Thursday, May 30, 2013
(the Whole Plaisance gang 5 years ago)
My niece, Rebecca, half of the parental duo of
Hugh, Lucy, Owen and Ellen,
is, about right now, landing in Paris.
It was her 40th bday on the 28th as well as her
(as cute now as he was then, back in the day)
(One of our trips to a plantation home he spoke of yesterday)
( a fun night at the Hornets game with two of my favs.)
Hubby, my BFOB's, birthday and their anniversary all
in one week. A few months ago BFOB asked her what she
wants for her birthday and she jokingly said,
"Oh, a trip to Paris would be nice."
He surprised her with a week trip to that very place.
Finding a safe, loving place for their four children was
her biggest worry of leaving them behind.
I have Hugh, the oldest, until Saturday and then
will have Owen the third in the group from Saturday to Tuesday
when I bring him home to reunite withtheir family.
This blog, is of course, about that Hughbee boy!
He is now 15, 15!!!! for a child who came into the world
3 months early weighing just under two pounds, he
has come a long, long way. When I say a long way,
he is 6 foot two inches tall! I definitely look up to him
these days as does most in our family.
So many wonderful things to say about this child.
First, how many 15 year olds, not only loves coming
to spend time with his auntie lil, but is excited about it.
He and I, when he was 5 began summer sleep overs with me
and except for I think two summers, we have carried it out.
On our way home, we reminisce of all the summer vacations we
shared, he remembers all the little stories,
the one when he was 7 and we buried a dead cat we found.
As we were leaving the burial site he turns to me as I
am leaving and says with so much emotion,
"Aunt lil! WE have to pray!"
He remembers all the trips he and I made to tour
old plantation homes as that is the thing we always enjoyed doing.
He remembers the Myrtle's trip where he lost his 20 dollar bill
and the only way I could calm him down about it was
by making up a ghost story about why the 20 dollar
bill was lost, because the ghost children had taken it from
his pocket. He was so sure this was true that he said,
"Yes, Aunt Lil, that's what happened, I remember feeling a
cold breeze across my feet when we were in the gift shop"
Geezer, I love this child!
Now he is a teenager, a wonderful, lovable, teenager.
Who is easy to please, who compliments over and over the
fricasse' I cooked for him because it's what he wanted.
I forgot how enjoyable being praised for a meal is.
We sat on the sofa, near each other, each with an ipad, playing
words with friends. He is one of a different character.
He speaks of his younger siblings out of pride.
I share with him about his brother Owen's text to me
to let me know that he likes "Steak and broccoli"
We both laugh at this and he adds a few more antics
about his little brother. I am so, so blessed that at my age,
I have all these great nieces and nephews who not only will
stay with me, but look forward to the visits.
Our family, our extended family, we are all so very lucky
to have the type of love that binds us together no matter how big
we get. He is a miracle of a child, he is going places,
and I am thrilled that in his life, when he looks back on his
childhood, there will be plenty memories and stories of the summers
with his Auntie Lil.
(My Hughbee, so grown up)
Tuesday, May 28, 2013
While myself and the siblings were caring for Mommy,
there were many things that we each talked to her about.
One of my things were if she had any regrets.
She had none except for one, the habit that humans have
of always saying, "lets get together"
"This summer, lets plan to do something together"
She spoke of how too often we say these things
and really mean it but it never happens.
Mommy spoke of how, living at the manor, she
has had so many people visit and loving her.
She spoke of how so many of the elderly are alone
at the Manor without family or visitors.
She always considered herself so lucky as she always
had so many visitors.
I promised her that from then on, I would not just say I
would visit with people. When friends asked me to visit,
or offered me a place to sleep, I was going to do it.
I had already spent times sleeping and visiting with
Bestie, Laurie and the bestie babies, visited with her Mommy
and her in laws who I had not seen since high school.
On Sunday I made my way down the bayou.
My first visit was to my dear old Mrs. Gus who my kids
grew up calling MaMa goose. She had cooked lunch
for my dear godson, Ricky who was down on leave from
the Navy. There I visited with dear old friends,
Sue and Foe, Connie and TEdi and all their children.
