Catching Up With Friends

June 15, 2018 at 12:11 am (blogging, Creative Non- Fiction, grief, life lessons, Memoir, Middle age, positive thinking, Uncategorized) (, , , )

I ran into an old friend at the grocery store yesterday while doing my moms weekly shopping. We chatted for a while, caught each other up on our families, summer activities, and still talk about how we both met. She was an Avon Representative at the time. I had just lost my husband and was just basically going through the motions on dad to-day living. One day, a nice Avon lady came to my front door. I had on no make-up, not dressed yet ready for my day, I did offer her a cup of coffee. My new friend helped me find colors to compliment my skin tone. One week later when she delivered my package, she was amazed at the transformation. I was dressed, hair combed, house picked up and I looked better than the week before. We stayed friends even though our schedules do not allow us to get together as often anymore. 

I appreciate my friends. They accept me when I am in a good mood or when I am feeling a little melancholy. I know they have prayed for me over the loss of both my husband and my son. It is a nice feeling when I am feeling sad, someone will ask”how are you doing today Julie?” One of the comments I have heard the most is”I can’t even imagine”. I have learned how to live without my son, you never forget them or the good time with them and the difficult times you shared. I have so many wonderful memories of the fine young man Levi had become. One of my most cherished photos in my living room is the one where when our picture was being taken, Levi picked his mom up and my cousin snapped the memory. I remember we were both laughing because Levi told me”how many sons can pick up their mother?” 

This has been a long journey of pain, healing, acceptance, and most of all, the love and support of family and friends. I could not have done this without any of you. The prayers, getting together for coffee and a good cry,and turning my son’s old bedroom into my dressing room. I have friends who have also lost a son or a daughter, they shut the door to the child’s room and never go in it again. I chose to turn my son’s old bedroom into my dressing room. I love getting dressed in the morning and putting on my pajamas at night. I find comfort in seeing his pictures on his wall and reading his hand written notes on his message board. 

When we were born, we were not guaranteed the “perfect life”. We appreciate the little things in life that gives us joy. I know my son is smiling down on me from heaven. I wake up every morning knowing how proud he is of me, his mom who has persevered through my grief and come out the other side into happiness. Hug your kids extra tight today, let them know how proud you are of them, let them know how loved they are and you are glad they are in your life. You are not promised tomorrow , so make today count. 

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Perspectives

April 3, 2018 at 12:20 am (blogging, Creative Non- Fiction, grief, life lessons, Memoir, Middle age, positive thinking, Survivor, Uncategorized) (, , , , )

I was having one of those weeks. It was long, tiring and I just wanted to start my weekend. Some weeks seem to just zip by, while others drag on forever it seems like. Work is going well,but some days, you just wish you could call in sick and stay home.  I notice when I get tired, I get sensitive. In truth, some people you do not really know if they are being serious or not. Being middle age is not always easy.

Easter was different for me. Like many, it is just my mom and I who celebrate holidays anymore. It is tough when she just wants a baloney sandwich and call it good. Most of our friends and family has moved away. It was tough when mom didn’t want to get dressed  she prefers her bathrobe. I had a difficult time accepting this new reality. I finally decided to buy her some nice night gown and house dresses so she can look pretty while being comfortable. Besides, arguing just leads to hard feelings. It really helped when I found her a shower aide. The ladies have fun talking and mom feels better.

I remember a few years ago, running into my mom getting her groceries.Her social calendar was full, and she was full of life. Mom was a member of the Red Hat Flappers; She was the duchess of finances. My son used to ask her for a ride, she would tell him to check the calendar to see if she was available. Her group of friends would take a senior travel tour. I was glad she was getting out and enjoying life again. My son moved in with his grandma to help her after his grandpa passed away. My mom was in baking for twenty-five years so she was putting Levi on a budget. She taught him how to pay his bills on time, and save for a rainy day. ( He was at the age where his mom knew nothing, but went over the same material with him).

