Another fickle spring day. It is getting closer to winter losing it's grip. Being patient for this to happen is like waiting for Christmas. I just can't wait, I just can't wait, I just can't wait for SPRING. That dosen't match too well, but most everyone is feeling the same here in Utah County.
It has been a week or two or more since I wrote last. However, now is the time for catch up. Trip to Pa.: High lites: The look on my sons face when he saw Dee Ann and I in the car out front of his work place, late that night, we arrived. The only time I have seen him speechless!
Being there to take pictures and and cheer with his family when he walked accross the stage to recive his deplomo. "WAY TO GO DAD!!!!"
The Saturday night surprise party for Andy's graduation, and celebrating Jordon's 22nd birthday. And Grandma Hazard getting envolved in Wee. Singing songs, to the loudest, most obknoxious music I didn't know, and dancing to the slow ones, with Andy. I had a ball.
Lisa and I getting away by ourselves to shop and pick up dinner for everyone. One on one, sharing feelings of the heart.
Spending precious minutes with Jordon or Camron, Shelby or Blake, when they could squeeze in the time. Young people are so busy these days. "Oh, but Grandma, I just had to Text my friend." Or go shopping for fish for my new fish tank. Instead of feeling left out, I just needed to get my priorities straight. Get with it Grams!
The night before we left to fly back home, kneeling with Lisa's parents and their family for Family Prayer. Hearing my son share his love for all of us with our Heavenly Father, and asking blessing to be upon us on our way home.
Saying good by to Ruth and Chris Neibar, was a tender time They are the kindest most generous souls. When I come to stay with them, I feel like I am coming home. Don always laughingly said, "he came to see them, more than anyone else in Pa."
Dee Ann was a life saver for me in the airports and getting settled in the plane, etc. etc.. I couldn't have done it with out her. She was the bright lite and a great joy to everyone we spent time with. I surely do love and appreciate her.
I am saving the Las Vegas Trip until another time. I had a unique experience this past few days. Boarding a sweet little girl named Gabby for a short time. I am sure she was very happy to go back home. I know her best friend Ariyah, was thrilled to have her back. All is well that ends well. Love you...............G.H.
Attending
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Saturday, March 6, 2010
I FEEL HAPPY
Yes I know, it's been quite a while since I updated this blog. But at least, this time I was able to get into it without calling Jamie for HELP!!!! That pleases me no end.
I was going to write about putting Kizzy down the week before Christmas, but I couldn't. That hurt too much. There were a series of loveable dogs that came into my life. Even though it was short lived. I was sure that Gabby would fill the empty place in my heart. She is so loveable. But that would break Ariyah's heart............... The stuffed, floppy eared dog that Judy bought me for Christmas, wears Kizzy's collar and dog tags. Aubree still sleeps with her, drags her around and plays tug o war with her. I have had to make two major repairs on the hind legs. I am thinking that will be an on going project. But Aubree and I have settled in to just the two of us. She must be lonely without her sister, on those long days when I am at the Temple. Trey said it best the last time I was invitied for dinner at the Brunson household. " Your dad died, didn't he?" asked Trey, "Yes, grandpa died.? Then Trey said something that made me sit up and take notice. "But you don't want another dad, you and Aubree will be just okay, all by yourselves. You don't want another puppy either..........just you and Aubree." " Yes Trey, Just me and Aubree."
Thats about it and you know, its okay. Aubree has never had all the attention by herself. She has always had another dog be the boss, except when she played the mother role to Kizzy, groming her, or growling at her all the way down the stairs when they went out side to potty.
Maybe Aubree misses being the mommy. I still miss the good times those two shared together.
When Dee Ann and I flew out to Penn. for Andys graduation Jan 14th, I baught a paperback book at the airport. Mareley and Me. I didn't know what I was in for. I laughed most of the way to Pa. That was such a fun ride. But on the way home, I cried. I died inside, feeling the pain all over again. Remembering the look in Kizzy's eyes. "Help me mama", she spoke to me through her eyes. She was so sick, she had gone down hiss so fast, she just couldn't get better. There was only one thing to do so she didn't suffer any more. Richard was there to help me through. He held me and we cried together.
