Saturday, July 4, 2009

Missing Miss Independent



It's been a year since I've seen her. I shared an office with her for a few years. She was my confidante, and I was hers. We shared many things: laughs, tears, advice, all the way down the list starting with business projects and ending with recipes. Her name was Brona and I miss her each day.

It's been a year since I've seen her, you see, because in about two more weeks, it will be the one-year anniversary of her death. And while we've all had no choice for our lives but to go on in spite of her marked absence, I don't have personal closure. I've accepted her death, but I always have the naggy feeling that so many things were left undone.

She was born into a life of communism...and would receive her liberation from that communist way of life in her teenage years (if I am not mistaken about the timeline.) And, if I have this right, she became a US citizen circa the year 2000.

If I had to think of a single word to describe her I would go with the word "complex." She made things harder than they had to be. She wanted what she wanted and that was that! She was a perfectionist, often to her detriment. She was conflicted, and she was shy. But what she lacked in confidence she made up for with her gentle heart and her simple passions. When she come from behind her veil, so to speak, she had a fire burning there. And she gave me such smiles, you see, because she was downright adorable sometimes! Like the way she said the word "alphabetize" with the accents in all the wrong places... or how despite her mastery of the English language, she sometimes missed the little nuances, such as phrasing like "tickled pink..."


Anyhow, besides watching a dear friend receive last rites last July, I think of her always on July 4th specifically. Isn't it odd that Independence Day would remind me of an immigrant? Well, one July 4th, a group of us went to see a fireworks display. You know the kind...you spend a lot of time finding parking, you sweat and walk and walk and walk til you plant yourself somewhere.

So we all did that. We found an opening in the crowd and there we began our decent...come to find, to Brona's dismay. "Why are you stopping here?" She wanted to know. SHE wanted to be, no she DEMANDED to be right under the very center where the fireworks could be viewed...directly beneath them. Not to the south a little. Not at an angle but DIRECTLY beneath the display....close to where the orchestra speakers were located (where you couldn't hear yourself think...mind you.) I thought this odd. She would not stay with the rest of the group and we were kind of fond of resting where we were. She and her husband Mark ventured forth. I didn't think much of it; Brona was gonna do what Brona was gonna do. It was not until later after the fireworks that we were reunited with them.

As we left the fireworks show, all of us together, she asked me to walk with her separately. Her eyes filled with tears and she told me, "To you this is just another fireworks show. I suppose you've seen these every year since you were born, but I haven't. This is important to me, to be independent. To be free. To be in America. To be DIRECTLY under the fireworks when it starts and to be there until it ends."

I recall not knowing what to say for a moment. So I took her hand and held it for a short bit...I can't say why but sometimes I held her hand off and on through life when there were no words. The last time I saw her in the hospital on life-support, in fact, I held her hand once more.

As I write this, my throat is sore from holding back tears because oh! what I would give to trek across the entire crowd in 100+ degree heat, just to stand in the middle with her now!

But I'll tell you what, she certainly is free and will be forever more. And the view of those fireworks from (directly) ABOVE this time, are, I am convinced, nothing short of spectacular.




Enjoy your independence.
Happy Birthday America.

Thursday, July 2, 2009

The Way Old Friends Do...








My darling Sydney is 8 years old. She's the joy of my life. I watch her now with her friends and at times I wonder, "Could this friend be one she will have for all the rest of her life?" I have a number of friendships that have continued through the years... the kind that never ended despite distance and time. I am talking about the ones that go back as far as childhood...those that never ended.

I believe it's true that friendships high in quality do not happen by mistake. It takes much love, respect and effort, especially through adulthood.

So I begin with my oldest friend. Jean Ann lived down the street from me when we were in elementary school. We've talked many times about this and have traced our first meeting back to circa 1980, not much older than Sydney is now. So it is that with Jean Ann, I have the longest sustained friendship of any other in my life. I could spend hours recounting the Barbie dolls, the tears and the laughter and all those episodes of Love Boat. While I am not in touch with Jean Ann each day, I don't have to be. I am secure knowing that she is there for me and I know she feels this same way for me.


Next, the cute blonde guy playing Pac Man at the Johnson Corner Grocery Store: I met Fred when I was 11 years old. I could never have known on that day that I would become friends with this person who, in the year 2009, would come to my home in Texas and draw pictures with my child over dinner! He is a part of my history, and this friendship is a forever one. (He's also given me exclusive insight to how a man's mind works. I feel it is for my own good to know this! So hat's off to Fred for keeping me in the know!)

Now let's talk about Susan... who I met at the age of about 12. One night Susan and I checked on our babies sleeping in their little cribs/beds in the same room and a chill went down my spine in that moment. Isn't it quite something that this wonderful young woman who is one of the dearest friends I ever had is the same girl who I made prank calls with in 1983?

Kelly is the one I met for video games and pizza when we were 7th graders at Waller Junior High! Later, she was the one who drove me up and down Van Buren with the windows down, playing Van Halen and The Eagles... who still visits me in my home and who was there for me at the hardest time in my life...when my dad died. I saw her three months ago; precious is she to me. How could I have known that she would be my friend forever more?

Even back then I never dreamed I could possibly grow old with these darling friends! Well...here I am, 40 years old!

No, we never know who they are, do we? I look back now and I see what was there that made those particular friendships stand the test of time. What made them endure was moments of immense fun, laughter and trust, peppered with respect... and possessing the ability to continue to thrive even during times of boredom and personal growth (or lack there of!) These are the friends who do not judge you; they love you and they will not stop.

I hope many things for my child. One of these is that her life may be enriched as mine has been, with these kinds of historic bonds. For it is wonderful when you're lucky enough to share not only a present and future with someone you love all the way down to your core...but having that old history with someone: that's just priceless.

Monday, December 1, 2008

Four Score and Seven Years Ago...

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

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

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

What's It Been? 100 Years?






Here are some pics so you can see what we're up to!