Sometimes it is easy to get stuck in a rut and can’t seem to climb out of it. I understand the gardeners who can’t wait to start digging in the dirt and plant flowers and trees and things. I am becoming a reforming black thumb gardener. My yard looks pretty nice last year. I like a simple yard with cottage charm. I love to watch the butterflies fluttering looking for the pretty butterfly bushes I have planted, birds landing in the trees chirping away, the deer eating in the yards. So much to look forward to. I think you can look at your life as the glass half full or half empty. Some families have been through devastating circumstances and are having a tough time recovering. Losing my husband and my son has been difficult-but I had to realize you will never “get over it”, yes, life will go on, and I will always remember Jerry and Levi. I think I can say, I accept where I am in my life today. 

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A Change in Plans

March 28, 2018 at 9:11 pm (blogging, Creative Non- Fiction, life lessons, Memoir, Middle age, positive thinking) (, , , , )

When I was a teenager, I dreamed of becoming a Paramedic. The hit TV show Emergency  was a big help for many deciding a career choice. I was heartbroken there is a height and weight qualification. One day, a teacher told me about a new program being started at school. It was a technical school designed for students who needed special training but not necessarily college classes. One of the classes being offered was for Nursing.

I can not tell you how grateful I still am today for the teacher inviting me to an after school field trip to visit the school. there are so many aspects in the health care field many do not understand how important it is to get quality employees to help care for the growing needs.  Mental health is a growing problem in our nation. It is surprising the number of individuals under 18 years are being treated for this illness. Johnny gets mad at Timmy at school and decides to bring a nifty knife to school the next day to scare Timmy. Now schools want to arm the teachers to defend the students. Where will this all end?

I remember in my early twenties, before I was married to the love of my life, I had the best job. I worked in a Company that trained young men and woman who were disabled. We were a cleaning crew, who worked hard and had a fun evening. Some of the conversations were hilarious. I enjoyed helping my new friends with daily tasks, seeing them light up after learning a new job. I worked with my co-workers until my husband became terminally ill. I took a break for a few years raising my young son alone after my husband passed away. I had hoped one day, I could get another job in this field of work. Sometimes I will get out for the morning, doing a few errands and decide to go out for lunch. It is fun to enter a fast foods place and see a few of my old friends eating.

Five years ago, I was looking to change jobs. A friend of mine told me about a job in a group home setting. I applied for the job, went to the interview. I was pleasantly surprised to see two of my old friends I had worked with just a few years earlier on the janitorial crew. Seeing C brought back memories of when my old boss asked me if I would ride with her to take a couple of clients home. After visiting a group home (some people are late getting ready for work) I was able to talk to the house manager. I always wanted a job working with the clients and helping them in their day-to-day life. Five years ago, my secret prayer was answered. It was fun working with some familiar faces, and they were happy to see me in the evening before bed. They say the job is not for everyone and the saying is true. It does take someone special to care for the ever-changing needs the young men and women require. I am one who can say I love my job, I enjoy and get along with my co-workers and I have a great boss.

I am pleased to know that Nursing is still a career still offered in technical schools. there is a growing need to qualified people who want a rewarding career. From my crush on an actor, to I am happy with where my life has taken me. I think both my husband and my son smile down from heaven and are cheering me on everyday. When life threw me a curve ball, I learned how catch the ball and pass it on to someone else who needed a kind word or a shoulder to cry on. I am thankful for the love and support of my family and friends who has been a help to me. I chose not to become bitter and angry at God after the deaths of both my husband and my son. I chose instead to trust Him. It has kept me grounded in what is important in my life. I take time and smell the roses and  enjoy the life living in my small town with so many wonderful familiar faces.