I then made my way to my friends, Stacy and Thomas,
her dear parents and her sister, Liz who is also a wonderful friend
of mines all visited. Camille and Greg and most of their family
as well as Cam's dad, Mr. Norman was my stopping point
for supper, what a wonderful visit.
That night I spent quality time with my sweet Abby,
Thomas and Stacy's little daughter. As we colored that evening,
we spoke of many things. We spoke of her hair cut on Tuesday
and her donation of her beautiful hair to Locks of Love.
She was amazed of my story that when I was a child I had
cancer and was teased because I was bald, how if
children such as her had donated their hair back then,
maybe I would have not been teased.
She was amazed by this story. I love this child.
I slept in their guest bedroom which is now officially called
the Auntie Lil room.... lol
I have never slept that good in years.
I almost missed bringing Abby to school, not waking until 7:15!
The best nights sleep I have had in years.
The next morning, a quick visit with bestie, Lauren and the babies.
Visited with the Manor in Thib. all my elderly friends, some of them
the same ones Mommy spoke of that never have visitors.
I know I can not ever not visit that place, the place that
my Mommy called home, the people who became family to me.
I ended my day with a visit with the Albert's.
Faith and Maggie, Sara and Mal and little cousins.
Faith thought of me when having to clean out the home of
their grandfather, so many treasures given to me,
so many hugs and kisses from lucky, lucky little girls.
A wonderful few days but it's not over, it is my new mission,
my promise to the Mommy, not to just speak of visiting
those I love but to really do it.
Thanks, Mommy for the gift of remembering those I love
and to actually spend time with them.
Sunday, May 26, 2013
Yesterday Katie, the neighbor, and I headed to Denham Springs
to look for hidden treasures.
As we walked through the buildings of history,
Katie picks up a glass knob speaking of looking for
one with the wall plate to use as a hook in her home.
As she holds one of these beauties in her hand,
a memory of the past comes flooding back.
I am a child, in my childhood home, where all of our
solid wooden doors were opened with precious knob like this.
I look into the knob and there another world exists.
In my large, vivid imagination, there is another family,
another world on the other side of the knob.
When I look into the glass, my mind sees what the
family is up to. I share with Katie that this was so much
a part of my past, that I sometimes would even dream of the
lives happening on the other side of our glass knobs.
One day in particular I view a reception hall,
It looks similar to the place our small town gathered
in for weddings and church functions,
our very own LaSaLette Center, the very same place
we had our Mommy's life celebration at after her funeral.
On this day as a little girl, there is a wedding reception
and as I stared into the doorknob, a little boy from
the other family walks up to my knob, he can see me, I think.
In my imagination or my dream, he puts his own eye to the
glass knob, he seems to be living the same type of fantasy as I,
watching the family in the glass knobs in his world.
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
When working in the school system, we
practiced for this, practiced for the possibility
of tornado's, fires, lock downs.
Sometimes the children don't take it seriously,
even I, as an adult, hoped that the practices were always
for nothing. I never took them for granted.
Neither did the other adults in school.
We understood that the practices were necessary
as we had other people's children's lives in our hands.
Yet even with all that practice,
you just cannot ever be prepared for the type of
storm that blew threw the little town of Oklahoma.
Even with the technology of this day,
this school, these people only had 8 minutes to get
to safety. Eight minutes.
The catastrophe happens, many adults and
children are missing and where do you want to take them?
The nearest hospital, of course.
Except the hospital is also flattened.
The stories are tragic, some are miraculous.
I have all types of emotions as this unfolds.
We call these type of storms
"Acts of God"
I can't fathom that. Maybe Mother nature,
but not our God would cause such tragedy to the
innocent of the world, our children.
It is times like these that I have to remember my belief
that I call the "helicopter view".
I have spoken of it before and it is sometimes the only
thought that helps me to grasp the magnitude of this.
We cannot see the full picture of the world,
we can't see the wetland erosion but if you get in
a helicopter it is obvious to you that the lands are eroding.
God has the "helicopter view" on the world.
He has to know that this event will cause another event
to be obvious to someone. I, though, am human.
Even I, with the faith I have, feel angry this morning that
so many have to suffer.
There may be a reason yet this morning,
Saturday, May 18, 2013
Yesterday, after a most perfect day playing with this cutie,
I head to some lost time at Wally World.
On the way home I note an old trailer in the distance.
