Flaming June's Love

The 31st of July was my brother Ricks Birthday. I usually post my "tribute" on the day of the birthday, but I have been thinking about this one for an extra long time. My brother Rick is in himself an exceptional person. He is a very hard worker and never accused of being lazy. He can build anything with just an idea, hammer and a box of nails. He has a patient personality, always gives people a second, third and fourth chance, but once he is pissed, look out!!! You can invite him anywhere and he will make a friend. He is eternally committed to his family. Now the rest of it. He is one of the only people I would go to in a real pinch. he has a level head and can give advice without is sounding "preachy". Growing up he and my dad had their tiffs and would butt heads. It came to pass that they were so much alike that it took adulthood to bond them as friends. His blue eyes and the way he holds his cigarette are so Pop that it can make me cry looking at him sometime...

I believe in the goodness of people. I think everyone is inherently lovable, just misunderstood-or not well. I can feel people trying, watch them push themselves and work for "more"

The complex in which my Mother lives has a competition every summer for the most beautiful porch in the complex. She began planning for this event in April. She planted the seeds of the morning glories and petunias as well. Then built a trellis system on the two ends of the porch. She then suspended strings and crosslines in the front. SHe got the buggers to grow up and over the top of her porch roof and down the front. She won the contest for "Best in show" It is a BIG DEAL. I am so proud of her, for putting herself out there and trying something new. She worked on nurturing these plants from seed in anticipation of the contest. I have never known her to do anything halfway. That is my Mom. I took a class in elementary school. It was after school and my parents had to pay for this crafting lessons thing. It was to make a marionette. I was not a crafty girl, nor am I a crafty woman. My Mother on the other hand is a motivated, non quitter. I tried to make a marione...

My sister in law sent us the prayer for tonight between 9 and 10 for Danny. If anyone out there reads this please send it up to GOD for our boy. One more long arduous week until he comes home for a short ten days. We are having a welcome home party here for him on August 9. Yes August 9 we welcome recruit Jones home from Parris Island. Three years to the day after sending our Dad to Heaven with our prayers. Life is a strange and awesome journey. How can one date be so packed full of Love. Please remember Danny from 9 to 10 tonight. Thanks for the prayers. MARINE PRAYER Father, in the coming days, I will need you, but my recruit will need You more! Let him perform his tasks with a sense of duty, not of anger or vengeance. Let his reflexes be quick and his hands steady. Let his head be clear and his eyes sharp. Let his mind and body be strong and his spirit stronger. God, please stand by my recruit and watch his back when he cannot! Father, I love this recruit of mine! Take from ME, w...

Today. I was thinking about my Dad. I can go back 3 years and try to recall the dirty, heartwrenching details of where and what was going on. I think about it and I still get that turn in my stomach, with the heat behind my eyes, that is fair warning from my psyche that I am about to weep. To weep means to me that my broken heart is reminding me it is still there and although my life goes on it is NOT the same, and is NOT right without him. I can see him so vividly-so clearly in his normal healthy state. I had the feeling this morning that I was going to see him. Drive by the old house Suzie, he will be on the porch. I did get into my car and drive the short 5 miles-excuse being coffee from DD- He wasnt there. Why do I do that? Why do I continue to ask for reminders of our loss? Why do I want to cry when his spot is empty on the porch? Why do I turn my feelings over and over in my heart only to conjure a 30 second crying fit, every time? If I look back on my posts from the 1 yea...

I think it has been three years today since my Dads surgery. That in itself says alot since I used to live by dates and days of the week. He died on a wed, surgery on a wednesday. Heart attack on a Saturday- you know. My heart attack on a Thursday. Today is Tuesday. My grandfather I think died on a Tuesday. My Mother in law died today. Tims mother will always be my mother in law. I loved her, and have loved her for 25 years. I know that her last few days were hard, since she died of lung cancer. I hadn't seen her in 8 years. But I loved her just the same. She loved me too I know that. The last time I talked to her was when the girls went to visit her over Memorial day. We always had an understanding-no need to say too much, we just knew. We spent hours talking, just she and I discussing kids, parents, marriage, homemaking, cooking. I peeled my first potato with her. Made my first pot of coffee. I was 18 when Tim and I met so to say I was a child, is not a lie. She e...

http://rulesformyunbornson.tumblr.com/ VH1 Marathon greatest one hit wonder of the eighties. Talk about what you used to do in hotel rooms, when you had an entire day off... then do one of them while the kid is sleeping (yeah not a good mommy trait) LOL