A wise man once said that the measure of a life is a measure of love and respect. We ask ourselves how we measure up. What’s the final tally we bring before God? What’s our effect on others? Did we make the world better for having been here? What’s our legacy going to be? What…… Continue reading Uncle Johnny’s Legacy of Love
Memories can be elusive, like trying to reach and get that little spec of something floating in your water. Sometimes no matter how much you try to finger it out, it shifts out of the way, circling around rejecting all attempts to pull it out. Then sometimes it really doesn’t seem to matter, and I…… Continue reading Elusive Memories
My Aunt Dorothy was a special lady. Naturally loving and caring, wherever she went, she left behind a trail of joy and happiness. Such a bubbly personality, with a great sense of humor and could be delightfully goofy at time, much like my mom. When we would visit, she’d come searching for a hug, and…… Continue reading A Beautiful Legacy – My Aunt Dorothy
Memories are fleeting, blurring over time. Some require a spark of stimulation to come back to the surface. Others may be lost in time. There are some that we cherish, and others that we wish would forget, but their imprint is firm and enduring. April is the month of my mom’s birthday, which puts me…… Continue reading The Balancing of Memories
Some good memories of my mom were from our watching Bob Ross episodes. At the time, probably mid-1990’s, our local PBS channel would air some of his episodes Saturday mornings. Seeing a blank canvas transformed into a painting was soothing and pleasing. There was always an “ah-ha” moment, when everything came together and I saw…… Continue reading Don’t Be So Hard on Yourself
Being a social butterfly isn’t in my comfort zone, and I’ve always been envious of those who can go into new situations and immediately feel at ease. I still have moments of being quiet and not overly outgoing in social situations. Mom enrolled me in tee-ball when I was very young, probably five or six. …… Continue reading Ode to Garrett
A few years back, I saw a news story about the power of music. Many people, who are in the midst of dementia and senility, were typically unresponsive to normal stimulation. People would try to communicate with them, asking how they were doing, or what they needed, but didn’t’ receive coherent responses. Communication with people…… Continue reading A Piece of Butterscotch
There are times when memories materialize within our minds, which seem to come from nowhere. A lingering scent of something your mom made. The memory of a feeling, a taste, or something you seen before. They appear when we least expect it, but the feelings can be vivid and intense. When this happens, relish in…… Continue reading Gratitude Journal Day 14: Loving Memories
Today is a special day. It’s full of good memories, but also a reminder of emptiness. A void that will never be filled again. Today would be my mom’s 74th birthday. The years since her death have been full of things I used to talk to her about. We purchased a new home, adopted two…… Continue reading Gratitude Journal Day 9, My Mom
Christmas is a time of memories. Time with family, good food, and full of children rushing towards the Christmas tree to rip open presents. As we grow older, the memories of those who have left us grows. The taste of Mom’s cookies, or perhaps the sound of a father’s laughter, which seem to fade over…… Continue reading Christmas Memories
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