breath to make sure he could not hear anyone moving about. He had finished eating his cookies and milk in his bedroom and had called "goodnight" to his Mom and Dad quite a while ago.
When he was sure they must be asleep by now he quietly slipped out of bed being careful to step on the homemade braided rug beside his bed. He knew the stories he had heard about your foot sticking to the cold linoleum, like your tongue does to an ice tray were false, but he did not want to take any chances.
He crept out of his small bedroom and across the kitchen, again making sure he stayed on the rugs and did not step in the cold linoleum. In about eight steps he was in the doorway to the front room where the Christmas Tree had been decorated and lit and was awaiting the appearance of Santa Clause. Of course he and his friends now did not think there was a Santa Clause, but they were not sure? Maybe, just maybe-----? Never the less he wanted to see what awaited him under the big blue spruce that was their tree this year.
He peeked around the doorframe and was not really surprised that it looked just like it had when he went to bed. There were presents under the tree, there were cookies and milk on the end table for Santa and the lights were winking and blinking but nothing had changed. There were no new toys or gifts added since he went to bed. He said to himself, "well that is what I expected to find. I wonder how they know exactly when I am to sleep or just pretending?"
Of course it seems he had just gone back to bed and had just fallen off to sleep and he heard his Dad up building a fire, and then he knew! He knew that Santa had come and that it was OK to get up. He called to his Dad and asked, "has he been here yet?" And he answered. "of course Son but lets let the house warm up a little before you get up so your feet will not stick to the linoleum."
That was the beginning of another Christmas day, just like they had been for as many years as he could remember. When the house warmed up he and his Sister and Mom and Dad all opened their presents and ooohhd and ahhhed just like they did every year. They were thankful they were together and they always got some presents from that unknown Santa Clause.
After a quick breakfast the day's activities would begin just as they did every Christmas Day for as long as he could remember. He would bundle up in his warm coat, hat, gloves & boots and run as fast as his legs would carry him to his best friends to see what had been left for them under their tree. After a short visit and a piece of Christmas Pastry he and his friend would be off to the next friends house to do the same thing over again until they had visited all their friends in town. Each time they might pick up another person to go with them until in the end there might be ten or twelve kids trudging into a home to inspect gifts, eat cookies and have a Christmas drink. It was a grand time and one the young man would remember all his life, and even tell his children and grandchildren about.
Even though there might be ten or twelve children going from house to house. covered with snow and laughing and acting like children, they would never be turned away from their friends homes and would always be offered some type of "goodie." It seems in that small town that Christmas was the time for all the Mothers to try and outdo each other making goodies to hand out. I remember Greek Cookies, Pitisa, Italian biscuits, Fruit Cakes (soaked in wine cloths), Fudge, Butter Squares, Divinity and an array of things that were hard to imagine. We were even offered home made Wine by the Greek and Italian families, but we usually turned this down, hoping not to upset them.
It was usually afternoon when we finished visiting with friends and then it was time to visit the Aunts and Uncles (real ones and adopted ones.) There were many people in our small town who we called Aunt and Uncle but they were really just friends of our Mom and Dad's. Some times I am not sure if we really knew if they were relatives or not. Of course at those homes we had to eat. It was either a Turkey sandwich or a salad or it could be a full course dinner again. We never knew what it would be but we did know that we would be invited to eat. It seems in a small town that was closely knit together one of the favorite activities was to EAT.
After eating it was off to play, usually in the snow. If some of us were fortunate enough to get new sleds we could not wait to go try them out on the big sledding hill in Flat Town. We never had to worry about whether we would have enough snow. In fact our worry was usually the opposite. Who would be the one to walk up and down the hill in the thigh deep snow to pack down the trail for the first ride? Or if we got skates that clamped onto our shoes we would go to Hoopes' Pond and take our scoop shovels and shovel the snow of the pond so we could skate.
We would play in the snow until dark and then build a fire and play until we were so tired we could not get back up the hill. We were so wet and cold our pants were like cardboard--- but we did not care because we were having fun.
Our Christmas Day's were perhaps not as spiritual as they could have been, but the closeness and the love of other people of all faiths and all nationalities was ingrained deeply in me in that Small Town.
By W.R. Baldwin
9 Dec 2002
MERRY CHRISTMAS AND I HOPE ALL OF YOU HAVE A HAPPY NEW YEAR AND BUILD A LOT OF FUTURE MEMORIES.
WALLY
Saturday, December 7, 2013
PEARL HARBOR DAY/ B-DAY
72 years ago today an earth shattering and almost unbelievable act took place. The "sneak attack" on the U.S. Military Installation at Pearl Harbor, Hawaii. I am sure everyone is aware of this historical event. The younger people, from reading it in their history books and some of us who are a little older were alive at the time as we were born in the 1930 era.
I will ALWAYS remember it because the attack that brought the USA into WW II had a close connection to me personally. I was having my 10th B-Day party at our home on that day and our next door neighbor came running in the back door of our home yelling, "The Jap's have bombed Pearl Harbor and we are at War. I just heard it on the radio." I cannot remember who all was attending my Party but I do recall that ended it when she came running in. Some of the guys immediately ran home and the rest just stood around talking about what actually happened and what would happen in the future.
