A Tiny Package Of Sweetness

A Tiny Package Of Sweetness

My biological cat clock is ticking people!! I don’t Oooh and Aaah over every single animal I come into contact with, but every once in a while I will see a cat or a kitten and want to take it home. A few more months and hopefully I will be ready. In the meantime, I am definitely still mourning my little Lady Bug.

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.

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…

235 ~ Mother’s Day

This is beautiful.

I stayed quiet on Mother’s Day for many reasons. One, I lost my Mom almost five years ago. Two, I lost her exactly five months after losing my father. Losing one parent is hard enough, losing a parent you were best friends with is like losing a part of yourself. I can talk about it on a one-on-one level most of the time, but in general, May is not a good month for me in terms of loss, so I decided keeping my mouth shut was best, lest I ruin someone else’s day with my emotions.

Hope everyone had a good celebration.

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.

Such An Amazing…

Such An Amazing Quote!

“No truth can cure the sadness we feel from losing a loved one. No truth, no sincerity, no strength, no kindness can cure that sorrow. All we can do is see that sadness through to the end andlearn something from it, but what we learn will be no help in facing the next sadness that comes to us without warning.” ―Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

Witching Hour M…

Witching Hour Musings

“Don’t be ashamed to weep; ’tis right to grieve. Tears are only water, and flowers, trees, and fruit cannot grow without water. But there must be sunlight also. A wounded heart will heal in time, and when it does, the memory and love of our lost ones is sealed inside to comfort us.” ―Brian Jacques, Taggerung

Already Sad

Already Sad

http://aol.sportingnews.com/mlb/story/2013-03-07/mariano-rivera-retirement-yankees-closer-saves-leader-acl-knee-surgery-update

I was already sad/depressed. A former brother-in-arms is being buried today and I am not attending the funeral, but I’m certainly thinking about his family and the memories I have of him. Then this little tidbit of info catches my eye.

There are two types of New Yorkers. The ones that know their team always has the potential to go to the playoffs (Yankees fans) and the ones that know that no matter what, their team will fail miserably when it’s all said and done (Mets fans). I’m of the former, a born Yankees fan, and Mariano Rivera is someone who I have watched from day one. I will tune in this season, and when the season ends, I will definitely cry like a baby. I hate losing a player, be it to injury or retirement. Here’s wishing Mo has an amazing send-off. It would be nice if a parade and another ring were part of the package.

R.I.P Bill, you will be missed.

Daylight

Daylight

This is my first time seeing this, and it is so touching. I hope it brightens at least one person’s day.