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Posts Tagged ‘Family’

I Adore You…xx

In Uncategorized on July 26, 2010 at 3:00 pm

To adore someone, what does that mean?  To be completely enamored with them, to worship the ground they walk on. To see beauty in them, often times when no one else sees the beauty that you see.  The word “Adore” to me is actually the most romantic word in the global language there is, and it works on me everytime.

I adore many thing though. I adore the way my children listen to me. The way my daughter mothers her daughter, and the way my oldest son works hard for his paycheck.

I also adore the way my friends adore me.

I adore good music, and well written books, and movies.

I adore My Freedom and those who fight for it.

As Frankie Valli says, “My Eyes Adore you”…xx

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A Word On Family

In Uncategorized on June 26, 2010 at 7:31 pm

My autistic son Matthew woke up this morning with a smile on his face and decided he wanted to talk about family. ” Mommy,” he began,” we are all going to be one big happy family.”  This intrigued me, so I asked him what he meant.  He went on to talk about his older sister who is married with a teething baby, her husband, my daughter’s in-laws and my good friends and their children who are helping my sister and I through a difficult time our family is facing right now.  This was a huge milestone for Matthew, as he has a hard time allowing people into his world. Today he is able to appreciate kindness, and accept love.

Matthew made me think about America and it’s origins when he told me that Family is the people who love you. This country was founded from not just one family, but groups of people who worked together to form this great country of ours. They overcame adversity together in those early years, and we can do it again today.

America is my family, and I love all of you.

God Bless The Child Who Has His Own

In Uncategorized on June 25, 2010 at 9:47 pm

Unfortunately with the recent tragedy that has struck an already economically troubled Louisiana Gulf area it is hard to say God Bless The Child who Has his Own. Their way of life was already turned upside down by natural disaster a few years back, and humanitarian efforts were sought to help them, and rightfully so. No Human Power could have prevented the outcome of Hurricane Katrina and her wrath.

Corporate Greed and Carelessness is quite a different story. Big Businessmen aren’t going to lose their homes or watch their children go hungry. They won’t have to apply for Federal Food Assistance Programs. Working men and women are proud. It is a good feeling to touch the wall of your house and say, “This is my wall. I own this house.” It is an even better feeling to know that you have the money to buy groceries for your children. The oil spill in the gulf has not only robbed America financially, but mentally, and spiritually. It has cut our families to their core moral fiber.

The Peace Keeper

In Uncategorized on June 25, 2010 at 2:03 am

Today was my brother Richard’s birthday. We all called him Bubba. He was a good man, worked hard, served his country for eight years in Germany and was the one who kept the peace amongst us girls. Poor Bubba.

My sister and I have been feuding lately, forgetting what is really important in life. Behaving as if we were two adolescents fighting for control over the bathroom. Insanity.

Soldiers are Freedom Fighters, and Bubba was one today. Late this evening I asked my sister to take me to his grave, and without hesitation she agreed.

She knelt at his graveside and pulled the weeds and grass from around his marker, and from his neighboring veteran a gentleman who had served his country in World War II. We sang Happy Birthday to him, she gave him a cigarette, and we embraced and cried. We talked about how he used to keep the peace in our home, and saved us from insanity in our wild youth.

I salute you Pvt 2 Ricard N. Mulkey, and all Freedom Fighters and Peace Keepers that came before you and after you and that are still to come. Soldiers never die. Honor is forever.