Somewhere Out There…

Somewhere Out There…

In Memory of my Grandfather, who to this day is still the finest man I have ever known. You are missed beyond words. I know you’ll always look after me. I am so proud of who you were and all that you gave me.

Ti amerò sempre.

Building Community

Building Community

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/sarah-smiley/a-year-of-dinners-with-my-imperfect-family_b_3468277.html?utm_hp_ref=parents&ir=Parents&icid=maing-grid7%7Cmain5%7Cdl10%7Csec1_lnk3%26pLid%3D337833

*This story really touched my heart. Growing up, even though both of my parents were at the dinner table each night, I always felt disconnected from our massive extended family. The only people who were around were close family friends, my Grandparents, and my Aunt. I have since lost both of my parents and the closest family members (physically, not emotionally) are about 100 miles away. I have no sense of community, I have no support when the going gets tougher than tough because everyone is out-of-state or out of the country, and those that are physically closest simply do not care to be present in my life. People talk to me on the phone and they e-mail me on occasion, but that’s not a consistent relationship.

I have been assured by my best friend and my Aunt that when I get married and have kids, I will have a sense of community. I hope that they’re right. In the meantime, I think this story sheds some light on military families and the sacrifices they make. I have family & friends that have served this country and as we make our way towards the 4th of July, stories like this that make me proud to be an American. My sense of community though, that’s still a work in progress.*

Fighting Battle…

Fighting Battles

“Choose your battles wisely. After all, life isn’t measured by how many times you stood up to fight. It’s not winning battles that makes you happy, but it’s how many times you turned away and chose to look into a better direction. Life is too short to spend it on warring. Fight only the most, most, most important ones, let the rest go.”  ―C. JoyBell C.

Praying for my brother as he engages in a very important battle. I’m here for you 110% M.  

In Memory…

In Memory

“The weird, weird thing about devastating loss is that life actually goes on. When you’re faced with a tragedy, a loss so huge that you have no idea how you can live through it, somehow, the world keeps turning, the seconds keep ticking.” ―James Patterson

In Memory of My Uncle, RMP. 1952-2011

The wind beneath my often severed wings…

When God Create…

When God Created Mothers

When the Good Lord was creating mothers, He was into His sixth day of “overtime” when the angel appeared and said. “You’re doing a lot of fiddling around on this one.”

And God said, “Have you read the specs on this order? She has to be completely washable, but not plastic. Have 180 moveable parts…all replaceable. Run on black coffee and leftovers. Have a lap that disappears when she stands up. A kiss that can cure anything from a broken leg to a disappointed love affair. And six pairs of hands.”

The angel shook her head slowly and said. “Six pairs of hands….no way.”

“It’s not the hands that are causing me problems.” God remarked. “It’s the three pairs of eyes that mothers have to have.”

“That’s on the standard model?” asked the angel. God nodded.

“One pair that sees through closed doors whenever she asks, ‘What are you kids doing in there?’ when she already knows. Another in the back of her head that sees what she shouldn’t, but what she has to know, and of course the ones in front that can look at a child when he goofs up and say. ‘I understand and I love you’, without so much as uttering a word.”

“God,” said the angel touching his sleeve gently, “Get some rest tomorrow….”

“I can’t,” said God, “I’m so close to creating something so close to myself. Already I have one who heals herself when she is sick, can feed a family of six on one pound of hamburger, and can get a nine year old to stand under a shower.”

The angel circled the model of a mother very slowly. “It’s too soft,” she sighed.

“But tough!” said God excitedly. “You can imagine what this mother can do or endure.”

“Can it think?”

“Not only can it think, but it can reason and compromise,” said the Creator.

Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek.

“There’s a leak,” she pronounced. “I told You that You were trying to put too much into this model.”

“It’s not a leak,” said the Lord, “It’s a tear.”

“What’s it for?”

“It’s for joy, sadness, disappointment, pain, loneliness, and pride.”

“You are a genius, ” said the angel.

Somberly, God said, “I didn’t put it there.”

-Erma Bombeck

Happy Mother’s Day to any and all mothers, grandmothers, godmothers, aunts, and pet mothers reading this.