Showing posts with label family. Show all posts
Showing posts with label family. Show all posts

Monday, June 2, 2014

A Tribute

In my previous post I was on my way to Ontario for a bit of family connecting then off to Nashville for a trip with siblings and a spouse. I did have a wonderful Saturday with my eldest daughter in Toronto. Arrabel was amazing leaving me in awe of how some dancers can seemingly hold their own bodies in the air with little or no support from another dancer.

Connecting with my birth family turned out to be a time of letting my mother go. She would be 90 years old on June 2. She wasn't prepared to stay here on this earth until that date. Within three days of my arrival she was moved to palliative care where she died three days later. As I had attempted to prepare myself over the last few years for when I would get that call I always assumed I would be on a flight after I got word that she had died. She had other plans for me. The family believes she waited until she knew I was there to go. I feel privileged to have been there.


Her father called her his Peachy Girl.
With six brothers she surely was!

I had forgotten that there were "bride elects"!

She worked in a local bank after business college.
My father fell in love with this woman.

Her wedding day. Little did she know she would be the
mother of seven children within eleven years!

Legacy of Love

A wife, a mother, a grandma too
This is the legacy we have from you
You taught us love and how to fight,
You gave us strength, you gave us might.
A stronger person would be hard to find,
and in your heart, you were always kind.
You fought for us all in one way or another,
Not just as wife, not just as mother.
For all of us you gave your best,
Now the time has come for you to rest
So go in peace, you've earned your sleep.
Your love in our hearts, we'll eternally keep. 
(Two of her granddaughters shared this at her funeral)

Mom in the dark dress on the right. My father behind her and
all the children are theirs except the little boy on the right. What a day that was, getting
seven of us dolled up for the photo. My brother took off and played outdoors dirtying his freshly
polished shoes. There wasn't time to fix them before the photo!

These are her adult children now. One daughter couldn't be there
that day but she was with us in spirit.




This was written and read by Jane who allowed us to laugh and cry at the same time.

Love of our Mother – Helen Sawyer

First, we would like to thank each and everyone for coming and celebrating our Mother’s life with us today.

Mom was a very strong woman with a soft heart when it came to her family. She loved her family unconditionally; starting with her brothers and her wonderful sister-in-laws. We know this because she would call us every year to make sure we knew when and where the family picnic was being held!

We knew she loved us by how hard she worked to provide for us when we were growing up. She also taught us to grow, learn and love our own families.

I must tell you she had one little flaw, which she passed onto all her children; if you told her a secret about your family everyone would know by Sunday night.

Carol Ann, she leaned on you and you were there for her; we cannot thank you enough for taking on that responsibility.
Mary, she loved your independence and she lived vicariously through you.
Jane, she gave you security in tough times.
Barb, she loved your talents and your counsel.
Georgina, she worried about you always and wanted you to get healthy.
Richard, she gave you six "beautiful sisters" and definitely the O’Brien sense of humour.
Nancy was her baby and her best friend.
Susan, her seventh daughter she loved you like her own.
She also cherished all her son-in-laws
Her Grandchildren and Great Grandchildren were the joy of her life. The greatest thing she gave us was each other.

It was very a difficult decision when we had to move Mom to Cambridge 5 years ago; taking her from her friends, family and activities but it was our turn to watch over her.


                                                                       MOM
                                                                         Your Life was a Blessing
                                                                          Your Memory a Treasure
                                                                      You are Loved beyond Words
                                                                       And Missed beyond Measure




Sunday, April 27, 2014

Talking to Oneself and Family and Friend Fun Times

                                                        WHAT'S GOING ON

I am sure everyone is wondering if I am still working to improve both my brain function and my writing abilities through music and binge watching televisions shows. The answer is yes I am. I am working on the second draft of my second novel while I wait for the formatting and layout of my first one to be completed. I don't seem to have any more ambition to work long hours than I have ever had. But maybe keeping one's nose to the grindstone isn't a byproduct of working on the brain. It is likely more of a personality problem in my case.

The physical side of my life isn't getting any broader although I have made a commitment to myself to get my bike out of the barn tomorrow. That is step one which may or may not lead to any riding of said bike.



What is on my mind today is the habit of people talking to themselves in public. I have become quite fascinated by this as I personally know someone who does this on occasion until I remind her of what she is doing. She asked me to let her know if her conversations with herself are getting too animated so I do.
But in my observations of the general public we all do it to some degree. I catch myself realizing I am moving my lips as I think about what I am about to do. As I was parking my car today at the grocery store I saw a man coming towards his car having a lively conversation with himself. Oh and I should add here that most of the people I see doing this appear completely sane.

Another interesting speech or lip habit I have observed is when I am talking to someone their lips are moving silently but are actually repeating what I am saying. This can be a bit disconcerting and does play havoc with  keeping my train of thought. When I mentioned this trait to one of my daughters she told me that I have done that to her on occasion. Ouch! That isn't going to happen again if I can help it.

I went in search of information on the net as I am wont to do  to see if this is actually a syndrome or something.  I did find lots of sites that say they can offer help for mumbling, talking to oneself or ones like this person who asked, "Why do some people move their lips when YOU'RE the one talking? ...and I don't mean as if they are wanting to interrupt you or have something to say, I mean they move their mouth to your words. What's up with that?"
So there it was, already a discussion topic on the net. These are a few of the answers that were posted for this question:


"My grandma does that! its kinda annoying lol. i think it helps them process what you're saying better if they follow along."
"well it's either they are letting you know they are listening or they are rehearsing the rebuttal."
"I think its because they're so into your conversation and agreeable with it. Could be wrong though."
"Sounds like a combo of suggestion and tics, maybe some weird subconscious compulsions."

Now that I have put this concept into your head you will be watching for it won't you?


FAMILY TIME


We had a lovely Easter dinner here in the country with family. The weather was good although still too cool and soggy for our Easter egg hunt outdoors. We play Chase the Ace with our Kinder eggs as legal tender. 




                                    FRIEND TIME

Next weekend we are off to the Algonquin Hotel in Saint Andrews with a group of friends. I always look forward to a trip to the small seaside town. The hotel has been refurbished so I am excited to see what has been done with the place.