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Life can Change in a Moment

March 14, 2018 at 7:34 pm (blogging, Creative Non- Fiction, life lessons, Memoir, Middle age, Uncategorized) (, , , , )

I was going through some paper work, and I came across a note my son had scribbled on a piece of paper. The note brought back memories of how much he had grown the last few years before his death. I was truly inspired by what I read. “Life can change in a moment, live everyday like you mean it, and don’t look back with any regrets.” I love his point of view. So many times, me included, regret things that doesn’t really matter. I am so proud of the fine young man Levi had become. I will always remember his smile, the sparkle in his eyes, his infectious laugh, and most of all his generosity.

When Levi was in grade school, his friends decided to set up a small lemonade stand. He was excited to give weary travelers a cold drink on a hot day. The boys did pretty good I might say. As they were getting ready to clean up for the day, a patrol car came down our block. I knew the officers and was talking with them, when Levi came up to them with the last two glasses of lemonade and told the officers”you work hard to keep us safe, you can just have these.” the officer was grateful for the cold drink, but would not Levi and the boys walk away empty-handed.

My life was forever changed ten years ago when my son was involved in a fatal car accident. Some still ask me how I carry on day after day. A strong faith, the love and support of my family and friends, a job I love, and my writing. Today is a rainy day and I feel a little blue. I don’t think it was an accident I found the little note my son had written years ago. It made me feel better and Levi was right, life may change in a moment, but it is how you deal with your grief, stress, who you lean on that counts.  I still think about when my husband and son were alive and our house was full of friends, great food, lively conversations, laughter and love.  I appreciate my friends who have me over for snacks and movies, grabbing a cup of coffee out, a walk in the forest listening to the birds chirp, feeling alive again.

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A Special Day

March 2, 2018 at 12:52 am (blogging, Creative Non- Fiction, life lessons, Memoir, Middle age, positive thinking, Uncategorized) (, , , )

This afternoon, I am setting here staring at my computer screen with a blank stare. Many bloggers have had the same feeling what to write about today. Most of the time, I usually have a million ideas floating around in my head and all I have to do is pick one to write about not today. I was preoccupied with buying dinner preparations for my mom to help her celebrate her anniversary. Mom and dad would have been married 59 years. I am reminded of the time when dad wanted to take my mom out to a nice seafood dinner the only problem was, the roads were closed due to a severe snow storm that morning. Mom and dad returned home and settled in for a dinner of soup and a sandwich with plans to try again when the weather turned warmer.

Some of my friends and family were sharing stories of my parents as I called them today. My family lived on a ranch in Southern california. One of our horses, april was having a difficult time birthing her foal. We had a line of cars taking pictures of April as Nugget finally made his debut into the world. Another time, (while my brother and I were at school) our calf was being butchered. People were taking pictures of our poor calf in his final moments. Living on a hair pin turn, my dad and brother were always replacing our fence when accidents happened. Maybe this is why I went into health care.

Mom and dad were part of our 4-H Club. Dad was the rabbit leader. We lived in a single story mansion. Our living room was large enough for a slate pool table. Mom put a sheet on the pool table, so dad could teach us how to show our rabbits for the fair. My brother and I also were involved the sheep and horse projects. You raise a little helpless lamb to get ready for the fair and market. Many of my friends from school were envious I could ride my horse after school or play with the new bunny rabbits. I had a good childhood, I learned responsiblity, sportsmanship, and a few blur ribbons for our hard work as a reward. Mom and dad decided not to be  rabbit leaders when my brother and I entered High school. We both had jobs and dad was hurt on his job.

I think my parents had a good time in retirement after moving to Idaho. My dad was hurt on the job and needed to move to a drier climate. They bought the forever home sight unseen. Well, they fell in love with thier new home. My bother and I were used to spacious bedrooms- our rooms were not spacious. I went from a medium sized bedroom to I think it was the sewing room. Jeff hasd a slightly bigger room. After I got used to my cubby hole, I enjoyed the beauty that surrounded me. Dad had fun riding around the neighborhood in his 1946 Willie’s Jeep. Snowy days, family and friends were pulled around the neighborhood behind the jeep. When we couldn’t feel our fingers and toes anymore, mom had hot cocoa and chocolate chip cookies waiting to warm us up. I had some great conversations today honoring my parents. 

