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Life IS history in the making. Every word we say, everything we do becomes history the moment it is said or done. Life void of memories leaves nothing but emptiness. For those who might consider history boring, think again: It is who we are, what we do and why we are here. We are certainly individuals in our thoughts and deeds but we all germinated from seeds planted long, long ago.

Saturday, December 17, 2011

Tribute to "Mossy"

It is hard to believe it has been a year since my mother ("Mossy" as known by family and friends) joined our Heavenly Father. She is greatly missed every day but especially at Christmas. The house is decorated filled with festive sights and sounds while sweet and savory aromas permeate the air as the kitchen becomes the hub for visitors and activities.

During this time of celebration, my thoughts again revert to thankfulness. Thanks to my husband for divine love and spiritual uplifts. To my children, those near and far, thanks for the many memories, happiness and tears, as you have grown from infant to youth on to adulthood. Thanks for my mother who taught me life IS a bed of roses -  thanks beyond words for preparing me for life's many thorns and instilling in me the importance of perseverance. Then, of course, thanks for my dad, who is always in my thoughts, for believing in me and keeping me toward life's goal.

To each of you, You Don't Seem so far Away...

(The poetic writing You Don't Seem so far Away is excepted from Echoes, 2004. Click the page link to the right.)