Then the mind, it takes over.
I acknowledge that the trailer is similar to the
trailer HOBL and I bought and lived in when we
were first married. I loved that trailer, loved it!
This one is disheveled, but the end of one side was once
a window of walls much like the one we had.
I am brought back to a different time.
A time when although my dad had recently died,
I was in love and marrying my high school sweetheart.
It was not known yet that he had a drug problem so
we were just happy. Happy that we were about to commit
"for better or worse"
"till death do us part"
We were happy that we were able to purchase not only
a piece of property but a beautiful new home.
I loved that home, I know I said it already...
It was not long after Baby boy was born and Juan took
our first home from us. We moved into a small home that
we renovated down Melo's lane, sold the trailer and
the land. In the new home, it is there, that HOBL decided
he needed drug rehab. and some really bad memories
are in the memories of that second home.
Back to the first, I begin to get "melancholy"
about the first home. We were not perfect, we had lots
of arguments but it also holds some of our best memories.
I had never lived in such a beautiful space.
We worked hard while living there, fought some
and loved even harder. I wish for just a short time
to go back to that time.
The times when we found out we were going to be parents.
The times that we both worked nights, I would drive to
Golden Meadow to pick him up at work and we would
spend most of the day in bed, sleeping, talking, and.....
you got it.
ahhhhh funny what time does to old memories,
dulls the bad ones, and highlights all the good ones.
It is those wonderful, good memories that will get you
through some of the roughest times of your life.
Friday, May 17, 2013
The pups needed yearly vet checks,
I needed a new hairdo and highlights.
I made sure to leave a gap of free time there.
I felt the need to go back to a place I once
felt at home.
I visited Thibodaux Elementary School.
It was good medicine!
So many of my dear friends were there and there
were many hugs and "I miss you"
Of course, it reminded me of a better time in my life,
when things were stable, my pain was controllable
and My Mommy was still with us.
I know now I need to visit often, even possibly spend
time volunteering there as it was evident that I
need to give back to kids in some way, in more ways
than just teaching religion and doing testimony speeches
to others. I want to go there and play, I want to go
there to visit with old friend, but most of all, I want to go there
to spend time with the children.
I can't mention names and I can't really show pictures of
the children here but so many still remembered me,
"Nurse Lilly! Nurse Lilly!"
"Are you coming back as our school nurse?"
Many hugs, getting hugs from these children fills
a place in my heart with so many happy moments.
I leave after two hours and visiting with as many of the
old staff as I could.
The best compliment came from my former principle/boss.
She hugged me with all four feet of her and
expressed just how much I am missed.
She explained how it was not just my nursing skills
but it was for my happy, bubbly personality, my singing,
my love for the children that is so missed.
I thought it would be hard for me to go there,
it was not. It made me happy, made my day.
Thursday, May 16, 2013
In the last year, having lived here in Plaquemine,
I have never gone more than two or three days without
seeing our Bean.
Today, she and her Mommy and her Mawmaw and Poppy
are leaving for a road trip to Atlanta.
I do believe I will be just a tad bit lost until seeing
her again on Monday.
Yesterday I picked her up at school and we went
to Chucky Cheese to have some fun before she leaves.
Gypsy and Kelmiester met us there.
If the way she acted there is any indication of how much
she will love Disney, it will be a fantastic trip!
So, you may be wondering, what is the road trip about?
Kd is an LPN as I am.
A few years ago she began a computer generated
LPN to RN program and is now on the last leg of
the journey. This week she is on her last leg of
this journey. She has worked so hard, passed all
her tests and now only has her clinical portion left.
She does her "mock" weekend, or practice weekend this week
and in June, her very last clinical testing.
Then only boards to pass and she will be a full fledged RN.
She has worked so hard on all of this all with
work and being the most awesome Mommy to our Bean.
Good luck, Kd!
By the time we go to Grand Isle, hopefully it will all be done!
Love you big,
miss Bean already!
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
is a rarity that I can get my babies together
now that they are grown and yet
there is nothing that makes me happier.
I tease my neighbor, when she comes over to visit,
that if I want to see them I have to cook.
Of course, that is not true.
Yesterday, BB shows up to cut my grass as his
daddy is in Alaska.