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Small town Living

February 12, 2018 at 10:39 pm (blogging, Creative Non- Fiction, Memoir, Middle age, positive thinking) (, , , , )

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I have lived in my hometown for the last thirty seven years. I cannot imagine living anywhere else. My family moved when my twin brother and I Graduated High school. My dad was hurt on the job and needed to live in a drier climate. The extra bonus for me was when my beloved Aunt, Uncle and Grandma moved a year earlier. Mom and dad would take vacations to Idaho and see the area. Jeff and I loved it because we were trusted to house set. All the comforts of home without the bills. It was our first taste of being out on our own. I remember thinking I couldn’t believe my brother and I were trusted to stay by ourselves. We both had good jobs, stayed out of trouble, no wild parties, friends came over and played games of pool in our huge living room.  My best girlfriend came and stayed with us for the week. She was happy to get out of her house and stay with us. I laugh at the memory of the good time we had together riding our horses, cooking our meals together, going shopping, working and going to college. Mom and dad found a house so we packed up and moved to our new adventure.I was not ready for the beauty that would soon surround me everyday. Everywhere you look, you see the mountains, (you didn’t have to drive an hour to enjoy the views), you can enjoy The National Forest in minutes, plenty of fishing, boating, camping right on the river, picnic areas, hiking trails, beautiful parks,and wild life.

I love living in my small hometown.  My childhood home was a mini mansion as some used to say, plenty of spaces to ride horses, motor bikes, I had to get used to smaller space. We never had pine trees in the yard, we now had neighbors, (we lived five miles out-of-town in my childhood home), older gentlemen stopped in the middle of the road and talked, box boys carry your groceries out for you, seeing squirrel’s, quail, cats stalking the prey, it was fun seeing deer walking down your neighborhood street. (In California, dad went deer hunting, now they show up on your front lawn). I met and married my husband here. We bought a nice house with great neighbors a block from the river. We enjoyed raising our young son teaching him how to fish, ride his small ATV around the block, daddy/son motorcycle rides close. I thought I had my forever husband and my forever home. My husband died in 1990 from complications of his disease. I laugh now at my friends trying to talk me into selling my home and moving – I needed to buy a house that was my mine(I told them, I have MY home). My son Levi passed away in 2007 in a tragic car accident. He was only 20. I live in my forever home not feeling lonely, or sad, I have plenty of company often, move night in, tea and desert drop in friends, I am very happy in my life. I enjoy staying home when on vacation because friends have helped me through the years with fresh paint, new roof, new furnace, and now an updated back yard. I really cannot imagine living anywhere else but in my forever home.

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A New Tradition

December 6, 2017 at 1:14 am (blogging, Creative Non- Fiction, grief, Memoir, Middle age) (, , , , , )

When I was first married, my husband and I started a tradition having ‘our own’ Christmas tree, buying our decorations to trim the real live tree we cut down, and making our home inviting for friends and family. Jerry and I started cutting down our tree at his parents home. Several couples including my mom and dad enjoyed walking through the snowy tree farm (sometimes we came prepared, other times our feet were soaked) But we all had a good time scouting the property looking for the best tree. My mom was easy to please, a Charlie Brown tree suit her just fine. After we all had finished bringing our prized trees to the house, we went inside to warm up nest to the crackling fire and had a yummy chili feed.

I remember my parents who throwing the best parties. On snowy afternoons, my dad always brought out his prized 1946 Willies Jeep and pulled company around the neighborhood on sleds. I think he was the biggest kid of all. Afterwards, we came into the warm house and sat by the fireplace and either played games or had great lively discussions about some trending topic of the day. Mom and dad had a become good friends with a few of the neighbors. Thanksgiving or Christmas was at my parents, new years Eve, A Murder Mystery Night was hosted by another neighbor. Costumes were a must. A four course meal was served in between the mystery being played out. I am glad my parents had so many wonderful friends to plan activities with. ( I forget they were in thier forties after all).

