Tribute to My Parents

One of the most precious memories of  my young childhood, when I was knee high to a grasshopper, was when my Dad would pick me up and dance with me, especially after work. It seemed extra special to be up when almost everyone else slept. He managed movie theaters, so he often got home well after midnight, particularly in the summer. Drive-Inns were still cool in those days. One could see a double feature for the price of one! Anyway, when my dad came roaring up in with his 1965 Mustang Square back, it usually woke me up! My mom enjoyed after midnight snacks. Her favorite ones were the cheap tacos from Jack in the Box. Can you believe that they were a nickle each back in the Stone Age of my youth?!

If Daddy was in a good mood, and I heard the rustle of a bag, I would call out. “Hi Dad! I love you! I love you too, Mommy,” not wishing her to feel left out. Sometimes, Mommy would put on the radio if she knew I was awake. I remember this particular occasion quite well!

I was about 3 or 4 years old. Daddy came into my room and said, “What’s up,  Snicklefritz!’That was a nickname he had for me. I looked up the word on Google; snicklefritz is a word from the Pennsylvania Dutch culture. It refers to an exuberant, mischievous kid who is very chatty as well. That description fit me in those days. I gave Daddy a bright smile as he picked me up. I was named Kathy, after all. A popular doll was named Chatty Cathy at that time, so just perhaps, I lived up to that name as well!

He had me giggling in no time as he whirled me around and around to the music. I caught sight of Mommy in the doorway. She had a genuinely beautiful smile! I loved that smile! For one moment in time I didn’t think of my Cerebral Palsy – the fact that I was unable to walk. I was free as a bird and free of my wheelchair. I was just a little girl sharing a special time with her daddy – Big John! It seemed that although I lacked the ability to move my legs and feet well, I had a hyperactive, precocious mind. Suddenly I said, “Daddy, I am so light on my feet! He had a marvelous roar of a laugh – a big belly laugh that shook his whole body and a snort or two was mixed in it. I loved to make him laugh because it made him happy. Dad laughed so hard and for so long that he almost had to put me down.

I knew it was a special moment for Daddy too because he recounted it to many of his friends for years to come with that same wonderful belly laugh!  When my daughter whirled around with her Daddy, my husband, about the same age, I felt the same surge of joy when he danced around the room with her. It just goes to show that it can be a fantastic thing when history repeats itself! Have a great day Pops! Sending my love up to you! There is one memory when I was about the same age that I can recall.

I remember many times sitting upon his broad shoulders when I had my stubby arms stretched out sideways as far as they would go, moving them up and down and to and fro. We both made loud airplane noise as Daddy ran around the house. We would run/fly into the kitchen as mom was washing the dishes. Suddenly, he would drop me down close enough to give her a kiss on her cheek before flying/running for one more trip around then before Flight Daddy would smoothly land me into my chair.

 

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My Mom liked poetry that rhymed, so I wrote these two poems in her honor. Otherwise, she did not consider them to be poetry at all.

I Miss You

I – It has been over eight years since you went home to God.

M – Mary means wished for child.

I – I wish you knew how much you are loved; I hope you do now.

S – Serenity is what I hope you feel; you had little of it in life.

S – Strength, you had more of it than you knew.

Y- You were far more unique than people gave you credit for.

O – Outstanding at so many things Mom that I am not: cooking, sewing, crocheting, painting, drawing, handwriting, dancing etc.

U – Undeniably big heart for those you love.

Just 1 More Time Again

I wish we could rock in the squeaky rocking chair together once more

I wish we could crunch popcorn when watching a movie full of gore,

I tried not to watch, but you loved to scare me, that you did adore.

I wish we could have one more beach trip to watch you collect shells at the shore.

I wish we all had 1 more camping trip, it was funny watching you swat flies galore,

I wish I heard your laughter, even if it is at me, along with dad’s guffawing roar,

I admit it, I was just a bit of a ham when I was about the age of four,

I wish I could hear you sing and play the accordion before I slept, and you shut my door.

However, I she did not leave before I said my prayers, The Our Father and Now I Lay Me

Down to Sleep;

I silently also prayed to walk and for a sister or a brother before I began the process of

counting sheep. I was blessed with the one I wanted the most.

