How Sad It Is. . .

How sad it is when love ones die.

A rose to remember all.

Sad as it is, we all must depart the world in which we know.  Death is sad.  I do not want to become acquainted with it any to soon.

On Easter Sunday, my Aunty died - she was 86.  She was my last Aunty to die on my Dad's side of the family.

On Mothers' Day, Sunday, my Aunty died - she was 86, also.  I was not her favorite niece but she was still family.  

Today, I receive word my Prinette friend, Amy - her Mom died.  Amy shared so many events, outings, and photos with her Prine friends.

...the diamonds will be shining ~ no longer in the rough...

John Prine

Lest We Forget

For the memory of my Dad and to all the people who fought in wars. 

 

We will remember.

RIP - Ron

A very good friend of mine passed away in May 2011, today I finally received the memorial card and as upsetting it was, I was thankful to receive.

Very fond memories, I have of Ron.  We used to do a great rendition of Saturday Night Light - the news.  I was Rosanna - Rosanna, Rosanna Danna.  Still brings a laugh to my heart and it warms it.

Ron died in a fire - he was burned beyond recognition.  He will always remain, to me, a close friend.  He will be missed.

Say Don - buddy - Say Don

Love You, Ron - now and always

Ouch, Ouch, Ouch ~ my ears!

When I woke up on Friday morning, I had such a painful ear ache.  I swear it was caused by the lip flappin' of Noisemaker.  My word, that man can yap at anything and everything.  I will give him credit for talking to the birds, I too, talk to many of the animals here on the mountain side.  My noisemaker talks to a television set.  I can hear him out there lip flappin'.  Sometimes, I pause and think ~ oh my ~ is he lip flappin' for me - I listen and generally it is his lip flappin' to the television.

I think sometimes folks just lip flap because they need their lips to flap.  Maybe some of them truly wanted to have wings to flap but instead they received lips :)

My lips can flap.  I enjoy to have good conversation - constructive conversation;  Prine, music, recipes, wildlife, politics.  Most of all my lips enjoy the flapping of song.  There is nothing quite finer than lip flappin' to John Prine, Neil Young, or Bruce Springsteen.  On a good day I can lip flap those three, stir in some Hank Williams, Lesley Gore, Diana Ross and lord knows what else - it becomes a fine tune ~ indeed! 

Happy Birthday, My Little Boy

My 'little' boy would be 21 years old today - Happy Birthday, Yankee. Geez, I miss him. I can still smell his beautiful coat and I much would like to hug and kiss him.

I recall; yikers - menopausal at the time - in my orb of crying fits, Yankee - he would come and lick the tears from my cheeks.

The Happy Birthday Song - that was his favorite! He would sing along right (or left) with me. I sang that song to him all the time, I knew someone, somewhere was having a birthday!

Yankee, left Noisemaker and I on June 28th - such a sad day it was. Noisemaker and I were not in a good way - he had lost his job; had one mega debt to the taxation company of Canada - we were sort of left with - sell everything. That is when we came here - to the mountain side. I have probably posted all this before...but as we all know...

...Memories they can't be boughten
Can't be won at a carnival for free
It took me years - to get those Souveniers...
John Prine

More Celebrations, On A Sadder Note

John Lennon, had he not been slain would be 70 years old tomorrow. Imagine that!

I am reminded of his death; he was murdered on my birthday. December 8th; a Monday night. Monday night, back then, I bowled. Us young ladies always went for a beer after bowling. Although it was my birthday, I opted to be homeward bound. When I arrived, my answering machine was in overload. Everyone was calling to relay to me the death of John Lennon.

I loved the writing of John Lennon. He certainly grab the attention of the government of the USA.

Good on you, John.

I will always remember you.

In Memory

Tom Reynolds {Crusher}
Memorial Service

Flowers from Charlene Stevenson and family




...his harley {ride safe}













Photo Credit: Charlene Stevenson

Tom Reynolds/Donna Palmer

...and when one of us is gone and one of us is left to carry on; then remembering is what we'll do - our memories alone will get us through; think about the days of me and you...you and me against the world...paul williams

To Those Born Today

Folks having a birthday today include Gregg Allman, Jim Morrison, David Carradine, Teri Hatcher and me!

I am going to have the noisemaker go down to the general store and pick me up a box of beer so I can have a cheer or two when I play some John Prine. I have Clay Pigeons in my head this morning.

I am remembering John Lennon today - 29 years ago years ago he was shot dead. I can still recall exactly what I was doing when I received the news of his death. I was bowling with the Bandits.

I'll be continuing my cheer tomorrow evening; when I get together with the ladies of the mountain to celebrate our christmas cheer.

My Mom

It will be ten years ago tomorrow since my Mom departed. She was a good Mom, she treasured me and loved the spunk I have. Two days prior to her departure she called me up and said to me, ok - I am ready to go, I am just getting the last of my ducks in order and here is what you have to do. Tell them folk no charity giving here, I want flowers and lots of them. The boys will not know where to look for the dress I want to be buried in so call them up and give them the instructions for all. Naturally, I did and the brothers got it all right, with the exception of one thing. Lipstick. My Mom always wore lipstick. When we went as a family to see her - noisemaker and I were the first to enter. I looked down at my peaceful Mom and thought oh god, the undertaker did not put her lipstick on. I said, oh my - noisemaker - go out to the van get my lipstick, I'll get the undertaker. I told the undertaker, she needs her lipstick -may I? He said, sure and asked me was I ok to do that? I replied you come with me - we will do it together and that I did not want my Dad and brothers to see her without her lipstick. We got the lipstick on, it was a pretty pink shade, it matched the pink in her dress. I knew she was pleased. The service was beautiful with laughs and tears.

I miss and love you everyday. Thank you for being my Mom.

My Honey Bunny

Born - March 25th, 1990

Received From The Shelter - June 30th, 1990

Reached Rainbow Bridge - June 28th, 2005

Ashes Received - June 30th, 2005

Rainbow Bridge

Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.

When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water, and sunshine - our four legged friends are warm and comfortable.

All animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; his eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together.

Author Unknown.

~Apologies for lack of knowledge on the scanner/picture - I am still in learning curve mode.