Kids grow up and move away, friends and family moved to a warmer climate, and suddenly, the holidays had changed. My young son helped his grandpa put out lights and decorate the house, the neighbors had a light fight contest to see who could have the best dressed house. Across the street always won because his Santa decoration hit the pine tree head first. We were excited to see my brother and his best friend pull into the driveway to spend Christmas with us. One year, my dad took us all to Mount Spokane for the afternoon. We got out our inner tubes, and stayed on a less traveled bunny hill to sled on. My son had fun with his uncle until a rock jumped in the way of the sled and Levi went flying and landed in a snow drift(funny thing, the same thing happened to me when I was his age with my favorite Aunt).  After a fun day, we went to Kid Zone and had dinner and played games. My dad was the biggest kid there. he had a blast trying to stay on the virtual motorcycle game. My brother kept telling dad to lean into the corner. he did almost falling off the game.  Everyone slept good that night including the birthday boy.

Most of my family has moved or passed away. Mom and I have ourselves a quiet little Christmas. I decorate her home modestly. We have a nice dinner and open our gifts. Mom is cute as she does not even get dressed anymore. I make sure she has a pretty gown to put on and a warm bathrobe. A lot has changed over the years and meeting someone where they are makes a merry holiday for both of us. Mom reminiscences a lot now. She grew up in Chats worth, next to a movie studio where Hop Along Cassidy was being filmed. We sit and chat over a cup of coffee after dinner. When she is gone, gone forever are the stories. I had to come to terms with a few realities about my mom.  Some are hard to accept.

This evening, I am heading over to a dear friends house for a light meal and a Agatha Christie movie. My friend helped me refresh several rooms in my home. ten years ago, I asked her to help me with my bedroom. She was so cute she asked me when was the last time my bedroom had been touched. I told her seventeen years ago. My husband had died. It was time. What she created for me was a B&B retreat! She is still amazed to this day my room is still the same. A funny story about my husband. he did not want anyone staying with us so he did not want the grand beautiful house. Well, I asked my friend to help just make the house feel cozy . My kitchen had no artwork, nothing on the walls. Just a little of her magic…. she was afraid of making my husband mad at me. I tried telling her I pay half the bills. We still laugh about it today.

I found girlfriend time is important. We don’t get together as often as we would like, but we stay in touch. In my busy life, I had to learn to slow down and make time for myself. An evening out looking at lights, and listening to instrumental music while seeing all the beautifully decorated mansions. Sometimes I have to remember what I used to find fun and rekindle the memories so they don’t stay a memory. I am taking a couple of cookie baking classes with a friend. I think I am not one who likes to stay at home all the time, I like to get together with families for a game night or making cookies together.  You do not have to feel alone, just remember you are loved , cherished, and probably great company. getting together with friends is good for the soul.

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Happy Thanksgiving everyone

November 22, 2017 at 8:13 pm (blogging, Creative Non- Fiction, grief, Memoir, Middle age) (, , , )

I set out later to my last-minute shopping than expected. The store was not so bad, as I thought the stored would have been more crowded, and crazy.  Wow, tomorrow is Thanksgiving already. Where has this year gone? Sitting here writing this post, I am reflecting on this year; For many families, this holiday season is tough. Lost loved ones, military families peace for the conflicts they face everyday.  God’s continued grace and comfort for your lives. Friends and family who could not come this year.

While sitting here, I am thinking so many blessings I have. Like you, there are too many to count. I have good health, my mom, a good job that I love, my church family who hosts a dinner Sunday before Thanksgiving. we come together and fellowship, and eat, because we have found over the years many  people have no one. This way, the community can come together and have a good meal and  fun-filled evening.