My big little brother Glen

Hangin’ Hammocks Can Be Hazardous, but Fun Too

What my kid has to go through just to read and relax on a camping trip,

As soon as she tried to lay on the silly hammock, it started to sway and tip,

When she had climbed most of the way onto it, to the ground it did dip,

On a brighter note, she wasn’t hurt since the hammock didn’t totally flip,

The great book had to wait a bit; until the tree had a strong enough grip!

 

Kristie's hammock

My contribution to Comedy Plus https://comedy-plus.com/?wref=bif

A Tribute to Mom 2020

via A Tribute to Mom! Please enjoy her poems!https://katb8587.wordpress.com/a-tribute-to-mom/

 

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I wanted to share some of my mom’s writings; eight years ago, she went Home to her eternal rest. I hope and pray that she love, self-worth and peace that she could not find in this life. She was very in love with my step-father at the time she wrote these poems. He didn’t love her as much! The above photo was/is my parents on their wedding day 59 years ago! I wish it had been happier for them! Nobody can deny that she had a way with with words! I will see you when my time comes at the feet of Jesus! Until than, I love and miss you everyday! I hope you know now that there is always hope! This poem below is about my brother

Glen's poem from Mom

Things I Have Learned Being A Mom

1. I still miss my own Mom just as much as ever. I wish there were visiting hours in Heaven.

2. I don’t stop being concerned just because she is grown.

3. My love is unconditional.

4.  I understand God better.

5. I can’t be both a Mom and a Dad since Barry died last year. I am not good at it.

6. I can’t keep her from making mistakes.

7. I can never say too many prayers for her.

8. I love her more and more each day.

9. She was my dearest SURPRISE I will have in life.

10. I still am learning to be the best possible mom.

11. As much as I want to be, she will NEVER think that I am a funny person!

 

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A New Mom So Long Ago

LOL, I had to edit this because I used too many syllables!

 

I am so sorry

that I might cause a slight bit

of your discomfort.

 

A tired Mom I was,

with a brand new babe because

God blessed us with her.

My reply to Haiku Challenge:

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 304: Might&Slight

A baby Kristie

Glen, My 1 & and Only Special Brother/Sibling

Glen's poem from Mom

A poem Mom  wrote for my 8 year old brother How old was  I, 19 years old!

 

 

This was my brother @ 1 month old. I was nodding off in the background; however, I couldn’t wait to get home from from 6th grade to give him his mid-afternoon feeding!!! Wasn’t our mom beautiful?

Mom Baby Glen and tired me in the backgroundHis jacket as a little 1:

 

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Glen and Hope

Glen & Hope

Glen & Hope & Reyanna

 

Glen & Kristie, my daughter in 2011

 

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Glen Kristie & me me visiting her @ burn unit in Seattle. Glen flew in California

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Our Vow renewal – 2012 = Las Vegas

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Glen & I – Las Vegas!

Glen’s Wedding – Las Vegas – 2012

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Glen has always been there when I needed him the most! Glen and TJ, his wife.

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Family, with our Grandma, Christmas 2015

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Glen & Grandma

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Glen’s always been there for Kristie and me, especially after our husband/Dad passed last year! Calif. 2019

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People, 4 Legged Family, Things & Places I Am Thankful For…….

 In response to Thankful Thursdays from Comedy Plus

 

Some of my Dear Family Members

I am thankful for having my wonderful Grandpa in my life for almost 21 years.Grandpa F.

I am thankful for my parents, for the love they gave me for 45 and 47 years respectively.

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I am thankful for the love of this man for 34 years, the rest of his days.

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I thank God for the wonderful baby Kristie we were blessed with:

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I am thankful for the special cousin still with me today

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Just a few of the 4 legged kids that have blessed my life:

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I have lost a great deal by now, but each of these people and critters have brought me more joy and love than I deserve to be blessed with!

A few Special Places and Memories to Me:

 

Becky and me

Becky and me @ Palomar Mt. about 1997

Barry & Me

My 23rd wedding anniversary

 

Glen's Wedding

My brother’s wedding & our vow renewal in Las Vegas in 2012

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2014 – Our Wheelchair train. I was driving my hubby around town and I loved it!

The Sun Peers Thru the Oceanside Pier - February 12, 2013

I have had many memories @ Oceanside beach and pier.

