Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Meme's Books of Love.....

 
Lined along these shelves are Meme's books of love.  Each one has a name on it.  A son or daughter, grandchild, even great grandchildren.  They're filled with pictures.  Pictures that tell the story of our lives.
 
 
Meme has spent many years....lots of hours...working on these books.  A lot of love and time have gone into them.
 
 
In the above photo, My Aunt Flora, sister Emily, and nieces, Brooke and Amy.  They're looking through books that Meme has put together.  I spent time myself looking through them. 
 
In my book, were pictures I had forgotten about.  Pictures from many years ago.  Different family gatherings and even a family shot before I was divorced.  In my daughters books, they're were pictures from the time they were very young until now.  Pictures of the Grandmonsters.  I smiled the whole time I was looking at them and knew then, I would write this blog.
 
There was also books full of pictures I had taken, of family gatherings here.  I was surprised to see them but, happy too.  Knowing that she was using the pictures I had taken for her books of love made it all worth while.  From now on when I take them, I'll smile thinking of her and her books.
 
 
Here she is at her desk.  This is where she spends countless hours working on her books of love.  Everything is very organized.  The drawers filled with paper, ink and all the things she uses here.
 
What I don't have a picture of, are the two books she had tucked away here at her desk.  These books had my name on them. Inside were my blogs.  She had printed them out and saved them.  She handed me the books and didn't say anything.  I was so surprised.  She had stories that I had written.  Poems....so many of the post I've done.  I was so touched by this.  And so filled with the love she put inside these books.
 
 
To Meme:
 
I love you!!!!  I know you don't get to spend much time with my grandmonsters but, I promise you they will know how much love and time you put into these books.  And when the time comes, I'll continue Meme's books of love and one day, they will too. 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Friday, December 11, 2009

In the Arms of the Angels....


    Rest in Heavenly Peace


Mitzi Lynn Hudson

August 28, 1965
December 11, 2009































                       

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Monday, December 7, 2009

She Waits


Beautiful Dreamer
Jack Vettriano
 
On the night that Tamara was attacked, she had called me, just moments before, asking me if I still had a poem she had written several years ago.  I did.
she waits.....
in her dreams she waits. the night is bright the moon is full. she remembers the last time they were here.
his touch like fire burning every part of her inside out.
for this she waits.....
her name he calls like the sweetest song,words of undying love he whispers.
for this she waits.....
as she stands in the moonlight she prays he'll come she dreams of the first time..
he reaches out and takes her in a warm embrace
for his kiss she waits...
his lips move ever so lightly over hers, her heart pounding her blood races
the softness dissapears passion rages the battle of love begins
as she remembers she waits...
her body tremors from his every touch every kiss she is his for always
their hearts,body and soul become one.
pleasure of pure extacy she cries out he calls her name
"ill love you always never forget me my love i shall return for you are my one my only wait for me"
as tears begin to fall her heart calls for him she cries out his name in sadness "i shall wait forever my love"
(but he will never come)
and she waits.......


For Mitzi Lynn

 

Her Time To Fly

 

Her time to fly is drawing near

Our hearts filled with pain

Our minds with fear

A beautiful soul thats touched our lives

An angel she will become when it's her time to fly

Letting go will not be easy

As understanding still hasn't come

I pray God gives us peace and courage

When her time on earth is done

A gaurdian angel to all those she loves

Her body will be gone but

Her soul will watch from above

Never will we forget her love and courage in our lives

God's calling his angel home and we must find a way to say goodbye

We must cherish each moment with her till

It's Her Time To Fly

 

For my Aunt Mitzi who will soon become one of God's angels

By Tamara Getty

12/6/2009

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Back in time....Repost from Aug 2007

Facets
Frank Licsko
...a year ago today, this was my post. Strange how fate steps in. This was something I needed to remember today.
Facets-any of the definable aspects that make up a subject (as of contemplation) or an object (as of consideration)
It seems to me that the facets of our lives are comprised of many things. They shape and mold us into the people we are. We have the times that are full of happiness and joy. Memories of family and friends. Some of which, are in our lives for only a short time but, leave us with so much.
There are the times of sorrow and adversity. Times that are filled with fear and uncertainty. I think these are the times that we grow and learn the most. Heart break and betrayal that fills us with doubt, not only about others but about ourselves. The journey back up is not always easy when we've been knocked down by the events in our lives.
I think the most important facet in our lives is Love. The ability not only to give love but to recieve it. My life is filled with Love. The love of my family and friends. My daughters and my grandsons. This is what I reach for in the difficult times of my life. This is what gives me the strength to pull myself back up or to stand strong when I'm needed by others.
Even with the rough times in my life, I have truely been blessed with what I have been given.