I wanted to share three things I am thankful for; I am thankful for the love and support of my family and friends. I could not have over come my circumstances without you. I appreciate the golden nuggets of your perspective. I make a pot of coffee, sit before the Lord and ponder what was said to me. Others often see what we do not. I keep and open mind, and sift through the conversations.  Everyone grieves differently. I will miss my husband and son at the table tomorrow, but my mom and I will have a nice dinner followed by stories of her childhood. If I could tell the youth anything, it would be enjoyed the stories because when this person is gone, so is the legacy.

I am thankful my community: So many donate, participate, and serve to help the unfortunate ones. Toms Turkey Drive helps to feed 11,000 families a complete turkey dinner. Coats for kids are another way the community comes together to help those in need.  To have a new warm coat for winter is something so many of us take for granted. Union Gospel Mission, food banks, warming shelters so people can have a warm bed, and a meal, local soup kitchens that help feed those who are lonely and feel abandoned. ( I remember one year, my local church was hosting a Thanksgiving dinner. members of the congregation,went around town and picked up those found walking down the street and took them for a warm meal with great conversations). I am proud to live in a caring community not just once a year,but everyday of the year.

I am thankful for good health.  I have learned how to keep my stress under control. I had to learn how to daily deal with stress in life, my grief , concerns for the care of my aging mother, and taking good care of myself. One of my secrets is having a cup of coffee with Jesus. I started to have coffee when my husband became terminally ill. I felt a peace enter me,and I could be the wife and mother I needed to be. The same grace and peace is over me now. I choose to walk in thanksgiving instead of bitterness. I have lived a good life and  I think the one thing I am most thankful for is the I was given the privilege to be a wife and mother, even if for a little while.When my husband and I married, we thought we would grow old together, start a family,buy our first house. We envisioned a life as grandparents one day, traveling when we retired. My life was forever changed one day, but God had plans for my life. I think I am most thankful because I am still needed here now. Someone has to keep writing my moms memories, such great stories of her living next door to a movie studio, and watching Roy Rogers film his TV Show. I never get tired of hearing about my Uncle Bert.

May you be surrounded this holiday season my those you hold near and dear to your hearts. Thank you for all your loving support and reading my stories. I hope they touch your heart and you can walk away with a nugget to chew on . The turkey thinks he is pretty smart. happy thanksgiving to all my friends and family.

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Tiny Big Bubble

November 17, 2017 at 8:59 pm (Creative Non- Fiction, grief, Memoir, Middle age, positive thinking, Single Parent) (, , , )

 

 

This is one of my treasured pictures I have of my husband and son Levi. This was taken on Easter,when my son was three years old. My husband had asked me if we could put on the Karate gee we had jut bought him for Easter(my husband taught Karate). After Levi opened his gifts, he asked his daddy to blow him a tiny,big bubble. Jerry laughed and the picture made history in my family.

It seems so long ago that this photo was taken.  Jerry had complications with his diabetes and passed away six months later. Words cannot describe the lost feeling I felt as I realized  I was now mom, dad and sole provider to my family of two.  I had a thought one morning while drinking my morning coffee. I could become bitter and angry, about loosing my husband or I can be thankful and live a life reflecting it. I chose to live with a thankful heart.

What seemed like a comet zooming past you pace, Levi had grown into a fine young man. He never liked school,so instead of dropping out of high school, he earned his GED, and our neighbor hired him to help him lay carpeting. I was proud of the young man Levi was becoming. One day Levi told me his boss had an extra carpet in his garage. After buying it, Levi installed the carpet for me. One it was a treat to have new carpet, but the extra bonus is to have your son do the work.  Levi moved out at age 19, to help his grandma after his grandpa suddenly passed away. I turned his old bedroom into my dressing room. I love to get dressed in the morning and put on my pajamas at night.

