Ruffles, ribbons and roses

Monday, April 22, 2013

Whats new with you?

Hi folks!

Long time no see.

My time has flown since Christmas (secretly glad~) this was taken on Easter Sunday, my son Andrew, grandson Gage and me. OMG I certainly have aged in the two years since loosing Mikie but I am not surprised.

So......watch for me on PBS! The Celtic Women were in town this month and filmed their concert for PBS I was so close to the front, like fifth row! It was spectacular. As for the date the concert will be viewed not sure as of today. But hope I don't look goofy!

Nope, not on my yard! Indiana Spring? Well the calendar says so but it is pretty colorless here. So whats new with you?

Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Wishes for a Blessed Holiday to you!

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

One last thought...

One last opinion - promise.
For those who are thinking of the hell the parents are going through now in CT. I want to tell you something, they are numb and in shock. They are going through the motions, they are in disbelief. In the months to come they will begin to thaw so t speak, they will innocently come upon possessions of their children tucked here or their in their homes and be crushed. They will face empty rooms, unopened presents, even their little laundry left behind, they will be crushed and broken all over again. You see as the shock wears away the reality of loosing your child begins brutally real. They will face many triggers that will ignite flashbacks and P.T.S.D. It might be a siren, a childs voice, a loud bang and they will instantly think gunfire, they will hear of other people loosing a child and weeps for that unknown person, they will think of their childs wounds, they will see flashes in their sleep of funerals and such. In one year the media will resurface and search them out the story will rekindle as the one year approaches, Christmas again will come and they will wonder how in the world to do this. You see that first year is bad but the second is really rougher. Many will return to their normal lives, these parents will never. Now they must figure out what this new normal is, they won't like it a bit. To reconfigure a life without your child regardless the age is so very hard. Yes, we accept your life goes on and understand it has too, but we are forced to silently suffer our loss because honestly no one wants to even think about what their life would be like if they were in our shoes.

Monday, December 17, 2012

Sandy Hook Famlies

God, this world is hostile. And sometimes violence and pain fall on good and innocent people. As parents we see this and the insecurity these threats spark in us are sometimes immobilizing. We cannot insure the safety of our own children. Our reach is too short, and we can never even anticipate all the risks they might face. Often our imaginations run wild. Our fears for our children – and for ourselves seeing our children in danger or pain – can overwhelm us. God, when we come to the end of our ability to control things we turn to you. We ask for your protection over our children, over their choices, over the friends they make, over the encounters they have with other adults. God, stand guard. We do not always understand how your protection works, and why some who call to you are seemingly...

not kept safe. Still, we ask for your presence in the lives of our kids. Who else can we trust, but we? We certainly cannot secure their lives ourselves. And you do promise to guard and protect when we ask. ‘The Lord is my refuge and strength, an ever present help in trouble.’ This is the promise we claim for our children. Be ever present with them, and keep them from danger and sickness and violence and foolishness and accidents of nature. Send angels to be beside them today. When we can’t trust ourselves, we trust you. In Jesus…”

My heart goes out to each and every parent who has lost a child. This is the worst one will ever face, the pain never ceases, and we always think maybe this is some nightmare. Age doesn't matter as I have said before no parent wants to ever walk in these daily tears, live with a broken heart and yearn to hold their child just oncemore pretty please....