Happy Tuesday and Random Tuesday Thoughts.
I don't consider myself a very sappy person who cries easily, but... Thanks a lot, SWAT! (I'm talking about the TV show.) I watch people get hurt on shows all the time, but when Champ dies, Alonso's former K9 partner, I tear up. Go figure!
|My dad circa 1970|
This past Sunday would have been my dad's 86th birthday. Instead, we have been without him for over 16 years. Grief is a very personal and strange thing. I truly believe that everyone grieves differently, even if we have the same or similar stages. And I don't think the stages of grief are linear. Day-to-day life gets easier, but grief never completely leaves you. I have written about my dad before. He was and will always be my hero. I have other posts about my dad.
|Mom and me Christmas 1969|
My mom's wounds are not getting any better yet. We start to turn a corner, then something else comes up. She's got all kinds of testing and treatment coming up including an angiogram on both legs due to blocked arteries and a first meeting with a neurologist about memory loss. Watching a parent go through this is difficult, to say the least. Please remember her in your prayers.
|Mixed breed but mostly Toy Manchester Terrier-named Prissy|
And I've been having the WEIRDEST dreams lately! Some about my mom, my dad, even about the little dog we had growing up. What does it all mean?
Let's move on to something funny, shall we?
|Who is smarter now?|
|My sense of humor!|
|I love puns!|
|I bet no one under age 45 will understand what's going on here!|
|Don't try this at home, kids!|
And last, but not least...