We have landed on Wednesday, July 11th for Mom's services. We'll have just family early in the morning for a private viewing and graveside. Then at 10:30 we'll have a public service at the church, with lunch afterwards.
Wish I could be there. With company gone, I have started scanning in old photos in case we have to evacuate in a hurry. Last night a bunch of Lake Travis trips with the CBC youths came up....there were Bill & Anne, serving meals. They were so much a part of so many peoples lives. I doubt that their impact can be tallied in this life. But we know HE has tallied them. I am surprised how Anne death has affected me. She was a big lady in my life & I am mourning.
It would be good to see you, Marty, but of course we understand. Glad you got your scanner. Mom and Dad were consummate campers and they made it look easy. Thank you for sharing your thoughts about Mom with me. We will miss her.
I just thought I would let you know, my parents do not know I am blogging about them. I'd like to keep it that way, please. This is just a way to keep folks updated and my free therapy as we pack my parents' suitcases for a place none of us has been.
(I guess my dad knows about my blog now. I'm pretty sure he is okay with it.)
Do not go gentle into that good night by Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
"Denial is when we think we can set aside old issues and build a new relationship with our parents. We tell ourselves that things will be different this time, that our parents have changed. What we're denying is our own feelings, perhaps anger or abandonment or betrayal. We're also denying the very real possibility that nothing has changed, that our parents will be just as they always were." Eleanor Cade
Mom's Health Odyssey
June 30, 2012 -- Entrance into Heaven
May 2010 -- Colon Cancer
Date?? -- TIAs detected
Winter 2010 -- Intestinal Blockage
Fall 2008 -- Atrial Fib, Blood Pressure
2002 -- Broken Femur
Spring 1990 -- Colo-Rectal Cancer
What 62 Years Looks Like
Dad's Health Odyssey
August 16, 2010 -- Entrance into Heaven
May 2010 -- Sepsis/Hospital
October 2009 -- Hospital for Low Blood Pressure
Summer 2009 -- Blood Bacteria, etc./Month in hospital
Wish I could be there. With company gone, I have started scanning in old photos in case we have to evacuate in a hurry. Last night a bunch of Lake Travis trips with the CBC youths came up....there were Bill & Anne, serving meals. They were so much a part of so many peoples lives. I doubt that their impact can be tallied in this life. But we know HE has tallied them.
ReplyDeleteI am surprised how Anne death has affected me. She was a big lady in my life & I am mourning.
It would be good to see you, Marty, but of course we understand. Glad you got your scanner. Mom and Dad were consummate campers and they made it look easy. Thank you for sharing your thoughts about Mom with me. We will miss her.
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