I suppose as I get older I will always remember my 10th B-Day and the connection with Pearl Harbor Day.
As I sit here and jot these thoughts down some other things filter through my mind about that trying time in the lives of people I knew.
* VE Day --May 1945 was a day of celebration because of the end of the war in Europe.
* VJ Day -- Aug 1945 (sometimes actually celebrated in Sept. in some places of the world.) I and a group of boy scouts were camping at a lake called Boulger Reservoir. A Forest Ranger came by and told us that the War with Japan was over. We had a couple of big watermelons cooling in the creek so we went and got them and had a real old fashioned "watermelon bust." We ate all the watermelon we could hold then threw rinds at each other and run around yelling and laughing. We finally all got together with our leaders and decided to tear down camp and head for home.
* Gold Star Mother flags in the windows of homes.
* Blue Star Mothers flags in windows.
I am sure that everyone who might read this has many memories of their own but as I have received many Happy B-Day thoughts from people it has just stirred up my connection to Pearl Harbor Day I decided to share just a couple.
Wally
I will ALWAYS remember it because the attack that brought the USA into WW II had a close connection to me personally. I was having my 10th B-Day party at our home on that day and our next door neighbor came running in the back door of our home yelling, "The Jap's have bombed Pearl Harbor and we are at War. I just heard it on the radio." I cannot remember who all was attending my Party but I do recall that ended it when she came running in. Some of the guys immediately ran home and the rest just stood around talking about what actually happened and what would happen in the future.
I suppose as I get older I will always remember my 10th B-Day and the connection with Pearl Harbor Day.
As I sit here and jot these thoughts down some other things filter through my mind about that trying time in the lives of people I knew.
* VE Day --May 1945 was a day of celebration because of the end of the war in Europe.
* VJ Day -- Aug 1945 (sometimes actually celebrated in Sept. in some places of the world.) I and a group of boy scouts were camping at a lake called Boulger Reservoir. A Forest Ranger came by and told us that the War with Japan was over. We had a couple of big watermelons cooling in the creek so we went and got them and had a real old fashioned "watermelon bust." We ate all the watermelon we could hold then threw rinds at each other and run around yelling and laughing. We finally all got together with our leaders and decided to tear down camp and head for home.
* Gold Star Mother flags in the windows of homes.
* Blue Star Mothers flags in windows.
I am sure that everyone who might read this has many memories of their own but as I have received many Happy B-Day thoughts from people it has just stirred up my connection to Pearl Harbor Day I decided to share just a couple.
Wally
Friday, December 6, 2013
MY LITTLE BLACK BOOK
I was just thinking today if there were many people that keep a little black book like I have for several years? I called it Kid-Speak. When ever one on my grand kids said something funny or maybe not so funny I would write it down.
If any of you have done this it would be interesting to hear if kids act about the same all around this old country.
One of my grandsons came home from school one day and wanted to tell me about this chair in his class. He said,"Grandpa they call it the 'Power Chair.'" He went on to tell me that when you did something bad you had to go sit in the Power Chair. I told him that I bet he never had to sit in it and he said, "Oh yes I do. I sit in it a lot". It was all I could do to keep from laughing.
When one of our Granddaughters was visiting, she was just sitting on my lap staring at me. After a minute or so she said, "Grandpa how come you have hairs growing out of your ears?"
Trying to correct our Grandchildren and not thinking we were getting very far became insignificant one day when one of my Granddaughters climbed up on my lap and said "Grandpa I want to whisper to you." I put my head down so she could whisper in my ear and she said, "Grandpa I love you."
We were putting a sprinkler system in our lawn one summer and while I was at work the "Blue Stakes" man came and marked all the sewer, water and telephone lines before we dug the trenches. They marked them by spraying the lawn with blue, red & yellow spray paint. When I came home from work, one of my grandson's came running out of the house yelling, Grandpa someone spray painted your lawn. I looked at the lawn and said "I will be darned they sure did." Then he started yelling, "IT WAS NOT ME, IT WAS NOT ME, I WAS NOT EVEN HERE WHEN IT HAPPENED!"
One of my Grandkids and his Mom went to Parent Teacher conference. After talking a few minutes the teacher said ____-? is really quite smart and catches on quickly. He looked up at the teacher and said,"ya I am the smartest kid in the class. I thought you already knew that I already told you that once before."
We were having our annual Christmas Dinner at our house and before we had set down for dinner I asked what the grandkids liked best about Christmas? One of the boys gave a classic answer."I like the Christmas Feast at Grandma's, then Santa comes and gives us just a little something to hold us over until Christmas morning."
Some of the kids were over visiting and one was quite skinny, and always was. I picked him up and as I did I said, "J----- you are nothing but skin and bones." He did not even stop to think and answered back---Yes and Grandpa you are nothing but Fat & Bones." Needless to say everyone broke out laughing.
Well it is fun to reminisce and Grandparents and Grandchildren seem to have a certain special bond. As I said at the beginning, if any of you Cyber Grandparents out there have grandchildren episodes how about sharing them as a comment.
