Friday, May 21, 2010

Farewell, my superhero

Dear Grandpa,

When I was little you were bigger than life. You could do no wrong, you were a superhero, you were a man who knew everything and could accomplish anything you set out to do. Time marches on and a quote from one of my favorite movies "pretty soon you realize it's marching across your face." I don't remember when you got old. But I do know your spirit and mind stayed as young and spry as it possibly could. You'd hunt with the boys and golf with the Uff-Da Open gang forever if life would allow it. But sadly, we all grow old, everyone has to stop doing things we love when our bodies won't allow it any more. I want you to know that no matter how old you ever were, you were always my superhero Grandpa to me. I like to believe that after we die, we go somewhere to relive the happiest times in our lives over and over again. We're healthy, young, insanely happy and that everyone who was important at those periods of time is somehow there. How that's possible, I have no idea. But Grandpa, I hope you are happy, healthy and loved where ever you may be. Know that you are loved by many still left on this planet. We all will miss you until we meet again.

Forever in my heart,
Your granddaughter, Sarah

Saturday, May 15, 2010

I like quotes

I found this quote on a friend's facebook page. And not only do I like it, but it also shows what kind of a person she is. Genuine, honest, absolutely lovable, a real gem of a woman.

"I like flaws and feel more comfortable around people who have them. I myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions."

Makes me smile to know that there are people out there that have this as a mantra of sorts. And makes me smile even more to know that they are my friends.

Friday, May 14, 2010

Virginia Beach

I heart the beach. When i retire, it must be at a beach. Not a desert, not a forest, or the mountains. A coast with an ocean, not a ginormous lake like Superior. Although that wouldn't be so bad either.

I don't know why it's so great to have your feet burrow down into the sand and then have the waves crash up your shins. It just simply is.

Me and mama.

I can't tell if I angled the camera or if I should rotate the picture. But you get the idea

Sunday, May 9, 2010

Happy Mom's Day

So same day, totally different post.

It's Mother's Day and I love my mom so freaking much. She gets smarter, cooler, more amazing the older I get. Or perhaps I just get more humble and more willing. Perhaps.

Top 10 Reasons My Mom Rocks (in sporadic order)
1. She is a dedicated nurse and that dedication translates into her daily life.
2. She loves to read. LOVES IT. And lucky for me, has passed that gene on and I love to read too.
3. She is adventurous and will try almost anything once.
4. She is loyal and will put her loved ones before herself.
5. She is funny. A dork but a funny dork. The best kind.
6. She has kept a house and the same house at that, over my head through the toughest times in her life. And she did it head up and heart open.
7. She can create colorful, amazing, gorgeous quilts that look like works of art. And lately, without a pattern, she can just look at the fabric and go. It's impressive.
8. Her heart always has room for one more. It's big and welcoming and beautiful.
9. She loves to sing. It's endearing to watch and listen to.
10. She loves me. She has taught me so much, instilled good values in my heart, urged my mind to reach for more, nurtured my soul with color and beauty. Has always stood behind me and supported me. But even more she has stood beside being my confidant, my friend.

Happy Mother's Day, Mom! I love you more than I could ever say!


So I went to church today. For the first time in at least 4 years. Someone told me once that I'm going to hell (for reasons that were completely un-PC and from what I believe totally untrue) and then with my not attending the weekly service, I thought for sure I'd be blown right back out the door by some mystical force. Yet, it was like walking into any other building. Except for the big cross down in front.

Only one hour out of my day and yet it reaffirms my thought that organized religion and I don't need to be BFF's.

I have a good piece working in my head right now involving church, religion, the actual structure of a church, beliefs, but for now I'll just leave you with a comical little bit. I must be doing something right seeing as how I didn't burst into flames when I walked through the Holy doors.