There is nothing better than a bunch of girls. Especially my very own little one~ Thanks for coming home sweet pea!
Annual Craft Day" was hosted by my daughter Kaite, the Saturday following Thanksgiving at "home". We were blessed to have Katie & her husband Ryan home for the holiday~ and even more blessed to have it continue on with another gathering of family and one friend :) Katie was the teacher of these lovely candles that we made to be given as gifts, or to keep. No greater joy did I have this year than to be with my "little girl" on this special day~ Mummy
Although we just got off the phone I wanted to thank you from Scottie and I, for such a wonderful Sunday dinner at your home. It was relaxing and the food was good. Your attire, gray slacks & navy sport coat, white button down shirt, with Harvey's "Swim with the Sharks" tie, topped off by your American flag & hummingbird pins, you looked so polished and sweet. Even your new haircut looked great, it will last many months :) Many signs of Mom were in your apartment with the two small bowls of candy corn (from Cat) and Halloween M & M's, and your many birthday cards in the Dartmouth sliver platter.
I am so proud of you Dad..my heart just crumbles each time we part..no matter where we are, but I get a sense that Mom is with you wherever you go, and that you know it. Sweet Dreams Daddy, I love you, Pooh
Christmas did come and it did go, and I am relieved. My first Christmas in my whole entire life without my Mom. It was hard and sad and heartbreaking. I don't know what to do without Mom. I don't mean I don't know how to conduct my life, I just mean I don't know how to fill the role of oldest daughter, the position I hold in my family, how to live alone without Mom's love, kisses & hugs, and her support. In time those things will unfold. I'm glad things like these happen slowly.
Love and blessing to my little family, my bigger family, and my friends. I am one lucky girl. I know I am. Thanks to God for the peace, faith, and good direction.
Hello, I am so lucky to have spent a couple of hours today with my dear friend Lillian. What a hero, a mentor~ and, such a good person and friend to me. And, she is dying. Lymphoma is going to take Lil "quickly," and I think she is getting a bit frustrated waiting. For a couple of weeks she has told me that Jesus is holding her hand, and he's holding my hand, that angels are surrounding her, and that she is at peace, and she is ready to go to heaven. Today she seemed to be maybe a little bit mad at God that Jesus hasn't taken her yet. Her "personal deacon", Claudia, came toward the end of my visit, and we both told Lil that her time here on earth is not yet done~ because certainly when it is, her time will come. When I asked Lil what I could bring her she told me she was not accepting any food, flowers, or gifts. Okay then :) I brought her two felt flowers, I had tied a purple ribbon around them and put them in an antique bottle of mine, (I'm just a teeny bit rebellious :). One of the leaves has "Grace" printed on it, and the other has "Peace" on it. She loved them. I had quickly written her a letter this morning to share my feelings, and thoughts on our friendship. I knelt beside her chair and read every word with clarity and strength of heart. She deserved that. I think you might be able to tell that I am talking about a strong, determined woman, who is quite independent. Lil is quite proper, is about 5 feet tall, and very petite...she is a doll. Lil is also 89 years old. Quite a gal my friend is, and I will miss her. Lil's "personal deacon" came to visit. As we sat chatting, Lil reached for the card and letter I brought her, and asked her Claudia to read it to her. With tears Claudia made it through the letter and, Lil had an idea, and it was then she asked her friend if I should read my letter at her memorial service. Lil then said to me, "But honey, could you please speak loudly when you read?" We laughed because for some reason she thought I was a very quiet person, like she is...small but mighty :) And so, with strength of heart and much love, I will read my letter to my friend when she goes. It's nice because she knows that I honor her in life, and most graciously I will do so in death. Peace & love, Cynthia