34 years of marriage on Nov. 6 and holding. “Only 33 more years to go!”, my hubby, Guy, teased me. Holding hands still and holding each other up, through the tough times. Rejoicing with the good times. There’s no one else I’d rather have by my side. Mom and Dad were married 67 years. Might… Continue reading Thirty-Three Years To Go!
Mom, two of my sisters and I were ushered from Dad’s bedside into the ICU quiet room. On the wall was a large painting of whimsical poppies on thin stems. Strong stems to support big flowers of crepe paper texture. Delicate yet strong. I’ve always loved poppies since watching The Wizard of Oz as a… Continue reading Peaceful Poppies for Dad