WALLY
If any of you have done this it would be interesting to hear if kids act about the same all around this old country.
One of my grandsons came home from school one day and wanted to tell me about this chair in his class. He said,"Grandpa they call it the 'Power Chair.'" He went on to tell me that when you did something bad you had to go sit in the Power Chair. I told him that I bet he never had to sit in it and he said, "Oh yes I do. I sit in it a lot". It was all I could do to keep from laughing.
When one of our Granddaughters was visiting, she was just sitting on my lap staring at me. After a minute or so she said, "Grandpa how come you have hairs growing out of your ears?"
Trying to correct our Grandchildren and not thinking we were getting very far became insignificant one day when one of my Granddaughters climbed up on my lap and said "Grandpa I want to whisper to you." I put my head down so she could whisper in my ear and she said, "Grandpa I love you."
We were putting a sprinkler system in our lawn one summer and while I was at work the "Blue Stakes" man came and marked all the sewer, water and telephone lines before we dug the trenches. They marked them by spraying the lawn with blue, red & yellow spray paint. When I came home from work, one of my grandson's came running out of the house yelling, Grandpa someone spray painted your lawn. I looked at the lawn and said "I will be darned they sure did." Then he started yelling, "IT WAS NOT ME, IT WAS NOT ME, I WAS NOT EVEN HERE WHEN IT HAPPENED!"
One of my Grandkids and his Mom went to Parent Teacher conference. After talking a few minutes the teacher said ____-? is really quite smart and catches on quickly. He looked up at the teacher and said,"ya I am the smartest kid in the class. I thought you already knew that I already told you that once before."
We were having our annual Christmas Dinner at our house and before we had set down for dinner I asked what the grandkids liked best about Christmas? One of the boys gave a classic answer."I like the Christmas Feast at Grandma's, then Santa comes and gives us just a little something to hold us over until Christmas morning."
Some of the kids were over visiting and one was quite skinny, and always was. I picked him up and as I did I said, "J----- you are nothing but skin and bones." He did not even stop to think and answered back---Yes and Grandpa you are nothing but Fat & Bones." Needless to say everyone broke out laughing.
Well it is fun to reminisce and Grandparents and Grandchildren seem to have a certain special bond. As I said at the beginning, if any of you Cyber Grandparents out there have grandchildren episodes how about sharing them as a comment.
WALLY
Tuesday, December 3, 2013
A SNOWMAN
A SNOWMAN W.R.Baldwin
A
snowman is really a sight to behold
And
of course is created when the weather is cold.
He
could be tall, or he could short and fat
But
the kids who built him don’t think about that.
Was
he built by rolling big balls up in the snow
And
putting one on top of the other as high as could go?
Or
did you shape him and form him with snow from a pile.
It’s
not important but did you give him a smile?
What
did he have for teeth, and what was his eyes.
Did
he look like a girl or was he one of the guys?
Did
he have sticks for arms, and no legs separately?
So
he would have to stand there for eternity?
But
a snowman won’t linger for very long in the sun.
It
is not very long until all his parts start to run.
His
head, then his arms, and soon he’s a puddle you see.
But
for Dad & Son who built him, he is a good memory.
.
Sunday, December 1, 2013
One year without my Wife
One year ago today I sit in a care center gripping my wife's hand and hoping she was not suffering as she was gasping for breath. After gripping her hand for only a few short minutes I felt the grip loosen and I knew she had passed on.
My first reaction was a selfish one as I immediately thought to myself. "what will I do without her." We had been together for over 56 years and now she had passed on. I honestly could not think of one thing that I might want to do by myself. As my mind went around in circles I kept coming back to, "what will I do without her?"
My youngest grandson Caleb had bought her a necklace for Christmas and wanted to know what to do about it. I took it and put it in Donnie's hand and told Caleb that when they dressed her for her funeral they would put it on her neck. He was happy with that.
After sitting here thinking about my mixed emotions I come to several conclusions. I am so happy that Donnie is not suffering anymore. She dealt with Diabetes and its many connected problems for years and she is now through with that. For that I am extremely happy.
Now that a year has passed I still miss holding her hand and talking of our memories. Thankfully I still have those memories.
I do not suppose I will ever stop missing her. Over this year I have at least realized she is in a much better place and hopefully she can use her loving influence to hold a place for me there.
My first reaction was a selfish one as I immediately thought to myself. "what will I do without her." We had been together for over 56 years and now she had passed on. I honestly could not think of one thing that I might want to do by myself. As my mind went around in circles I kept coming back to, "what will I do without her?"
My youngest grandson Caleb had bought her a necklace for Christmas and wanted to know what to do about it. I took it and put it in Donnie's hand and told Caleb that when they dressed her for her funeral they would put it on her neck. He was happy with that.
After sitting here thinking about my mixed emotions I come to several conclusions. I am so happy that Donnie is not suffering anymore. She dealt with Diabetes and its many connected problems for years and she is now through with that. For that I am extremely happy.
Now that a year has passed I still miss holding her hand and talking of our memories. Thankfully I still have those memories.
I do not suppose I will ever stop missing her. Over this year I have at least realized she is in a much better place and hopefully she can use her loving influence to hold a place for me there.
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