grandparents – She is Beloved

I Called Him Poppy

Ninety-three years ago today one of the greatest men I’ve ever known was born. He was the oldest of six children, and instead of going to college, went to work immediately after graduating from high school to help support his family during difficult times. Eventually, he married an unfaithful woman and then got divorced. HeContinue reading “I Called Him Poppy”

Bridal Barbie Made It Special

This Christmas will be the third without my grandmother and the second without my grandfather. I learned in my counseling classes that time doesn’t ease all wounds; in fact, sometimes the ache and longing only increases, yet the pain becomes “normal”. Whatever that means. Lately, I’ve really been missing my grandparents. Since my grandfather’s passing,Continue reading “Bridal Barbie Made It Special”

The End is the Beginning

My grandmother died this morning at 11 a.m. For most of the day, I was happy, almost joyous, and at peace. I took care of my grandfather, my mom, and my stepfather. I made sure everyone else was okay and plastered a smile on my face. I do believe that God has given me theContinue reading “The End is the Beginning”

Saying Goodbye

My grandmother is dying, even though both of my grandparents have been on their death beds before, this is the real deal. She’s just slipping away and spends a lot of time sleeping. Please pray for quick passage. It’s literally killing my grandfather to see her suffer and he weeps frequently. Please pray for himContinue reading “Saying Goodbye”

Splattered Paint on a Dusty Canvas

I didn’t want to get out of bed today. I wanted to stay within the warmth and safety of the folds of fabric having abstract dreams of this and that, but mostly about being back in Friday Harbor. It is fascinating how much Friday Harbor, and especially the Baileys have invaded my dreams. Staying inContinue reading “Splattered Paint on a Dusty Canvas”

Four Dollars Short and an Ugly Bracelet

Cold wind whipped against my face as I fought back tears of rage and frustration. Besides the rustling of branches devoid of leaves in the February cold, the only other sound was the gentle tinkling of my dog’s licenses in charms clinking together as she padded along ahead of me leading the way. I couldContinue reading “Four Dollars Short and an Ugly Bracelet”