Here is the newest addition to my ever-changing portfolio. This is a picture that was inspired from an old picture taken of my daughter when she was little kissing little sister Kelsey on the head. Every time I looked at the picture, all I could picture was an angel kissing baby Jesus, and I finally drew it. Hope you like it!
There is a cemetery down the road from my house. It’s not like the one that sits across the railroad tracks behind my house that I can see. This one has more statues of angels that you can see from the road as you pass by. It always bothered me that I could never really stop long enough to study the faces or the poses of the stone angels keeping watch. I kept telling myself I was going to go there one day and just take pictures of the solemn statues, that even though are haunting, look somewhat beautiful and even peaceful. And so one cloudy day, I did just that. My daughter came with me and drove me around that cemetery and stopped when I needed her to, to take just the right photo. Here are those photos. See if you don’t get the same feeling, that they are beautiful, but haunting as well.
I am so glad I decided to finally take these photos. Just beautiful.
This is probably the hardest post I will ever write. My dog Max, our min- pin of 11 years, had to be put down Wednesday from complications from diabetes. He was a tough guy, and looked like he had 9 lives, always coming back from a set back. He was tired.
We knew it was time and he let us hug him endlessly before he was put down. That part was just so hard. I can’t get it out of my mind. He just lay there on the vet table with his head between his paws as if to say, “I’m ready”…but we weren’t.
Enough of that. He was a great, smart dog and if I were ever to get another, it would be another min-pin, most definitely. He was part clown, I’m sure. They told us when we got him he would not be a lap dog…wrong! He loved being held. He had energy I would kill for! And as far as a watch dog…the best! We will never forget him. He was my first pet that I ever picked out, and I trained him myself. He was easy at that too!
Anyway, the part that hits me the most, now, is the quiet. I can’t get used to it. I keep expecting him to pounce on me while I lay sleeping on the couch, to tell me to take him out and put him into the basement where his bed was. The quiet is what is killing me the most. When the postman comes, and the Chem Lawn guy comes, and we come home from jobs and school…the quiet gets you!
His dish is still sitting on the floor, and something is holding me back from putting it away. Am I crazy! I try telling myself that he’s better off and without pain and in a better place, but I want him with me! I will try to be less selfish, and I have to go on, but Max..we love you always! You were the best and you won’t be forgotten, ever. Until we meet again…<3
Here is a video for “Rainbow Bridge”
Please watch.. and have a tissue ready.:(
The video was disabled…you have to click again on where it says “watch it on you tube”.
Well, I never made it for Thursday’s Poet Rally , but I’m posting this anyway.
This was a poem I wrote for My Mother-In-Law’s birthday a very long while ago. We all had to write a poem about what made her so special to us. I just thought about what my kids would have written if they had to do this, so it was from a child’s point of view. As you read , you’ll see there are many reasons why she was, and still is, so special. Even though she has changed her address (not 57 Don anymore),and has slowed down her pace a little bit, she still holds her own. Everyone still likes to go visit Grandma’s House!
Grandma’s House…It’s Heaven!
*Someone once asked me if I believed there’s a heaven.
I replied that I did, “It’s at Don, 57!”
That’s the street and the house where my grandmother stays,
where she sews and she bakes and weaves love through her days.
And what would you find at my grandmother’s house?
Well, I’ll just name a few:
First, there’s that huge pool out back and Papa’s barbecue!
Then there’s the deck where we dry off and snack, we can’t forget that, too!
There’s a large playroom down cellar and a swing set outside!
In the garage, there’s a go-kart, where we take turns for a ride.
And Grandma’s kitchen holds smells of all her baking and cooking,
but it seems she must do this when no one is looking!
There’s always chocolate chip cookies and brownies, homemade!
Drinks of coffee milk, soda and iced lemonade!
There’s roast turkey and pork chops, hot dogs and fries,
ice cream and cakes, assorted pudding and pies!
Even Dad’s never seen a steak THAT size!
For snacks, she keeps a great, big shelf , and I always want to help myself!
There’s gumdrops and chocolate bars, potato chips, too!
Corn curls and lollipops and gum to chew!
You can even take some home with you!
You’ll see fancy quilts and cloth dolls, and Grandma’s sewn every stitch!
If she sold all her treasures, I’m sure she’d be rich!
There’s plush chairs and pretty towels, lots of linen and lace…
“Hey, isn’t that chocolate on Kelsey’s face?”
There’s magazines, newspapers and books Grandma’s read.
Plenty of band-aids for boo-boos and kind words said.
Then holidays are always great, as Grandma loves to decorate.
She puts colored eggs out for Easter, and leaves out for Fall.
At Christmas, there’s gold-ribboned wreaths on the wall.
I just don’t know how she does it all!
Now, there’s a roast in the oven and turkey soup in the pot.
Take a plate, stand in line, while supper’s still hot!
Grab a chair, sit on down, relax, take it slow.
Because at Grandma’s, it’s heaven on earth, don’t you know!
Now after reading this, it sounds like it would make a great children’s picture book! I think I may just try this!
Hope you liked it, and I bet it sounded like a Grandma you know, too!