Saturday, June 21, 2008
Grandma ran Streets of Gold
Stubborn. She waited until the wee hours of the morning (her normal cleaning, relaxing, reading, embroidering, washing time) 2 am. She whispered goodbye.
No pain, no stress. no worries.
I miss her. I can't believe she's not a phone call away. Every time I hear juicy gossip, I think, Oh my word, wait until Grandma hears about this... Ha ha ha... I loved seeing her reactions. Well, now I play it in my head. Remembering how she would suck in her breath, raise her eyebrows and widen her eyes. Classic. I loved it. I cherished it. I wish I could see it one more time.
Interesting how time moves on. Today, ironically, one of her grandsons (Bruce Geoffrey Hanlon) is having a baby shower. For his unborn son, soon to enter the world. So her family will be together again today, celebrating life.
Thanks in part to her, we have a wonderful life to celebrate.
Missing you Grandma Chevy. I love you. Can't wait to see you again!
January 3, 1927 - June 21, 2007
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Monday, June 16, 2008
Happy Father's Day Dad!
I know this is a day late... but better late than never!
You are my HERO
I love you and hope your day was GREAT!
And Happy Father's Day Gramps! I wish you didn't have to be back in that dumb ol' hospital bed, but it was still nice to spend time with you! Thank you for being you ! I love you!
(Dad and Gramps picking up pennies off the ground...
I love you Jesus!!!!
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Your Native American Name Is...
This is Hilarious! I didn't know that Salmon had breasts! ha ha ha.
btw. my middle name alone (Elizabeth) meant Evil Frog!
Oh me Oh my!
Queen Makkitotosimew Malila
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Me with my Gramps and Grams
(both pictures were taken at my Grams's 76 birthday party in January.)
I hope that I can look back at a gigantic milestone and see the amazing things I've done.... (I think a 59 year marriage is about out of the question for me... considering if I married tomorrow I'd be 91 years old!) Whatever they may be, I want to follow your example of stick-to-itness!
Much Love to you both, congrats to my little brother Peter and Yay Me!!!
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Twenty-Five Years of Deb! Wow.
I wish I could say that I remember when you were born... but I don't, which is odd, because I was 8 years old, and I remember when Peter was born and I was only 6. In fact, I remember things back to when I was 3 and maybe even younger.
So I don't know if you being the new SISTER made me block out the memory of your birth or if I had more important things on my little 8 year old mind, but for whatever the reason, it's the single most important memory that I do not have, and I really wish I did.
Luckily, I remember everything right up to you being born and after you came home. You were kind of crazy. Seriously. You were so stubborn even as a newborn. It was always your way or the highway. You prompted our pastor and his wife at the time to come to our house to teach our parents the Dr. Dobson series on tough love and they lingered on the lesson of the strong-willed child for your sake.
I think mom and dad knew at that moment that they were in for quite a ride. They would say with pride, she's our strong-willed one. Ha ha ha. I was the "second mom", Peter was the bleeding heart, david was the baby (was is not the right word... he's still the baby! at 23!), but you, you were the strong-willed one with steel in your eyes, iron in your feet and a set jaw.
Now I can honestly say that 25 years later, some things never change. You still get that crazy look in your face when you are getting into mischief and when it comes to the things that matter to you, you are as strong-willed as ever.
I know sometimes (a lot of times) we clash and fight and argue and turn into grumps because we are truly night and day when it comes to our whole human makeup.... but honestly... you are truly the best you that you can possibly be, and I wouldn't trade you or try to change you for anything or anyone! I am very proud of the woman you've become... I am very blessed to have an extraordinarily talented, accomplished and beautiful sister who is also my confidante and best friend.
So happy Quarter of a Century dear Deborah..... may the next 25 years be as much a blast as the first....
An Ode to Deb
There once was a girl named Deb
No follower, she's always led
She loves France and high heels
Colin Firth makes her squeal
She loves reading while snuggled in bed!
Lots of love,