Even though she had protected us from many dangers…some we never even knew about, we were unable to do the same for her when she needed us.Continue reading “The One Who Protects”
I love memories of the sound of Mom’s sewing machine, starting and stopping, her hands flattening the fabric on each side of the needle as she guided it under the light on her machine, her foot pressing the foot peddle below. I still remember the smell of new fabric and the delicate, crinkly feel of patterns too.Continue reading “Stitching Memories Together”
Our road trip to see Mom and Dad took about 8 hours, and we usually made the trip over a weekend, between work weeks. Sometimes, we stayed longer…Christmas, for instance. A longer visit, we learned, can shed a harsh and truthful light, exposing hidden things.
We realized that Mom and Dad could pull it together, put on a good front, cover for one another, and make things seem fairly normal for a day or two. If the visit was any longer, it was too hard to keep up the charade, and things started unraveling around the edges. This was hard work, and they must have been worn to a frazzle by the time we left. We were for sure.Continue reading “Boxing Up Alzheimer’s for the Attic”
It was just two days before Christmas when Dad and I sat on the porch rockers, listening to Christmas music. His words had deserted him by that time, but we didn’t need them. We enjoyed the cool, crisp air of a Texas December, held hands and listened to the good news of a baby born in a manger. We didn’t know he would be gone just a few days later. It was a sweet and precious time, and I’ll never forget it.Continue reading “The Gift That Changed Everything”
The appearance of the apples was misleading. Their looks, in fact, could have caused them to be ignored as they fell to the hard, West Texas ground with a thud. Beneath the mottled skin though, they were still apples, sweet and delicious, like other apples who look just fine on the outside. If only apples could talk, they would be sure we knew there was still a treasure to be found inside.
It’s been well over 2 years since Dad moved on to his heavenly home, but some days the grief is still fresh…as if it just happened. Even after all this time, on occasion, I think of something I need to call him about…but oh yeah…I can’t pick up the phone and call him anymore. On days like that, I spend a little time with a bear, remembering those bear hugs.
It was October…a little chilly with clear skies and lots of Texas sunshine. Microphones were being checked; someone was singing on the stage. We took turns pulling the children through the park in the wagon, searching for the perfect place for a family picture. Chatter and quite laughter filled the air as we watched other families taking their pictures too. We were there to take a long walk together, and memories of other walks scrolled across my mind.Continue reading “Hold My Hand & Walk With Me”
May 21, 2018 is a date I’ll remember forever. I can’t believe a whole year has passed. It’s been much different than we had imagined.Continue reading “The Good News / Bad News Day”
My Naomi was young at heart, and that youthfulness must have spilled over to her good looks. She loved to laugh….I wonder now…could this have been her secret remedy against wrinkles and frown lines? It’s possible, of course, since laughter is the best medicine after all! She was active, always busy, and took very good care of herself.Continue reading “My Naomi”
I love these words…”We may not know what lies ahead of us, but we can be absolutely certain of Who is with us.” God sees every detail of our lives…the moments of happiness as well as the hard days. I hope you find many blessings in 2019, no matter the journey you are on.
The following post is from a daily devotional called (in)courage (https://www.incourage.me). I receive it via email and requested permission to share it here with you because the words are so appropriate and true as we enter 2019.