Friday, January 5, 2018

two years gone

Today marks the second anniversary of my Dad's passing.  I've sat quietly this afternoon to reread my journal entries from those days.  I'm so glad that I put pen to paper.

What started unexpectedly on the morning of December 26th, 2015 concluded on January 5, 2016.  It was a very long eleven days and nights.  And then he was gone.  Gone to join Mom, his wife of 64 years.  Their last chapter's written and their life book completed.  Lives well lived.

And for us left behind, our lives go on and we move forward.  This Christmas was easier.  We adapt, make new memories and hold close treasured memories of Christmas's past. 
And we remember, with love..........

On a lighter note, Christmas decorations are safely stowed away now.  The first round of cleaning is done but glitter still glitters.....darn stuff!   The days are getting a bit longer (slowly).  The West Coast is back to 'normal' weather,  rain and somewhat mild temperatures.  For the folks getting the brunt of winter, stay safe and warm. 

2018 is off to a good start.  I've dipped into my pile of wips, and it's pick one and finish it.  Two done so far.   My gifts to give drawer is in need of restocking  so this is a good place to start.

till next time....


gracie said...

Memories are so precious..... they can help on the sad days.

Cherie K said...

Sometimes it is nice to just quietly and remember lost loved ones.
I am planning to work through my craft stash this coming year. I am not allowing myself to buy a single crafting item as I have more than I will ever need.

Merry ME said...

Yes, Debbie it does get easier. Thank goodness for those memories. On the 23rd my Dad will have been gone for 7 years. It's hard to believe it's been that long. This year our family tree added three new leaves. That's the flip side to loss.

I've been making bears and am back to quilting just a little. Not writing/blogging too much. I started a new on when my son's dog was diagnosed with cancer. Never expecting her to live this long, she keeps me on my toes and at least a foot in the water of writing.

Buddy is weighing in at 76 lbs. We will all miss Maizey when she passes but Buddy most. He's kind of adopted John and Maizey has adopted me. Funny how things work out. He is still a big baby, whines instead of barks, goes to sleep sucking on a fluffy dog bed, and shakes when he sees new people. His bark, however, is deep and scary. People who hear it don't know he's a push over.

Happy new year.