Maybe I should have a blog. I have thoughts to share every once in a while.
Last night we watched a video of my 23rd birthday, found while cleaning out the attic. It was less than six years ago, yet everything looked so different. I hadn't met my husband. My grandmother was alive and still nice and fat. My mother was thin, looking happy and beautiful. My sister was still a kid. Aunt Cheri and Uncle Steve lived in Hannibal. My brother had two legs, and slept all day. I didn't look much different, except that somehow I was sexier then. No complaints; now I'm happy instead, happy with my own little nuclear family.
I miss my Grandmarti. I miss my brother. Josh, if you're reading this, I love you. I wish I could see you more. Getting up to Hannibal is a lot more trouble with BabyTRON along. We'll get there one of these days.
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I don't even really know what a blog is. I am a middle aged lady now. I liked this comment because I think I have felt the same thing- memories of Life on Center Street in the Land that Used to Be. When my mom (grandmarti) and Dad were right there, a phone call away, a few steps away, always with a hug, a sweet caring word. I am the luckiest daughter because both my parents gave me so much affection, but when they left there is a big hole that can never be filled. I liked having my sister and neices and nephew down the street and there anytime I wanted to stop by. I remember Joshie running to my front door because some bad boy was chasing him on the bus. He was about fourteen (Josh) and the boy was bigger than me (so was Josh) but I was so mad!! No one was going to hurt my Joshie!! Hee hee. I ran out in the street to defend my Joshie, but the bully had run away. I still wish I could make things better for my Josh. I miss all the happy times in Cyndi's kitchen. Jessica would be there and she was always smiling. Rachel would be running around saying, "Will you be my pet kitten?" Cyndi had lots of bread and love for her little sister. Daddy would sleep on the couch.
So, we keep our memories in a special place in our hearts I guess- a sad and sweet place that we wish we could revisit. Like Jessi I am happy now too with my wonderful husband, and my big(ger) kids who are so fun to be with. I think what is hard is over time families get bigger and then they have to spread out. At one time my neice shared a room with me, and I could kiss the top of her fuzzy head and sing to her. Now she is a grown up lady with her own family and lives in another state. Just making a trip seems to entail big plans! I think what I will like best about heaven, is that it will be a small world. I will have all the people I love close by, where I can see them and be with them. That will be what heaven is like.
I hope this will let me post my blog!
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