Yesterday I posted a title named "Fan Club" as I was going to the writing section I hit a key and suddenly it was posted. I didn't know how to correct the thing, so today is "do over".
By fan club I was referring to the comments from three people very close and dear to me. They know who they are. Thanks for the support.
Today was a good day. I worked in the yard a little, had some items I no longer needed hauled away. I am feeling ok and the left side of my face is working better. Received a phone call from my younger sister this evening. She and her family are ok. Her sons were asking about my health so she called to talk awhile. They live 30 miles from me but we don't see each other that often. Different schedules, and they are busy with their own lives. Still there is concern and caring between us.
I was thinking the other day how you know somebody for a long time. I am talking about family. I have known my kids all their lives. They have only known me since I was 26 and 31 respectively. I have told them some stories about me before they were born. But you get sidetracked with just living. I hope at some point I can remember and share with them some of the things from my younger days. I enjoy telling my grandson T some stories about the things I have done.
Several years ago I traveled with my mom, sister, and brother to a family reunion (my Dad's side). Some of my Dad's brother's and sisters were still living. My brother and I would set for hours listening to stories our uncle's would tell about when they were growing up. My brother is kinda a family history nut and he has written down some of the stories. Me I just enjoyed hearing them and learning something about my Dad before I knew him. My Dad was a kind and gentle man who loved the family he was born into. He also loved and enjoyed the family him and Mom made. Our girls were his first grand kids. He loved to have them visit. When we lived many miles apart he always looked forward to having the girls for a week or two in the summer. Christmas at Mom and Dad's house has more meaning to me now, because I am Dad. It is a great feeling when the kids come home to share a holiday or weekend. I am very blessed to have such a wonderful family.
Well enough for tonight.
2 comments:
sounds like you take after Grandpa quite a bit...
I think the blogs are a great way to share the stories and preserve them. Whether they are the stories of what you did today or when you were 15 years old.
so glad you're blogging!
Welcome to the blogging family. I have really enjoyed reading what you've written so far and are eager to read more.
I think this is a lovely way not only to get to know the family but also, since I live very far and can't follow your day to day life, be a part of your life so to speak.
I don't know if you have my blogaddress but here it is: http://mammabult.blogspot.com
Hope you are better with your disease. I had never heard of that before so I had to google it.
Keep writing and I'll keep reading. Hugs Mia :-)
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