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A Tribute to my Mom ~ on my birthday
It was against the odds.
She was 46 and already had 4 adult children and 1 still at home. A new relationship, after a scandalous affair had ripped her first marriage to shreds, brought her love she had thought she'd never have again.
I was a surprise that relatives told her, in polite terms, would not be "normal" and that should be "terminated".
What was she thinking? Women her age are usually starting to enjoy being grandparents, which she already was....
My dad was on the road far away as a long distance truck driver. He would arrive the next day. The pictures showed his exhilarating joy - a baby girl!
My birthday, close on the heels of Valentine's Day, would come to exemplify how Love can be found deep inside each of us.
My mom had made mistakes in raising her first brood. She was more diligent about her next set. She saw the importance of passing on to the next generation the knowledge and skills she possessed.
Life is one constant lesson.
She was ever learning, too. We taught her how to ride a bike when she was in her 50's - not an easy feat on bumpy gravel roads! But she always compared it to riding a horse - even when she fell down!
She could understand animals and what they were thinking. I would laugh at the stories of horses thinking that huge rocks were bears and cats competing over mice in a barn.
Her eyesight had diminished before I was even born. Colors and shapes gradually almost completely faded. Yet, when she braved the transatlantic flight to come see me, she commented about how friendly and smiley the locals were when we walked to the market.
It was because she radiated Love wherever she was.
She didn't let her handicap prevent her from experiencing Life to its fullest.
And when my own world fell apart and I tried to hide it from her, she called crying and simply said, "My daughter, you are Loved."
On this day, the day I was born, I remember my mom and all the wonderful gifts she gave me.
My Life is a Tribute to her greatness.
Thank you, Mom!
She was 46 and already had 4 adult children and 1 still at home. A new relationship, after a scandalous affair had ripped her first marriage to shreds, brought her love she had thought she'd never have again.
I was a surprise that relatives told her, in polite terms, would not be "normal" and that should be "terminated".
What was she thinking? Women her age are usually starting to enjoy being grandparents, which she already was....
My dad was on the road far away as a long distance truck driver. He would arrive the next day. The pictures showed his exhilarating joy - a baby girl!
My birthday, close on the heels of Valentine's Day, would come to exemplify how Love can be found deep inside each of us.
My mom had made mistakes in raising her first brood. She was more diligent about her next set. She saw the importance of passing on to the next generation the knowledge and skills she possessed.
Life is one constant lesson.
She was ever learning, too. We taught her how to ride a bike when she was in her 50's - not an easy feat on bumpy gravel roads! But she always compared it to riding a horse - even when she fell down!
She could understand animals and what they were thinking. I would laugh at the stories of horses thinking that huge rocks were bears and cats competing over mice in a barn.
Her eyesight had diminished before I was even born. Colors and shapes gradually almost completely faded. Yet, when she braved the transatlantic flight to come see me, she commented about how friendly and smiley the locals were when we walked to the market.
It was because she radiated Love wherever she was.
She didn't let her handicap prevent her from experiencing Life to its fullest.
And when my own world fell apart and I tried to hide it from her, she called crying and simply said, "My daughter, you are Loved."
On this day, the day I was born, I remember my mom and all the wonderful gifts she gave me.
My Life is a Tribute to her greatness.
Thank you, Mom!
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Fond Memories
When my son Steven was about 3 months old, we went to a Roy Rogers restaurant for some lunch. To my left sat a rather old woman in her 80's. My wife was holding our son and I could see the old woman looking at him admiringly. I'm pretty good at reading peoples faces and it was obvious to me that she was remembering the days long past when she had her own babies. My wife apparently saw it too. I looked at my wife and cocked my head toward the woman and without saying a word my wife nodded approvingly. I stood up and took Steven from my wife and gave him to the woman not uttering a word.
The woman seemed to come alive with a huge smile and said “Oh my, I haven't smelled a baby in soooo long!” She was of course referring to the talcum powder and baby shampoo. She lovingly held Steven in her arms and he looked into her eyes probably wondering who was this strange person holding him. Steven was unlike a lot of babies who easily get intimidated by strangers so I had no fear that he would start screaming when I passed him to this old woman. We let her hold him for about 10 minutes while we ate our lunch. She thanked us for a priceless gift, a trip back in time to when she was a new mother.
