Family at Easter

Family at Easter
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Monday, August 25, 2008

Reflections on This and That

I love new beginnings. School is at the top of the list. I always expect to get the best of the best students. Once in a while I am disappointed, and I realize my job will be an up-hill battle, but not this year. i have the sweetest and the best kids ever. they even laugh at my jokes.
I get to try something new this year. I am doing some adjunct teaching at the local college. I've never worked with "big" kids before, so I am somewhat nervous about the first day.

My title of my blog is "Just the two of Us." And, one/half of the two of us is very sick. My best friend and my husband, Jim, is severely anemic. He seems to be bleeding internally. We are going to the diagnostic clinic on Wednesday, but in the meantime, I am watching him go from a happy, carefree, funny guy to a shriveled up "little old man." His hands are cold all the time (and the temperature is in the 90's). He can't walk 6 feet without having to sit and take a breather. I wish we were going tomorrow. I just pray that he will be okay. I'm not used to my He-Man being so weak.

When my oldest daughter married, she and her husband said "No babies for a long time." but then they got a couple of schnauzers, a boy and a girl...Max and Maggie. I was instantly a Nana. I have babied those dogs, fixing them scrambled eggs every time I see them, and they even came and stayed with me for days at a time when my daughter and her husband had to go away on trips. I even took them to school with sunglasses on, and posed them on our school bus.You could say "Nana" to them, and they'd both perk up and start running around looking for me.


So, when my precious Maggie passed away suddenly last week from unknown causes, I was devastated just like her mommy and daddy were. My daughter, her husband, my human "grandson", and Max came to see us this past weekend so we could all love on each other. I watched Max just stand around outside waiting for his "orders." Max depended on his sister Maggie to tell him when to eat, sleep, play, and get into things. Without her, he seemed to have no direction. Even my little Yorkie, Charlie, could not seem to help.
I know times will get better, but I don't think we will ever forget or really get over missing that little girl. She brought us all a lot of joy. All I really think I can pray for is that we will all remember and cherish the wonderful three years she gave us, and that those good memories will push the hurt down deep.






1 comment:

buscher3 said...

Hope everything goes well on Wednesday! Hang in there!