Comfort and Joy

We have had a long day today, as far as the girls and I go.


Zusher is nestled in front of the tree and from all of us, to you, gentle reader, we want to thank you for following the blog, and wish for you the happiest and healthiest of 2017!

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Dziadziu on East Street

Dziadziu, in Polish, means Grandfather.

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My Mom’s family lived in Manayunk, a section of Philadelphia, and “Dziadziu” on East Street was always referred to as that to distinguish him from my Dad’s dad, or my other Dziadziu.

Dziadziu on East Street was a kind man, and very patient.Some of my finest memories of my childhood are sitting with him on the bench in the back yard and him letting me babble on.He would let me sit with him and count the freckles on his balding head and chuckle about it.

Today, 46 years ago, he left me quite suddenly.Pneumonia took him from us in three quick days.We were all in shock.I have no doubt that he is with my Babci, Grandmother, in heaven.That is their wedding picture in this post. They were married in 1920 and he passed away in December 1970, a little of 50 years later.

It’s a good way to wrap up this year, remembering him and his life.He was a good guy.

I miss you everyday, Dziadziu, and will love you forever.

So?

Yes, I watch the Hallmark Channel.

I get grief about it.

Some of the stories are strangely similar to the old “movie-of the week” format, except, so far, it’s not about murders and mayhem.I would assume the whole thing is somewhat equivalent to reading Barbara Cartland novels, with the exception that no bodice ripping occurs as it’s on cable where, I guess, kids can see it.I am a pushover for a happy ending, I guess.

Now, I have the E! channel on and the movie on is “No Strings Attached” with Natalie Portman and Ashton Kutcher.If you haven’t seen it, it’s about a relationship that starts out as sex only.

It seems like there’s no happy medium. Guess it’s time to go back to reading biographies again.

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Hoping to Hang In

My Zush is laying with me as I sit here watching “All The President’s Men”. I guess, like her two legged mother, she was a history major in a prior life…. lol

I am hoping that Zush keeps hanging in with me. There are times that she’ll look over at me, and I look back, and I think we both feel the same. We are feeling pain, but we both go slower, as if we know we are savoring what time we have together.I keep storming heaven with my prayers.We are hoping for another year together, and are thankful for each day together.It makes 2017 a dream for a fur Mom, her bestie and her pup sister. 

“One day at a time.”

Taking A Day

Tomorrow I turn, God willing, 57.

Not too cheesy, considering I was due to check out at 33 from my first cancer.I am fortunate to have Jim, who has stood by me through some hard times.

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I am going to spend quality time and prayerful time remembering all in my life, regardless if they are are still with me or gone.It is sad that despite going through everything I have, regarding my cancer history, it still tends to be just another day as you get older.

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Please keep prayers going for Zush, who is having paw issues and may have to get a vet visit in tomorrow.The best present I get is every day I wake up and put two feet on the floor and I have both my girls with me.I have been blessed with them in my life.

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