The Tilte of this blog had something to do with Happiness. That's true. I am happy. There are a lot of losses and unwanted changes in this life. Why me? isn't the question! Why not me and what can I learn from these challanges? Is the real question. I didn't start out to write about losing Kizzy, but maybe I needed to.......so I can remember her with joy instead of sorrow.
Next time I'll fill in the blanks about the visit to Pa. and the great time I had in Las Vegas.
Love, G.H.
I was going to write about putting Kizzy down the week before Christmas, but I couldn't. That hurt too much. There were a series of loveable dogs that came into my life. Even though it was short lived. I was sure that Gabby would fill the empty place in my heart. She is so loveable. But that would break Ariyah's heart............... The stuffed, floppy eared dog that Judy bought me for Christmas, wears Kizzy's collar and dog tags. Aubree still sleeps with her, drags her around and plays tug o war with her. I have had to make two major repairs on the hind legs. I am thinking that will be an on going project. But Aubree and I have settled in to just the two of us. She must be lonely without her sister, on those long days when I am at the Temple. Trey said it best the last time I was invitied for dinner at the Brunson household. " Your dad died, didn't he?" asked Trey, "Yes, grandpa died.? Then Trey said something that made me sit up and take notice. "But you don't want another dad, you and Aubree will be just okay, all by yourselves. You don't want another puppy either..........just you and Aubree." " Yes Trey, Just me and Aubree."
Thats about it and you know, its okay. Aubree has never had all the attention by herself. She has always had another dog be the boss, except when she played the mother role to Kizzy, groming her, or growling at her all the way down the stairs when they went out side to potty.
Maybe Aubree misses being the mommy. I still miss the good times those two shared together.
When Dee Ann and I flew out to Penn. for Andys graduation Jan 14th, I baught a paperback book at the airport. Mareley and Me. I didn't know what I was in for. I laughed most of the way to Pa. That was such a fun ride. But on the way home, I cried. I died inside, feeling the pain all over again. Remembering the look in Kizzy's eyes. "Help me mama", she spoke to me through her eyes. She was so sick, she had gone down hiss so fast, she just couldn't get better. There was only one thing to do so she didn't suffer any more. Richard was there to help me through. He held me and we cried together.
The Tilte of this blog had something to do with Happiness. That's true. I am happy. There are a lot of losses and unwanted changes in this life. Why me? isn't the question! Why not me and what can I learn from these challanges? Is the real question. I didn't start out to write about losing Kizzy, but maybe I needed to.......so I can remember her with joy instead of sorrow.
Next time I'll fill in the blanks about the visit to Pa. and the great time I had in Las Vegas.
Love, G.H.
Monday, February 1, 2010
A Day Full Of Memories.
I found my Rainbow Sweat Shirt. It wasn't really lost, but I had forgotten that I had stuffed it full of plastic grocery bags to fill out my Raggedy Ann Halloween Costum. The newspaper that filled the halloween head, was dated Oct. 3, 2006. That year, I used her for decorations for the family party.
The Rainbow Sweat Shirt was a gift from my youngest sister Ruth. She knew how much I loved rainbows, and had it made especially for me. The shirt wasn't the only thing I found.
Last week it was suggested that I keep all my pictures and negatives, because that is history. But what to do with all of the lovely cards I have saved over the years? "Get rid of them, I was told. They were just for that moment in time, to touch the heart and make you glad. Now they are taking up space you don't have." Good common sence, but what do I do with the heart strings each one of them still tugs at? Since I was a little girl, 3 or 4 years of age I have been fascinated with greeting cards. My great grandmother Abby Ann bird, showed me her scrap book full of lovely cards. I was hooked from then on . I even tried selling them one summer when I was 11 or 12. Mom and dad had to pay for a lot of boxes of unsold cards. I think we had a 3 year supply.
I spent many hours going through all of the cards I dug out of drawers and boxes. It wouldn't have taken so long but I had to read each one. Especially the ones given back to me when my mother died. Cards, I and my family had sent to her over the years. She saved cards too. Getting through all of the others was a joyful journey. Much laughter and tears as well. Putting them in a box to recycle was like throwing away dear friends, dear family members. There weren't too many cards that grandpa gave to me or I to him. That means one of two things. I either became very sensible some time ago and down sized zillions of cards before today. Or there is another large stash of cards somewhere, I have forgotten.