Gypsy baby and kelmiester show up to hang for
a few hours before GB is due in Baton Rouge for
a job interview. I am cooked GB and Kemiester's request,
I also bake two different types of cookies.
When the late afternoon comes, Kd and Bean,
Baby boy, gypsy baby and Kelmiester are all here,
all together. It is so obvious now that the babies are grown
just how different those two are.
It is also very evident that they are bonded for life,
as siblings. I think of my own relationships with my
own sisters and brother and I am so very thankful that
I gave them each other, it may be the best thing I
ever gave them. They are different, can irritate each other
and still, they know that when the "going gets rough"
they have each other.
We watch Bean dance and sing, we watch as her
daddy plays with her and her Mommy has her recite things
for us. The obvious is that she is growing up so fast.
Not many of her baby traits are left, but she always, always
has us laughing. From the way she sings and smiles,
to the way she rolls her eyes, she is fantastic and funny.
Baby boy has to go home to bed as he leaves this morning
for work, gypsy baby and kelmiester, stay sleep.
We work on a puzzle together and it is when I realize
it is the simple things that matter. There is no amount
of money that can give me what these children can.
They are absolutely, without a doubt the best things
I have ever, ever done in my life. I also know this.
That no matter where my life takes me, where I find myself
in the years to come, those children will be by my side,
forever my babies, forever in my heart.
Monday, May 13, 2013
My brother, Peter and my sis in law, Cheryl
are proud grandparents again, this time,
Aleena and Mike Steele, along with their son,
Jackson welcomed the two new babies on
Wednesday May 8th.
They live so far away in Maine,
and yet, thanks to the new age technology,
we are able to get pictures of them and oh my,
are they some cute!
Jackson is two, born on our Beans birthday, March 13th.
His mommy says he loves his baby sisters and
took on the "big brother" role right away.
Emma Catherine entered our world on
May 8th at 10:41am weighing 6#7oz.
...and just a minute later, 10:42
Claire Elizabeth, weighing 6#5oz.
I have to give Kuddos to Aleena who, when finding out
she was pregnant with twins, began taking care of herself
assuring that all those complications that can happen with multiple
births, would not happen to her precious baby girls.
She has done so well and here they are, ready to
bless the Steele family with many happy memories.
Our family keeps growing and growing
and I hope it continues to do so.
Congrats Aleena, Mike and Jackson
what lucky girls they will be to be born in
a family full of so much love and happiness.
For every soul
who has ever
dried another's tears,
gave encouraging words,
took the risk to speak truth,
gave without asking in return,
cheered at another's success,
embraced with an overflowing heart,
belly laughed in tandem,
patiently assisted in learning,
pardoned with compassion,
fed another's body, mind and spirit,
provided shelter and safety,
released another to grow
in the direction
of their dreams...
those souls are the
Saturday, May 11, 2013
I realize its just another day on the calendar.
I realize that it should not be one that is harder than
any others and yet, it is.
It is our first Mothers Day without her.
Last night, as we spent time together, the sisters and I
and went through her jewelry, distributing out to
everyone, assuring that each one of the grandchildren would
get something to remind them of her,
an heirloom to remember her by.
I thought it would be hard, it was not.
It was easier for us to be together than it has been
to be apart from them. As we shared memories, spoke of
the last few months, we made those promises that I guess
many do after loosing a parent,
"lets not loose what we have built in the last few months
taking care of Mommy"
"lets promise at least once a month to get together"
As I drive home, that part is the hard part, leaving them,
realizing that the family glue is gone and although
we all mean what we say on this day, we also
are afraid, afraid that we will go on with our lives,
and we will never be as close as we are now,
as we were when taking care of our dear Mommy.
Then there is tomorrow, each of us with plans
on spending the day with our own families,
realizing that for the first Mothers Day in our lives,
we do not have our dear Mom. The feeling of
orphan comes to mind, which seems so silly as I am
almost 50. Buy you see, no matter how old you are,
when you are with your Mommy, with your older siblings,
you are still in many ways, Just the "baby of the family"
and I liked that position. I like that even though
I am grown with grown children of my own, when I am
with them I am still just their baby sister.
Part of that is gone, again Mommy was the glue.
Tomorrow I plan on spending the day with BB and Kd,
Bean and Kd's gracious family who has not only invited but
insisted I spend the day with them.
