Parents

When your children think about honesty, integrity,caring and compassion be the kind of person that they think of you.
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Velcro Girl(on the right)

I don't know how far back a dogs memory goes but watching Boots and Abby I have to wonder. They sit looking out the window, almost as if they are expecting Bryon to come home. When he got so sick I called an ambulance and of course the first responders were the firemen. The girls were in a room with the door closed but they heard all the commotion. Bryon did a lot with the girls, they went everywhere with him, he took them on walks, he talked to them when he got home from work and I was in bed. I think that they really miss him. Since Bryon died Abby, my little girl has become a velcro dog. Where ever I am so is she. When I sit on the couch she is right beside me. In bed she seems to be velcroed to my side. Just what everyone needs, a velcro dog! Boots isn't that bad but she too seems to have the need to know where I am, she is constantly checking on me, she craves more attention. I don't think we give our four legged companions enough credit, they miss Bryon as well. As I am all they think they have left they don't want to be far from me.

Life is not forever...Love is

Happy birthday my Pooterbear.
I love you and miss you
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Love Is what you make of it

Valentines Day

Bryon and I never believed in "Hallmark"days. Why do you need a special day to tell someone that you love them? You should tell them and show them how special they are, each and every day. Never take them for granted and try to do things that make them feel special. A kiss should not just be a kiss out of habit, it should mean something. You never know, it just might be the last kiss you ever give or get. We have become so used to giving a peck on the cheek when we go out, when we go to bed at night. Just another sign that we take what we have for granted. Kisses should evoke passion, passion for the person you are giving it too, passion for what you have together. If you are in love you are never too tired to give a kiss, it draws you together, It doesn't have to be sexual, it is pure love.
So take time out, it only takes a minute, kiss like you mean it, kiss like it might just be the last one. Believe me, I know.

Waste of time

Falling and breaking my hip is a total waste of my time! Now instead of going to work, enjoying the outdoors, playing with my dogs I am basically religated to being inside, that is unless someone offers to take me out, doing excercises, and trying to do housework within the scope of what I can do. I hate having to rely on others, case in point. My daughter came over the other day to help me put clean sheets on the bed, piss off #1, I should be able to do that myself. While we were making the bed, the plug for the alarm clock(not that I need that now) and my nightable light came unplugged. Piss off #2, I had to call my son to come over to plug it back in! The silence of the near empty house is all encompassing, I hate it!  When I was in emergency after the x-rays the doctor apparently came over to tell me that I would need hip replacement. Now according to my daughter I became quite upset, claiming that only old people got that done and that I was not old! Boy talk about good drugs, thankfully I don't remember saying that. Anyhow, I go to see the surgeon next Thursday and I hope that he will tell me that I can start driving again. Please, Please, Please.

Good night Bryon, I miss our talks but with the rain and all I can't see the moon. I know you are up there.

Feb 07

How I miss Bryon. If he were her he would be right beside me telling me I can do my exercises, I would not feel so all alone. Going through a broken hip really sucks and what sucks worse is that I am doing it alone. The kids come over, they help me or take me to the store but it is not the same.When it is time to do the third set of exercises it would be so nice to have someone to talk to, to take my hand, to just tell me everything will be alright. I can't sleep at night, I sit a my computer and around 12:30 I still expect to hear him pull in on his motorcycle.....then my world would be great. But all the waiting will not make it happen. I go out into the back yard and look at the moon, I talk to him and in my heart I hear his voice. I miss not having someone to share things with, to take my worries away, to laugh with me, to hold me when I cry.

I miss you PooterBear......behind the moon you wait.