Last but not Least @ ALL, My Creator

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Hope endures

Hope & Lessons I am Learning

End of death, sin, agony and pain.
Abundant joy and life everlasting.
Savior for the broken, imperfect souls in every one of us.
Triumph over addiction, hate, loneliness, depression and tears.
Everyone who asks has a mansion in His heaven.
Redeeming grace, love and forgiveness He gives His children.

These are the the blessings that my husband, my parents my grandparents are now enjoying, yet my frail human spirit misses them all and thinks of them daily. Part of me longs to be with them, yet I am still here. This means that my job is not yet done. Due to my Cerebral Palsy, I did not expect to be. Several people told my Barry to expect to be a widower at a young age. The irony is that God had other plans and took my husband first. just last year.

I had grieved deeply before.  But, my grandparents as well as my parents were all very ill, very elderly or both. In any case, I had time to get used to the idea. I had learned that it is better that they go Home, away from me, that for me to pray for them to stay with me is very selfish on my part. This did not come to me in a flash of great insight, but gradually. I lost them slowly, inch by inch. I was aware of the magnitude of their suffering whether they spoke of it or not. I felt it!

With Barry, it was very different. I felt like he was stolen from me and our daughter. I watched her do CPR on him. I saw him being yanked to the ground as the EMT’s arrived. After 33 years 3 months 1 day and 22 hours, he was just gone in the blink of eye, before my daughter could tell him that we loved him. There was no denial nor bargaining with God. I tried. I was reading the last few pages of the book by Don Piper, 90 Minutes in Heaven.  I was told by someone to leave – they needed room to move around. Like so many times before, I was in the way, my chair took up too much space, and it kept me from being where I should have in the bed, holding his hand. Suddenly, it occurred to me that this was the reason that God had me read the book. I was to pray my Barry back to life. I prayed and I prayed. I could not lose him now. In a few months we would be in a position to buy a home of our our own, out of a major city. His tests had actually shown stability and his blood sugar and blood pressure were down. Therefore, death seemed impossible!  Up until I left him at the funeral home for the last. time, I held out hope for a miracle! His face looked at peace, not contorted in pain. The constant pain made him have age lines that he may not have had yet, but for the pain, The lines were not present in younger years. The biggest lesson I learned was God/Jesus does hear and respond to our prayers. Barry was finally free of pain and constant self-doubt. He never felt worthy or good enough on this Earth! From the look of peace on his face, I knew that he finally felt good enough, loved enough. That was  a miracle!  (Matt. 7-8). Also, Romans 8: 28. However, I wanted it done here on Earth with me to witness it, but God wanted it done a different way! Until, I left him, I thought it may be the ultimate Joke. He looked like he was having the best sleep in ages! There was a small part of me that expected him to suddenly awaken and say “Gotcha good that time, didn’t I?

Who was going to take care of me? I certainly did not want my/our daughter to carry that burden. The truth is I need a lot of help with ADL’s, otherwise, called essential activities of daily living. These include: bathing, dressing, transferring in/out of bed etc. Another lesson I learned is just how much our daughter is like her dad. Just at the time that my income went down a great deal and my rent was going up well past my total income, my daughter found a place which she could afford, just as her dad had planned, away from the city. While the care-giving situation has not always been smooth (it takes 6 people to take the place of my Barry). Naturally, that doesn’t even count the spousal things that go into it! BUT, my point is that God provides! (Matthew 6). Again, (Romans 8:28). Sometimes, it is just enough, but He is taking care of me!cropped-doves.jpg2012

 

FINALLY, I  was reminded that;

My Life has Become a Country Song

I’d rather not marry twice,

he might be like freezing  ice,

He may be as a bald as ball on a pool table,

And not handsome like Barry or Clark Gable.

And I am sure not a beauty like Betty Grable.

 

These days, I’d meet a guy who thinks it’s a great prank,

to make me pay for it all and break my little bank!

I might meet a guy with a weird name like Esa

who has nothing better to do than run up the Visa,

Than I would just have to say as loud as I can, “Bye Felicia!”

 

The real truth is that there will never will be another you, another us,

that completes me like my only one. He was the minus to my plus.

The two of us were blessed. God and love made us a success.

Why settle for a distant second when I have had God’s best.

Anyone else would not hold my heart. Why settle for less?

 

Now, you can see why my life is a country song,

I will, someday, find a new place for me to belong!

 

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