The last Fathers Day card I gave to him in 2003, was signed like this " You are the heart of my rose, the rainbow after each storm and the rock I lean on. Thanks honey for all you do to make life more beautiful. Nothing in my world would ever be the same without you in it." That says it all. Nothing ever has been the same, nor can it be, with out him. Still life is good......and in case you are wondering...........no, I didn't throw all of the cards away. Love, G.H.
The Rainbow Sweat Shirt was a gift from my youngest sister Ruth. She knew how much I loved rainbows, and had it made especially for me. The shirt wasn't the only thing I found.
Last week it was suggested that I keep all my pictures and negatives, because that is history. But what to do with all of the lovely cards I have saved over the years? "Get rid of them, I was told. They were just for that moment in time, to touch the heart and make you glad. Now they are taking up space you don't have." Good common sence, but what do I do with the heart strings each one of them still tugs at? Since I was a little girl, 3 or 4 years of age I have been fascinated with greeting cards. My great grandmother Abby Ann bird, showed me her scrap book full of lovely cards. I was hooked from then on . I even tried selling them one summer when I was 11 or 12. Mom and dad had to pay for a lot of boxes of unsold cards. I think we had a 3 year supply.
I spent many hours going through all of the cards I dug out of drawers and boxes. It wouldn't have taken so long but I had to read each one. Especially the ones given back to me when my mother died. Cards, I and my family had sent to her over the years. She saved cards too. Getting through all of the others was a joyful journey. Much laughter and tears as well. Putting them in a box to recycle was like throwing away dear friends, dear family members. There weren't too many cards that grandpa gave to me or I to him. That means one of two things. I either became very sensible some time ago and down sized zillions of cards before today. Or there is another large stash of cards somewhere, I have forgotten.
The last Fathers Day card I gave to him in 2003, was signed like this " You are the heart of my rose, the rainbow after each storm and the rock I lean on. Thanks honey for all you do to make life more beautiful. Nothing in my world would ever be the same without you in it." That says it all. Nothing ever has been the same, nor can it be, with out him. Still life is good......and in case you are wondering...........no, I didn't throw all of the cards away. Love, G.H.
Saturday, January 30, 2010
New Beginnings
Jamie and Matt stopped by to bring me a disk full of pictures. I twisted thier arms enough that the freed me from the prison I created for myself, since I began this blog last fall. WHEN YOU THINK YOU CAN'T......YOU ARE RIGHT!
Matt was 13 when he first started to help his grandfather with that blasted first computer we had. Matt's finges would just fly over the keys and things would happen with no rhym or reason. His grandfather would yell "Slow down Matt. Write me a pathway. I want to understand what is happening and why." It was embarrasing for Don to have a 13 year old show him what to do. Now that young man and his wife come to rescue me. I think it is wonderful!
I thought blogging would be such fun and then it died almost before my plans came to be. So this is "A New Beginning." I do write in my Journal every night. Life isn't all sweetness and light, so there are pages.many of them over the years that will be BORING. and others show how human I can be. Imperfect in every sence of the word. My joys and sorrows, highs and lows and when I wouldn't be proud to show who I really am. Perfection means "Finished!" and I am not finished yet. I have all of eternity to get it right. Thank Heaven.
Now, I know better how to do this.................I'll share in my Day Book as well as in the pages of my journals. This will be fun for me and hopefully enjoyable for others. Grandma Hazard.
Matt was 13 when he first started to help his grandfather with that blasted first computer we had. Matt's finges would just fly over the keys and things would happen with no rhym or reason. His grandfather would yell "Slow down Matt. Write me a pathway. I want to understand what is happening and why." It was embarrasing for Don to have a 13 year old show him what to do. Now that young man and his wife come to rescue me. I think it is wonderful!
I thought blogging would be such fun and then it died almost before my plans came to be. So this is "A New Beginning." I do write in my Journal every night. Life isn't all sweetness and light, so there are pages.many of them over the years that will be BORING. and others show how human I can be. Imperfect in every sence of the word. My joys and sorrows, highs and lows and when I wouldn't be proud to show who I really am. Perfection means "Finished!" and I am not finished yet. I have all of eternity to get it right. Thank Heaven.
Now, I know better how to do this.................I'll share in my Day Book as well as in the pages of my journals. This will be fun for me and hopefully enjoyable for others. Grandma Hazard.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
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