Thursday, November 26, 2015

Being Thankful And Giving Thanks


Grandma Pearl with my Uncle Kavin
and cousin Ryan, showing off the
yeast rolls they made
My grandma passed away in January at the age of 92. Since her passing, I really haven't blogged. I haven't done my usual Silent Sunday posts, and I haven't given my thoughts or perspective on what's been going on in the world. I just couldn't do it.

When Leonard Nimoy passed away just a few weeks after my grandma, I took it really hard.

Really. Hard.

I never met the man, and didn't know him personally, but his passing felt deeply personal to me. I felt a loss that I couldn't then, and still can't to this day, explain. All this is leading me to the subject of my post.

Today is Thanksgiving. A day where people get together with family or friends (or both) and enjoy life. They don't have to buy anything, they don't have to feel pressure to come with a gift. They simply come as they are.

Today is a day to be thankful for what you have. So, in the spirit of the day, I'm going to be as thankful as I possibly can for all the things I have, and try to find the hidden joy in the sadness that will surely try to creep in.

I will find the joy in the 36 years I had with my grandma. I will remember all the wonderful, loving things she did for me, for my brothers and cousins, for her children and extended family. I will not dwell on her absence.

I will remember all the Thanksgivings of my childhood with my large family all gathered around the giant franken-table in my grandma's dining room and kitchen. There were five kids, three sets of parents, and a set of grandparents (plus usually a minimum of two dogs roaming the house and) circling the table.

There was always so much food and laughter. I don't remember any specific conversations, just an overwhelming sensation of being loved, happy, fed, and cared for.

So, today, I am thankful for all the memories I am blessed with to keep me warm when the chill of sadness tries to move in.

Today I am making it a goal to help build memories with my girls so they have something to chase the chill away.

Because I am determined to stay warm today.

And I hope you can stay warm today, too.

Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours.


Tuesday, November 17, 2015

A Handful Of Danger





My Dearest Danger,

You are a full hand now.

We can now say "High Danger" for a full year when we slap hands.

You are a crazy, wild, whirl-wind of thoughts, stories, ideas, and motion.

You love so many things:
  • Kittens
  • Puppies
  •  Zombies 
  •  Ghosts 
  •  Rainbows 
  •  Glitter 
  •  Princesses 
  •  Horses 
  •  Dolls 
  •  High Fashion 
  •  Chickens 
  •  Riding Horses 
  •  Dancing 
  •  Singing 
  •  Twirling

You are a force that I don't think the world will ever be ready for.

I love you Danger. Don't ever change.