Four score and seven years ago, I used to blog and keep you posted, but man o man, I've been bad!
Now that my child has graduated high school...no just kiddin she's halfway through the second grade though. After many visits from the tooth fairy, several inches of growth, plenty of Girl Scout badges and being listed on the Dean's Honor Roll, I am finally here to tell you how we are doing. Thanks for anyone who still even thinks to come by here... I will promise as I always do to try and do better on this!
We went to Sea World for Halloween. What a delight! Anyone who hasn't been, plan your trip now! I can tell you it's well worth it.
Allright we have just finished our 2008 Gingerbread house. Let me know what you think!
Be sure to click the slideshow if you want to see it better. You know I am almost 40 and can't see anymore...so the thumbnail version is a bit too small for me...
With love to all, Lindy and Sydney
Monday, December 1, 2008
Friday, April 25, 2008
Hop on, Pop
Here he is with his sister Barbara Ann.
His name was James Henry… and today, April 25th, is his birthday. I think, though I am no mathematician, that he would be 63, were he here now…and he was…no wait…he IS my dad. Just because God brought him on up to Heaven early doesn’t mean he stopped being my precious Daddy!
The last day of his life was in a hospital. He was miserable; told me so. I tried to have cheerful talk with him, recall reading him parts of the Enid newspaper. He told me to maintain my car’s oil changes…
I fed him some strange blue jello-it had blueberries in it- that he seemed to enjoy. I do recollect tearing February 22, 1997 from the daily calendar and popping that day into the trash bin to make way for the 23rd. He made it a few hours, but not quite to sun-up.
I honestly don’t know how long it was that I stood there. Might have been two minutes. Might have been 30 minutes… a lot of people came running and it seems to me there was a siren of sorts, and a PA system calling “code blue.” I do know that I had to get out of that room eventually; my body and mind were wired. I couldn’t see results fast enough by just standing there. I had to walk out of that room where they tried to revive him, if nothing else, for time passage. And here’s kind of a strange memory; I saw the door to the chapel as I waked a short distance down the hospital hallway, and yet, there were stacks of chairs and tables or something impeding my way into said chapel, as if to say “Nope! No chapel for you tonight!” Everything has a meaning, I thought. I turned away from the chapel and faced it standing instead of on my knees.
No…I still can’t get past that little nagging thought that I was SO supposed to have that man in my life for so much longer. But I always said, even in the days following his death, that I would rather have a short life with him as my dad than a whole lifetime of anyone else. So all along I’ve known how lucky I was. I was also lucky to have been beside him as he went to his peaceful reward. I feel I accompanied him to meet God, and that God was delighted!
Anyhoo, among many things that my dad did well, he could write really great letters. When he wrote to me he always began with “Dear Lucy” and signed simply “Pop” at the end. I really have missed so many things about Daddy but he always knew what to say. He was THE MAN with the answers! I am STILL SO MAD I still can’t get ANY ANSWERS!!
But now listen to this… it’s really weird; I’ve been told increasingly over the years that I can really compose great letters! I think it’s kinda funny! Maybe he’s channeling through me! If he is, I’d just as soon know it. Send me a sign, James!
Happy Birthday Daddy. I am sorry when I was 17 I forgot your birthday for half a day. May you always know that I never have forgotten it since, and never shall again. With each passing day, I see who you were and what you wanted yet never quite got to be. I wish I could have gotten through to you how wonderful you were. That is one thing I don’t think you ever realized.
You always said to me “I love you.”
And I said, “I love you more.”
And then you always replied, “There is no more.”
But I do love you more.
Oh yes, I do.
Love,
Your Lucy
His name was James Henry… and today, April 25th, is his birthday. I think, though I am no mathematician, that he would be 63, were he here now…and he was…no wait…he IS my dad. Just because God brought him on up to Heaven early doesn’t mean he stopped being my precious Daddy!
The last day of his life was in a hospital. He was miserable; told me so. I tried to have cheerful talk with him, recall reading him parts of the Enid newspaper. He told me to maintain my car’s oil changes…
I fed him some strange blue jello-it had blueberries in it- that he seemed to enjoy. I do recollect tearing February 22, 1997 from the daily calendar and popping that day into the trash bin to make way for the 23rd. He made it a few hours, but not quite to sun-up.
I honestly don’t know how long it was that I stood there. Might have been two minutes. Might have been 30 minutes… a lot of people came running and it seems to me there was a siren of sorts, and a PA system calling “code blue.” I do know that I had to get out of that room eventually; my body and mind were wired. I couldn’t see results fast enough by just standing there. I had to walk out of that room where they tried to revive him, if nothing else, for time passage. And here’s kind of a strange memory; I saw the door to the chapel as I waked a short distance down the hospital hallway, and yet, there were stacks of chairs and tables or something impeding my way into said chapel, as if to say “Nope! No chapel for you tonight!” Everything has a meaning, I thought. I turned away from the chapel and faced it standing instead of on my knees.
No…I still can’t get past that little nagging thought that I was SO supposed to have that man in my life for so much longer. But I always said, even in the days following his death, that I would rather have a short life with him as my dad than a whole lifetime of anyone else. So all along I’ve known how lucky I was. I was also lucky to have been beside him as he went to his peaceful reward. I feel I accompanied him to meet God, and that God was delighted!
Anyhoo, among many things that my dad did well, he could write really great letters. When he wrote to me he always began with “Dear Lucy” and signed simply “Pop” at the end. I really have missed so many things about Daddy but he always knew what to say. He was THE MAN with the answers! I am STILL SO MAD I still can’t get ANY ANSWERS!!
But now listen to this… it’s really weird; I’ve been told increasingly over the years that I can really compose great letters! I think it’s kinda funny! Maybe he’s channeling through me! If he is, I’d just as soon know it. Send me a sign, James!
Happy Birthday Daddy. I am sorry when I was 17 I forgot your birthday for half a day. May you always know that I never have forgotten it since, and never shall again. With each passing day, I see who you were and what you wanted yet never quite got to be. I wish I could have gotten through to you how wonderful you were. That is one thing I don’t think you ever realized.
You always said to me “I love you.”
And I said, “I love you more.”
And then you always replied, “There is no more.”
But I do love you more.
Oh yes, I do.
Love,
Your Lucy
Friday, April 18, 2008
Our Nation's Capitol
Can you believe we went to Washington DC and I never even showed the pics to anyone? (Can you believe I went on a trip with my ex-husband? Well, we decided, hey...why NOT still take the tyke on a "family vacation" or two in this lifetime? So we did.)
How could I forget to show the world these unforgettable photos?
All of us agree our very favorite spot was Mt Vernon. To stand in the home of George Washington himself and to know this was his office, his books, his back porch, was amazing. We even saw the bed he died in, the colors he and his wife chose for decor, their dishes...
Have you ever wondered...If not for George Washington, would we even be?
Anyhow, if you've not seen anything in America to make you proud in awhile, go to Washington DC! Freedom and beauty will surround you, and remind you how lucky you really are. Who can't use that reminder?
Foil Packs
So you can put anything in your Foil Pack. Sydney filled hers with ground beef, chicken, rice, onion and peas. I thought that was a great combo. Then you fold it all up and place it on the fire. In a few minutes, voila! Dinner is served!
We had a great time camping. It was perfect weather, if not a bit cold at night (down to 40 degrees I think) but what did we care? Sydney and I slept in the cozy lodge both nights! Why? Cos we could!
I think I like being in Girls Scouts!
I KNOW Sydney does!
Tell me, how do you like to camp? Like a woosie in the cabin? Or FOR REAL in the woods with the raccoons and spideys?
Saturday, April 5, 2008
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