husband father provider papa great papa dad caregiver for years he’s been by her side coffee in the morning every meal prepared with pride keeping track of all the meds cleaning and cooking making the bed letting go of self in untold ways after retirement dreams placed on the shelf he tries his best and without rest he serves her he loves her caregiver such a lonely place none will ever know nor can ever trace the chores and trips to the stores how patiently he listens in the bickering it’s sometimes hard to keep emotions in line still he sighs and tries to understand tries to let it go tries to show that it’s okay really i don’t think he would want it any other way just the other day he said “after all she’s done for me i serve her” real men like my dad realize that it’s not what you have it’s not what you take or what you win or what you gain it’s losing yourself to serve another denying yourself to comfort another love is not a word it’s washing her feet helping her dress cleaning the mess changing the sheets and all rest that won’t fit on this page some might say he is a hero bigger than life exemplary extraordinary and they would be right but i think in the end my dad loves his wife his precious friend it’s Freddy and Carmen with love in their hearts right from the start they meant it till death do us part he’s still serving his bride still by her side
i suppose that when in your 90’s that the road behind you has more to tell than the road ahead and instead of the worry and the hurry to get where you thought you should be you listen to that long long road i hear my mom as she walks that road and stops along the way she pauses and wonders what can she say to give thanks to God for her family what can she say to give thanks to God for all the love that surrounded her journey in one story she laments her losses then as the tears are flowing a moment comes to the surface and suddenly she laughs sorrow harmonizes with joy laughter sings with tragedy but still still gives thanks and on that road she remembers all the gifts without number that she has shared with family with friends now she’s tired her most frequent visitor is pain here eyes are dim but her voice doesn’t wane as she skips down that road picking memories like a beautiful rose she holds in her hands the important things that somehow we forget but she knows and her wisdom falls like sweet silver snow on the hearts of all who listen bringing light and it just glistens in your soul she recalls the years with pride and with deep lament she speaks of her mom and dad her sisters her brothers with thankfulness carried by her tears she speaks of their love so much love there is a power in her spirit that pays no attention to her age or the sheer exhaustion of each day her diminished frame is a sanctuary of strength and lovem i hope i have passed along the smallest portion of her love to my family for even a fragment of that love would fill the world would flood a soul would help mend the wounds we all carry thank you mom for speaking truth for remembering to laugh for lamenting all the sadness for all your love so much love
Back on Long Island visiting my elderly parents, which means a visit and long walk along the shore at Jones Beach. Temperatures in the 40’s, and breezy, but a gorgeous day!
i heard some music today the rhythm section of a little girl skipping behind her mom a gentle touch from a medical sage as he sang - you’re going to be okay - the pale brown dried hydrangeas shivering or dancing to the melody of this damp winter wind i heard the horn section of one member of the bumper to bumper traffic play a long steady tone no doubt the driver was in the fermata lane and rules are rules even the gray sky somehow drew it’s bow across the horizon a deep ostinato boasting of its power to tame the light it’s all music to me a chaos of simplicity a pale beauty a human connection a reason to dance when there is no reason to be found so i sang along
It’s not the cold or the snow that can be difficult in the winter. For me, it’s the lack of sunshine. We seem to have the following four seasons in this part of the Midwest: Cloudy, Spring, Summer and Fall. So, I was so grateful when the clouds took a break and allowed the sun to brighten a recent hike at Matthiessen Park. Hope the sun is shining where you are. Thanks for stopping by.
hey december where did you go did you take the mistletoe and what happened to the eyes all aglow light and trees christmas melodies how quiet it all seems well christmas is only 356 days away until then i’ll choose to stay in the silence of winter’s embrace i’ll welcome the stillness and ponder the grace that fills my heart in the quiet start of this new year i choose to hear the voice of my Father in heaven the grace of His presence the love of His Son hey december it was fun but living this life is a serious thing so i will sing of His light in me and remember i can take december and bring good cheer to family near and friends so far dear God thank you dear God thank you for memories of christmas melodies and for right now this day this moment for your presence thank you God
A few pics of the lighthouse at South Haven, Michigan on a cold, cloudy New Year’s day.
Took our two grandsons to the river to break ice and throw it into the river… because… you know… we’re just boys. 🙂
What can I give Him, Poor as I am? — If I were a Shepherd I would bring a lamb; If I were a Wise Man I would do my part, — Yet what I can I give Him, — Give my heart. - Christina Georgina Rossetti To my WordPress family: Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! May this season of light and joy be filled with peace for you and yours. May your new year be seasoned with adventure, love and contentment.
The current state of affairs in our wee little town. Happy Christmas everyone!