My awesome son Levi died in 2007 in a tragic car accident. He was only 20. Again, I decided to live my life with a thankful heart. They say when life hands you lemons, make lemonade. Some folks pour tons of salt into the lemonade because they feel so broken. I can understand the anguish they feel. Others, pour in too much sugar,maybe to compensate for the feeling of loss. I had to realize that the deaths of both my husband and son did not mean the death of me as well.  Instead of becoming angry and bitter, I chose to trust God.  He has walked me through some of the darkest days of my life and brought back into His light.

I wish everyone the Happiest Thanksgiving. May you be surrounded by those near and dear to your heart. Hug your kids extra tight tonight,let them know how much you love them, how much they mean to you and tell them how proud you are of them. Tell them to reach for the stars, live their dreams, and that you will be there to help them see their full potential. No one is promised tomorrow, so make the best out of each new day you are given and take time to smell the flowers. I am so thankful to you my friends, family and readers who read my posts, leave a comment, and for your love and support.

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Cancer- Zero

November 5, 2017 at 8:49 pm (blogging, Creative Non- Fiction, Memoir, Middle age, positive thinking, Uncategorized) (, , , )

 

Four years ago, we received the news mom had breast cancer;  She was set up with a treatment plan of a partial mastectomy, radiation therapy, good nutrition, and most important, family support. After two months, she finished her treatments. Today, she is doing well. I was impressed with the level of care, patience, empathy, and professional ethics my mom was given during her difficult time in her life. Mom was scared, so it helped I could take her to her appointments. I had to step outside of my emotions and  take into consideration, just knowing  a loved one was in the waiting area can make the a big difference in healing.

Sometimes it takes a health scare to prioritize our lives. We can be so busy, we never stop to see the beautiful blue sky or look at the neighbor and her working in her beautiful flower beds. We have become over committed, ( need three of me) to accomplish everything in a day. I always tell my friends to manage your stress, take time out of the day for yourself,even if it just a quick dip in the pool, make a nice sandwich for yourself and sit on the front porch and listen to the birds chirping, if you like gardening,pull a few weeds, or pick a bouquet of roses for the dinner table tonight. Take the kids on a nature walk or a bike ride to the park. I learned what I thought was important wasn’t so important anymore.

Another success story I would love to boast about is when I worked at an Assistant Living facility a few years ago. The complex was divided into four homes ranging from assisted living,memory care, dementia care, and altimeters care.each home was decorated in a different theme. Timber House (decorated like a log cabin),was independent living, Tudor House,(Tudor style), memory care, Cottage House( decorated like a cottage)for dementia care, and last the house was the craftsman(decorated like a craftsman house) was for our altimeters residence. I was in dietary, so I watched and interacted with lovely ladies and gentlemen. The men dressed for meals, the ladies wore a pretty dress, because in their minds, they were going out to a restaurant. Every morning, I would take lunch and dinner orders. It was fun listening to the conversations.

I became fast friends with one of my co-workers. She was a pretty, funny, helpful care giver. One day she told me she had cancer. I didn’t know what to say to her, I felt horrible for her. She told me she starting treatment and planned to keep working. you would never know evenings, she was nauseous, low energy, because she was such a good care provider to the residence. I enjoyed evening meals talking to her. I left the job before she finished up her treatments. I knew she lived in my home town, so I would see her in the grocery store. One day while on Face Book, I saw Amber-1, Cancer-0. I was so happy, I cried. The story does not end here, no sirree. One day, I ran into my friend and noticed she had gained weight-well, she was pregnant with her son. I told her then “first you beat cancer, then you meet and marry a great guy,now you are pregnant.” Her was is beautiful, healthy,a rough and tumble little man. Well, I ran into her again last year and she is the proud mamma of a beautiful daughter! Double blessed I told her.

Life can change in an instant. Live everyday as it were your last,take the time to smell the flowers and even pick a few along the way. Tomorrow may not come. My life was forever changed with the deaths of both my husband and my son. Life is so fragile, so precious, so meaningful. Everyday is a gift,it depends on what you choose to do with it.

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