something a little lighter

Here is a great song that my kids told me about. It's a little hard to follow so the lyrics are printed. Click the title so see what I'm talking about.

my grandmother

My Grandmother died on Saturday. I was talking to my dad on the phone and then he said he was going to go check on her. Within 10 minutes he called back to say she just passed away... He said he walked in to see her gasping for air and then she was gone. I really, really miss her.

I'm dealing with it a bit better now although things will never be the same. I used to write to her every couple of weeks and now I have all of this stationary left... I don't know who to use it for now. When I went to the last stamping get together I made these Easter cards because I knew she would love them. They looked like something she would have picked out at the store. Now it's time to send out the cards and I just can't....... I made them for her and now I can't even send her one. Easter Sunday will be so sad. I always called and talked to her.

stuff

My Grandmother is expected to die very soon. She had a will that said she didn't want to be kept alive if there was no hope. So they took her off of everything that was keeping her going and they are just waiting for her to go.... The Dr's think she will die in the next 24 hours.

I miss her already.

Fabric care symbols

I see these symbols on the tags of my clothes all the time and wonder what they mean. Click the title to check out the webpage. I seriously would rather read "dry clean only" than try to decipher some obscure symbol. But now we know.... an X over a O means "do not dry clean". I would have thought they meant not to wash it. An "A" in a circle means any solvent can be used and a dash in a square means "lay flat to dry"... who would have known?

No wonder some people don't ever wash their clothes. They aren't really homeless they just can't read the darn tags!

Parkinson disease

My parents called me Saturday. We all knew it was going to happen but that doesn't make it any easier... The doctor said my Grandmother won't live through the week. I've talked to several people in my family that I've not spoken to in a very long time. I nearly didn't recognize my older brothers voice. It was like talking to someone from another lifetime and trying to figure out how they fit into this one.

I was hoping I could see my grandmother one more time before she died... but now it's too late. I don't want to see her like this and have that image the predominate one over all of my memories. I wish there was something I could do to make things easier for her.

I felt awful for not sending the card I bought for her a couple weeks ago. My mom said I should just stop sending letters now. She wont get them now. She said you can't understand what she says at all anymore. The last thing she said that anyone could understand was "I want to go home to my room". My aunt asked her if she meant the nursing home and she told her no, she meant HER room at HER home (at the farm that is now sold).

I think she's suffered enough now. Her Angel needs to take her home...........



FALLEN
Lyrics by Bree Sharp
Music by Bree Sharp and Don Dilego
©1998 Trauma Records


Lucy is gazing out into space
She has starry eyes, starry eyes that light up her face
Like an angel

Little girl, little girl questioning me
She says, 'why doesn't everyone have what they need?'
Where are the angels, angels, angels?
Where are the angels, angels, angels?'

I cannot tell you my little darling
All my faith has fallen, fallen, fallen

The stars in Lucy's eyes run down her cheek
Like teardrops of fire, still her voice is as sweet
As an angel

She says, 'where is the place that the good souls go
Where they take away, take away the pain that they know
Where are the angels, angels, angels?
Where are the angels, angels, angels?'

I cannot tell you my little darling
All my faith has fallen, fallen, fallen

Ashes, ashes, all fall down
Ashes, ashes, all fall down
If I could take the world in my arms
I'd take all the wrong and I'd fly

Yes, I'd like to know
Where the good souls go
Where are the angels, angels, angels?
Where are the angels, angels, angels?

I cannot tell you my little darling
All my faith has fallen, fallen, fallen

I cannot tell you my little darling
All my faith has fallen, fallen, fallen