Or something like that...
Monday, May 21, 2012
Friday, November 18, 2011
Day 17
I know this isn't the real thing, but ever time I see it, it reminds me of high school marching band and how we had or own trailer. Go Valley Marchmasters!
Friday, November 11, 2011
Day 11
Today is to be something old. These aren't really that old, but they were in my grandparents house for as long as I can remember. My grandfather made them. I'm lucky to have them in my house now.
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Zoom in on Gratitude
I found this photo challenge and thought it was very appropriate with the Thanksgiving Season upon us. I'm not so good at keeping up with challenges, but I'm going to try this. Let's see what happens!
Idea from http://www.positivelypresent.com/.
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Monday, November 7, 2011
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Grieving
The last person shut the door behind them and she sat down in her favorite chair. It was so quiet now. After the funeral and visitation and the constant stream of people coming to call on her, it was finally peaceful. So peaceful it was almost intrusive.
Finally, the pressure, the sadness, the emotion of losing her husband boiled over and she let out a great scream followed by a cry that lasted over two hours.
When it was done, she felt better.
A few days later, she noticed the garbage was getting full. "Wow, haven't had to do this in a long time," she thought to herself. As she lifted the bag out of the trash can, she saw something at the bottom. She reached down and grabbed what looked like a folded piece of paper. She opened it and read in his familiar handwriting, "I took the garbage out because I love you." All thought of walking the bag out to the curb left her as she sank to the floor in tears.
A few days after that, she noticed the carpet was getting dirty. She went to the closet to grab the vacuum. As she wheeled it out, she saw another note. The tears started before she could even reach for it. Once opened, it read "I vacuum because I love you."
She found one on the bookshelves that said, "I dust because I love you."
She found on under the sink in the bathroom that said, "I scrub the toilet because I love you."
After a few months of finding notes all over the house as she realized he had planned for this for a long time. She realized she was loved just as much as if he was still here. And that is what brought her true peace.
Finally, the pressure, the sadness, the emotion of losing her husband boiled over and she let out a great scream followed by a cry that lasted over two hours.
When it was done, she felt better.
A few days later, she noticed the garbage was getting full. "Wow, haven't had to do this in a long time," she thought to herself. As she lifted the bag out of the trash can, she saw something at the bottom. She reached down and grabbed what looked like a folded piece of paper. She opened it and read in his familiar handwriting, "I took the garbage out because I love you." All thought of walking the bag out to the curb left her as she sank to the floor in tears.
A few days after that, she noticed the carpet was getting dirty. She went to the closet to grab the vacuum. As she wheeled it out, she saw another note. The tears started before she could even reach for it. Once opened, it read "I vacuum because I love you."
She found one on the bookshelves that said, "I dust because I love you."
She found on under the sink in the bathroom that said, "I scrub the toilet because I love you."
After a few months of finding notes all over the house as she realized he had planned for this for a long time. She realized she was loved just as much as if he was still here. And that is what brought her true peace.
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