I often think about this moment and it never fails to stir me emotionally with a feeling of pride for being perceptive and brave enough to hand over my baby to a complete stranger. Doubtless this woman carried that memory to her grave.
The woman seemed to come alive with a huge smile and said “Oh my, I haven't smelled a baby in soooo long!” She was of course referring to the talcum powder and baby shampoo. She lovingly held Steven in her arms and he looked into her eyes probably wondering who was this strange person holding him. Steven was unlike a lot of babies who easily get intimidated by strangers so I had no fear that he would start screaming when I passed him to this old woman. We let her hold him for about 10 minutes while we ate our lunch. She thanked us for a priceless gift, a trip back in time to when she was a new mother.
I often think about this moment and it never fails to stir me emotionally with a feeling of pride for being perceptive and brave enough to hand over my baby to a complete stranger. Doubtless this woman carried that memory to her grave.
Moving away
As a very young child (I was about 5/6 when my mother left my father), we moved around a lot. My mother sometimes worked 2 jobs, but rent and other bills always drained her finances. Wherever she found better-paying work, and or cheaper accommodations, we moved to. I never minded much, as I was quite young and didn’t really understand the problems with it. In fact, I just enjoyed being in some place ‘new’.
Of course, with age brings reason, but even though I understood the process more I still enjoyed the feel of ‘newness’ that comes with a change of address. I plan on moving again soon. At first, I was very distressed about it because I was literally being ‘forced’ to move by my older brother who insisted on selling our house (I am currently waiting on him to buy me out). In a nice way, I’ve realized that even though it was not my choice, it may be the best decision I’ll make.
This house was bought and paid for mostly by my mother, with contributions from myself and older brother (who were co-owners with her), as well as my younger siblings. Over the years, she did two separate renovations, adding on extra rooms to it. She also ensured that her lawn, trees, flowering plants and general yard space looked ‘pristine’. This property was part of her legacy, and her vision was for it to be a haven for her children in time of need.
For a while it was just that for me and my younger sister (I returned to the house about 5 years ago), but since my older brother and his wife moved in and have altered its state as a haven, it’s now time for me to go. Only this time, I won’t just be moving, I’d be ‘moving away’. I’d be leaving something very significant behind, so this move will be ‘bitter-sweet’.
However, I’ve decided that my new home will be dedicated to my mom and dubbed “Joyce’s House, #2”. I plan on using it as the haven that she had intended; for my other siblings, relatives and close friends. And, hopefully, this may be my final move (on earth, at least
).
Of course, with age brings reason, but even though I understood the process more I still enjoyed the feel of ‘newness’ that comes with a change of address. I plan on moving again soon. At first, I was very distressed about it because I was literally being ‘forced’ to move by my older brother who insisted on selling our house (I am currently waiting on him to buy me out). In a nice way, I’ve realized that even though it was not my choice, it may be the best decision I’ll make.
This house was bought and paid for mostly by my mother, with contributions from myself and older brother (who were co-owners with her), as well as my younger siblings. Over the years, she did two separate renovations, adding on extra rooms to it. She also ensured that her lawn, trees, flowering plants and general yard space looked ‘pristine’. This property was part of her legacy, and her vision was for it to be a haven for her children in time of need.
For a while it was just that for me and my younger sister (I returned to the house about 5 years ago), but since my older brother and his wife moved in and have altered its state as a haven, it’s now time for me to go. Only this time, I won’t just be moving, I’d be ‘moving away’. I’d be leaving something very significant behind, so this move will be ‘bitter-sweet’.
However, I’ve decided that my new home will be dedicated to my mom and dubbed “Joyce’s House, #2”. I plan on using it as the haven that she had intended; for my other siblings, relatives and close friends. And, hopefully, this may be my final move (on earth, at least
).
It's My Life (A Short History) Part 3
When I was 23 I had reached the point where I was staring down in the abyss, and I saw that what I was becoming was my dad.
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!!! ).
I was given a book to read by a "friend", (Not that I Understood the concept of friendship at the time). That book helped me find the right road, (If indeed there is such a thing).
