ILoveDuane reminded me today that I have many things to be grateful to God for. Yes, I do.
I'm grateful that God has given me a plethora of SP friends who care about me and I care about them.
I'm blessed with a wonderful large family and we keep in touch often and love each other. It wasn't always that way with seven siblings growing up together, but now we show our love and appreciate one another for our uniqueness. I've said this before but I'm the eldest of seven. Then I have three brothers: Bob, Bud, and Steven. Then three sisters: Roma Lee, Sherry, and Michele. Sherry has Down Syndrome. She taught us all a lot of things over the years.
I had three children (between two marriages: one at 18 and one at 27) Curtis, Scott, and Nicole. Curt and Scott were just a year apart and could really come up with a lot of things to do to keep me running and tearing my hair out. They were complete opposites, but could still work together on their sneaky plans.
Curt had blond hair with brown eyes, and Scott, almost black with hazel/green eyes. Nicole has black hair in the winter, and auburn in the summer, with brown eyes. As many of you already know, Curt died of Leukemia just before his 24th birthday.
Scott has two wonderful children, Teesha as you know is my only granddaughter and is about to have my first great grandson in about a month. Brody is somewhat of a loner because of being deaf. He would like to be a Mountain Man. But so did his father until he got older and wiser.
That's probably more than you wanted to know, but this is my blog.
I'm a Mormon born and raised. I love the church and it's doctrines. We are taught to help one another whenever we can. I recently had a lot of the men in the ward at my house tearing off the old damaged roof/shingles and replacing it on my house and garage. It fills my heart with gratitude every time I see or think about it. Everyone is very welcoming when I am able to go to church and I feel the love of Christ there.
I have a best friend who lives nearby. We've been friends since the 3rd grade and love doing things together. Our birthdays are 5 days apart in August. She loves to shop and I'm learning to like it a little more. She is a double extrovert, while I'm learning to be outgoing. We keep in touch by email and phone. She worries about me and likes to help me take care of things that I goof up. She sews, I write when I'm inspired.
My father died at the age of just barely 50 when a beri-aneurysm broke in his head. He also had --shoot what's one with the butterfly? Two years later at the age of 52 my mom fell and whiplashed her brain up against the inside of her skull. It took her 26 years to die in a vegetative state for most of those years. She eventually got cancer in her throat. It might seem strange to say I'm grateful both parents were unaware of what was happening to them when they died. They had been young and full of energy. Boy, could they dance!
Mom could play any instrument ever invented, and sing like the angels.
It was really weird, but just as my brother Steven was faced with a nasty divorce, he was needed as Mom's executor of her person and estate. This kept him very busy and away from thoughts of his wife leaving him.
My extended family are terrific folks and I'm so glad we are cousins and whatnot. We are kept together by music and dancing. We never have a gathering without music. It's our cornerstone. I love each one as an individual and as a family.
I was actually going to write this blog about my daughter, Nicole, who has ADHD, and what it was like trying to raise her. She is very unique, beautiful, and I love her. She has given me two wonderful grandsons and I'm thankful for them.
I'm indeed very fortunate and God has blessed me abundantly. Thank you for the reminder, ILOVEDUANE. You are a blessing too.