Tag: Family
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My View From Here
Living in the city, no matter the size, is waking in the morning to the smell and feel of fresh night air. A yawn and a stretch later, that intoxicating aroma is smothered by the sickening odor of exhaust and fumes of an awaking city full of automobiles rushing to a destination of “another day,…
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My Mom’s Friend is My Friend’s Mom
Tuesday, I took my mom to the doctor to discuss the pain in her knees. His office retook X-rays of her knees and said there was nothing broken. He gave her a cortisol injection in both knees, said she probably has a “bone bruise” from her last couple of falls, and sent her on her…
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Snapshots of Life
The sun was dropping, the air was cooling, and the shadows were lengthening as I briskly walked around the almost two-mile loop at our community park. Several snapshots of life jumped out at me as I progressed along the path. There were groups of small children talking, laughing, and squealing as they ran from one…
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Our Night at the Movies
“Mom, do you want to go to see a movie with us at the theater?” She said, “Yes, I would like that. it has been a long time since I have seen a movie at the theater.” As a child, Mom got to see movies for free anytime she wanted because her dad, my grandpa,…
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Enjoying Retirement
When my dad was my age, he was retired, as was my mom. My parents traveled to see us where we lived in the upper Midwest at the time. Those were the best years for my mom. She loved to travel, which must be where I get my love of traveling and adventure! Numerous events…
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Enjoying a Moment
Sitting quietly in the living room slightly reclined on the sofa, I am breathing easy and wishing for many calm relaxing moments like this. My husband is resting in bed. I am sitting here alone with my thoughts and my laptop. It is a frigid 13 degrees outside, but a toasty 73 degrees inside. My…
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More Time…
with my Dad. That is not possible, so I just marinate in the memories. Two years before Dad died, which was last January, he got Covid 19. It robbed him of his ability to smell and taste everything except tomatoes for the rest of his life. He was not in the best of health for…
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A Great Christmas Gift
We have survived most of the “firsts” of the first year of my dad’s passing. This was the first Christmas without him. It was definitely noticeable. And different. And a little empty. But, we survived and made the best of it. We are grateful Mom is still here and doing her best to figure out…
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Making the best of it
Monday. Sitting here with my husband at the North Clinic Check-in, waiting for his appointment with the orthopedic surgeon to look at his left knee. Again. The appointment, which was scheduled in August, can now be canceled. Three days ago, my husband stood up from the bed with the aid of his walker and nearly…
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Operation Santa!
After three years, of writing his annual Christmas letter to Santa, it finally happened…. On a cold winter afternoon, three days ago, there came a knock at our daughter and son-in-law’s front door. Our daughter opened the door, her eyes widening with wonder and a feeling of disbelief at the tall moving-box-sized box she saw…
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A New Phase of Life
The phone call came before 7:30 a.m. last Wednesday. My mom was sobbing as she told me she thought my dad was having a stroke. He would not let her call 911 because he “would rather die than go to that hospital.” I said I would be right there. I kissed my husband goodbye and…
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Saturday, A Busy Day
Doing the mundane Saturday morning chores: get gas, buy groceries, and pick up prescriptions. Today is going to be cleaning day while the homemade dough for hamburger buns does its rising thing. Have you ever made homemade buns? It is super easy and delicious, plus no preservatives. Try this recipe on Pintrest here. We stopped…
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