The book was called, " Adult Children Of Alcoholics and Other Dysfunctional Family's - by Janet G. Woititz ", and it was all about me.
It described in detail the behavior of my family and myself, the roles we took on or were given, and more importantly how to make the change to a healthier way of life .
Looking back I honestly think it was then that I finally realised I was not alone,( There are a lot of people out there who've been f*cked over by their own nearest and dearest), and there no such thing as "Normal" behavior.
To cut a long story just a bit short I Changed, (As stated elsewhere "An Easy thing to say But a hard Thing to do").
I no longer have any regrets about my past, no "what if's" or "maybe's" haunt me, ( "What if's" and "Maybe's "Could teach ghosts about haunting)
I have learnt a few true lesson in life, on how to cope when shit happens.
These are:
it's nothing personal.
Do your best to deal with the repercussions
Try to put it behind you as best you can
Move on with your life
and It's not your fault.
At age 25 I came down to Plymouth for aweekend to see a friend, here I met the lady who was to become my wife and never left,
She already had twin boys (6years old),( now in their 30's), A few years later we had a daughter, (now 21 who still lives at home and is doing a degree course at the Art college here in Plymouth).
As I have mentioned on my profile my wife became so seriously ill that I had to stop doing paid work and become her full time carer,
I kept my self busy by getting involved in my daughters primary school, ( I was Chairman of the P.T.A and a parent Governor),
I also did some volunteer work with the red cross
We had our problems as everybody does but I was happy with my life and the way it was going
My wife died almost 7 years ago now of an unrelated cancer, that came totally out of the blue.It was a bit like being hit by a train even though was no sign of the rails it ran on.
I grieved, I got better, and now am looking for someone to share the rest of my life with.
Now you may be wondering "Why the f*ck has he told me all this? I hardly know him"
Well it's my life. and maybe someone who reads this will take some comfort from the main message in it. "YOU ARE NOT ALONE"
Add to that,
I have nothing to hide and am serious in my intent. So lets just call it, (almost), full disclosure, On the grounds that if someone who reads this ends up being the one I am looking for
it's better they know what kind of lunatic they may be getting involved with.
But as I have said on my profile .......
"It's not that I don't Have emotional luggage, It's more of I have laundered it Ironed and folded it, And put it in the third draw down next to the one labelled Shirts!"
(
!!! ). I was given a book to read by a "friend", (Not that I Understood the concept of friendship at the time). That book helped me find the right road, (If indeed there is such a thing).
The book was called, " Adult Children Of Alcoholics and Other Dysfunctional Family's - by Janet G. Woititz ", and it was all about me.
It described in detail the behavior of my family and myself, the roles we took on or were given, and more importantly how to make the change to a healthier way of life .
Looking back I honestly think it was then that I finally realised I was not alone,( There are a lot of people out there who've been f*cked over by their own nearest and dearest), and there no such thing as "Normal" behavior.
To cut a long story just a bit short I Changed, (As stated elsewhere "An Easy thing to say But a hard Thing to do").
I no longer have any regrets about my past, no "what if's" or "maybe's" haunt me, ( "What if's" and "Maybe's "Could teach ghosts about haunting)
I have learnt a few true lesson in life, on how to cope when shit happens.
These are:
it's nothing personal.
Do your best to deal with the repercussions
Try to put it behind you as best you can
Move on with your life
and It's not your fault.
At age 25 I came down to Plymouth for aweekend to see a friend, here I met the lady who was to become my wife and never left,
She already had twin boys (6years old),( now in their 30's), A few years later we had a daughter, (now 21 who still lives at home and is doing a degree course at the Art college here in Plymouth).
As I have mentioned on my profile my wife became so seriously ill that I had to stop doing paid work and become her full time carer,
I kept my self busy by getting involved in my daughters primary school, ( I was Chairman of the P.T.A and a parent Governor),
I also did some volunteer work with the red cross
We had our problems as everybody does but I was happy with my life and the way it was going
My wife died almost 7 years ago now of an unrelated cancer, that came totally out of the blue.It was a bit like being hit by a train even though was no sign of the rails it ran on.
