Happy Mothers’ day.
It’s hard, since my Mom is gone seven years. I get to go and see my Mother-in-law for Mothers’ day, so I still, in a sense, get to celebrate the day. Unfortunately, part of me still tugs sadly, since I’d want to go see Mom.
Sometimes I feel bad, as I am a dog Mom, and not a human Mom. I am a benevolent aunt to my niece and nephews, but it really doesn’t matter. A Mom is a Mom. I still honor my buddies who are Moms in their own right, and most of them are also grandmothers too. They are all fabulous with their children and grandchildren. I am fortunate that I get to work with the school children, as I imagine it is the closest to being a hands-on Mom that I could get.
Happy Mothers’ day to all those who are celebrating the day. You have touched the world in the best of all possible ways. I salute you!
I was remiss in not making my annual posts noting what would have been my Mom’s 96th birthday and my nephew Gregory’s 29th birthday, which was yesterday.
Both of them have my eternal love and respect.
Sto lat, Greg!
Happy heavenly birthday, Mom!Take care of my buddy Zush!
I can’t believe it’s been twenty years.
Twenty years ago, it started as an ordinary day. Yes, my Dad was on the cusp of entering hospice, but it was not meant to be. I called home mid-morning to check on how things were going, as I normally did.
I was told Dad was having a bad morning, so I left.
Dad left us two o’clock that afternoon.
I couldn’t believe the kindness of my co-workers. Some even came and called at the house to pay their respects.
You have Mom and now my Zush up there with you. Make sure you give Zush love from her Momma, ok?
I miss you terribly Daddy, but will love you forever.
For the past three hundred and sixty-two days, I have been making strides with Kasia, who Jim and I refer to as the queen. She knows she has the rule of the house.
Yet my heart sinks daily as the memory of my Zushie is never far out of my mind. Three hundred and sixty-two sunrises and sunsets that I haven’t had her here with me. Fireworks throughout the year that I haven’t had to worry about calming her down.
I have some comfort that she is with my Mom, but it is still so hard.
I don’t even take Kasia down to the bay, as she doesn’t love it quite the way Zush did. I find it quite ironic that we moved down here because she could go and swim her hearts’ content in the bay, and now she is gone.
So please forgive me if I am not quite myself the next few days.
My heart hurts.
It’s that time of year.
Every Easter, my Mom got white hyacinths from me. My brother Bob got her purple hyacinths, my brother Henry gave her daffodils and my Dad would buy her an Easter lily.
I cherish the memories.
As I go out with Kasia in the morning, I walk past the two big planters by my gate, and smile . Mom is here in my hyacinths, and things are good.
It’s the Presidential Weekend holiday coming up this weekend here in America.
In the old days, about 50 years ago, there were two holidays: one in commemoration of Abraham Lincoln’s birthday, and one for George Washington’s Birthday. As the years went on, the government decided to consolidate the days into one federal holiday. Thus, the President’s day holiday came into being.
Part of me still thinks of a simpler time.
I remember shopping with my parents and stopping at F.W.Woolworth and in the store,they had a candy counter. Jars on top of the counters had jelly beans and the like in big glass jars. What we always got this time of the year?
These, technically, are now marketed as cherry lolly pops. When my Mom would buy them, they were Washington’s cherries. The real job was breaking the stems apart. The green stem was made of plastic. I remember having to twist them around and around until finally the stems would wear out and you would have two separate cherries on two stems.
As F.W.Woolworth’s store is out of business and has been for a while, you can imagine how shocked I was to actually find these candies still around. I have to remember- everything is on line.
Have a great weekend if you are here in the states. If you are reading this outside of America, well, have a good weekend, too!
So here I on a Sunday, watching Football.
Hope against hope that New England loses- it is par for the course for me. After all, shouldn’t every team have a chance at the SuperBowl? Oh, I know, Tom Brady this, and Tom Brady that, but seriously? I just heard a quote from him saying,” I’m doing as best as I can, so why stop now.”
My Mom would say self praise stinks.
Me? I just believe in God working in mysterious ways.
GO EAGLES!!!!! 🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