I grieved, I got better, and now am looking for someone to share the rest of my life with.
Now you may be wondering "Why the f*ck has he told me all this? I hardly know him"
Well it's my life. and maybe someone who reads this will take some comfort from the main message in it. "YOU ARE NOT ALONE"
Add to that,
I have nothing to hide and am serious in my intent. So lets just call it, (almost), full disclosure, On the grounds that if someone who reads this ends up being the one I am looking for
it's better they know what kind of lunatic they may be getting involved with.
But as I have said on my profile .......
"It's not that I don't Have emotional luggage, It's more of I have laundered it Ironed and folded it, And put it in the third draw down next to the one labelled Shirts!"
A valuable lesson for the ladies.
She had been on the dating site for several months now, and had been planning to write a blog which unbeknownst to her would change things forever. There were several topics of interest to her, as she often liked to lounge around on the couch sensuously reading books. Sometimes the books would get covered in squished up strawberries much to the chagrin of the library staff but that's a story for another time.
Architecture in Sweden was a favourite subject of hers and so off she went, all this crap about surfeits and architraves or something. It really was of little interest, but she knew deep down that this was exactly the right bait to get the response she was after.
She couldn't eat or sleep properly, and kept checking the blog anxiously. Around three in the afternoon, it appeared. "I wouldnt worry too much about that, really". She paced up and down the hallway like a cage tiger, in complete disbelief. This was the best thing that had ever happened to her in her entire life, but she had to check it out more thoroughly. So she got her grandmothers spectacles and put them on, but they just made everything big and wobbly and gave her a headache.
In bed later that night, she had a fitfull sleep, worrying about if he had started worrying about something else. So she set her alarm for 5am, to get up early and see. Fortunately, there was a rather boring blog about some aristocracy in some far flung place where they make tyres probably, and to her sheer delight there it was for all to see "Yeah,nah, not really worried". There was a take home message but it seemed to go in one ear and out the other.
Architecture in Sweden was a favourite subject of hers and so off she went, all this crap about surfeits and architraves or something. It really was of little interest, but she knew deep down that this was exactly the right bait to get the response she was after.
She couldn't eat or sleep properly, and kept checking the blog anxiously. Around three in the afternoon, it appeared. "I wouldnt worry too much about that, really". She paced up and down the hallway like a cage tiger, in complete disbelief. This was the best thing that had ever happened to her in her entire life, but she had to check it out more thoroughly. So she got her grandmothers spectacles and put them on, but they just made everything big and wobbly and gave her a headache.
In bed later that night, she had a fitfull sleep, worrying about if he had started worrying about something else. So she set her alarm for 5am, to get up early and see. Fortunately, there was a rather boring blog about some aristocracy in some far flung place where they make tyres probably, and to her sheer delight there it was for all to see "Yeah,nah, not really worried". There was a take home message but it seemed to go in one ear and out the other.
What was your Last Time
We have all our life's journey
There will always be our last time....
The last time I remember
When I realized that I have no one but me
That I have to do it on my own
How about you?
There will always be our last time....
The last time I remember
When I realized that I have no one but me
That I have to do it on my own
How about you?
Proud mum
I don't normally write about my personal life but today was my daughters graduation and I'm feel so proud about her I want to shout it out to the world. My little devil is growing so quickly. She will now be studying aboard and I will miss her but mums always do what is best for their kids..
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The downfall of America's dad
I have mixed feelings when I read about the verdict of Bill Cosby last night. First off he is very old, second he truly symbolized the most ideal father like persona each of us had come to admire and emulate during the early 80s and on.
But in reality, I can't ever fathom what he has done and how he did it. Most evil act of manipulating and abusing his victims.
I mean, was he all that good on projecting the kind of a person as a dad and as a husband on his show just to please us for money?
I am so sad for his victims and yes, he deserves to pay the price and even that is not enough.
What a cruel world.
But in reality, I can't ever fathom what he has done and how he did it. Most evil act of manipulating and abusing his victims.
I mean, was he all that good on projecting the kind of a person as a dad and as a husband on his show just to please us for money?
I am so sad for his victims and yes, he deserves to pay the price and even that is not enough.
What a cruel world.
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