On Monday gypsy baby and kelmiester along with bb and his
little family will gather for our own Mothers day celebration
I will cook gypsy baby's favorite food and we will
spend the evening together.
In some ways, tomorrow I feel like I would want to just
stay home, not in sadness, not in loneliness but just
to reflect and take time for myself to come to grips with
my loss. I won't do this, I will spend the day with the
guilbeau/Cresionne' family because that is what will make
my children happy.
Life goes on, I know this loss is and will continue to get better,
the first of each holiday without her will be the hardest.
My prayer is that I and my sisters work hard on
continuing what my mother managed to do in the
last few months of her life, get us together,
bond us in ways we had not bonded in for years.
Happy Mothers Day!
If you no longer have your mom, I feel your pain,
if you are fortunate to still have your mom,
hug her, tell her what she means to you, give
her an extra kiss from me,
the "baby of the family"
who is almost 50 but feeling like an orphan.
Friday, May 10, 2013
Today will be one of those days, just like Sunday will be.
It will be one of those days that the realization of loosing
my Mommy comes full force.
I know I have to move on, I know I cannot spend the rest
of my life "feeling sorry for myself"
I am not that kind. I am not a martyr, I am a hopeless optimistic.
Even knowing all of this, even feeling better as the days
pass before me about the loss, I will continue to have
those milestones that the great loss of my Mommy is first in my mind and heart.
Someone told me after two weeks of the loss,
that I can't continue to go around moping.
I knew this was true but I also felt sad.
I thought, if I died, would my children and those that
love me be "well" after two weeks?
I would hope that the loss of me would linger past two weeks.
Putting all this aside, today will be a hard one but also
a beautiful one as my siblings and I will meet in Thibodaux
to go through Mom's jewelry and write thank you cards.
We had to put it off for a few weeks because of vacations
some of us had planned and I know, although we are so
excited to all be together again for the first time
since Mommy left us, we also know this is and end
to another chapter, something we have to do to move on.
Sunday is also Mothers Day, a day in our family growing up
that never got ignored. My Daddy always bought
Mommy a gift until the kids were old enough to buy it
for him. He never used that saying some husbands do,
"You not my Mother"
He, instead, always honored her as the Mother of his children,
a thank you for all she did for us, for his children.
Yep, my dad was no romantic and if you only knew him in
his older sicker years, you would never believe he did this
but he did. Just like each morning when he served her
coffee in bed.
I wish I could just sleep the day away.
Gypsy baby is working and I know Kd and BB
will be spending the day with their own little family.
We will gather here on Monday for gypsy and kelmiester's
favorite meal, chicken fricassee' (stew to most of you)
we will play games or make a puzzle or play a game
but regardless, I am hoping for an evening with all my babies.
Sunday, wish I could just take it off the calendar.
Wow, long winded this morning,
Needing extra strength, extra pain management,
needing my sisters today.
Forgive me if I ran on and on today, but
I gain comfort when I put it down and share it with others.
If you are blessed with a mother, give her extra hugs
this Mothers day. Don't just give her a gift, rather
write her a love letter, enclose all that is good in her,
all that makes her special to you, the appreciation for all
she does for you. Do not take her for granted, not Sunday not any day.
I can attest that there is no Mother out there that would
rather a love note than a gift.
Thursday, May 9, 2013
I have blogged a few times of my dear friend, Patricia and
her sweet girls. I don't think I have ever spoke of her husband, the
girls daddy, Blair. From the first time I met him I knew he was not
your average husband/daddy.
It takes a special man to love his daughters the way he does and
not care what others think.
Growing up, although I knew my daddy loved me, I sometimes
longed to hear the words of what he thought of me,
often wondered how he felt to have 5 daughters.
Then I married HOBL and wished often that he was the
kind of man who could share his feelings with his kids.
He loved them, that was obvious, but always shy to speak to them
about that. I have told many men be the kind of father that buys
your daughter a gift from you. They don't even know what a gift given
and picked out by your daddy, given to his precious daughter does for
her self esteem, spend time with your little girl, just the two of you,
I am so proud when I see and hear Baby Boy plan an outing with
just he and Bean.
BAck to Blair, he is that kind of daddy, never afraid to show
his love for his girls and his wife.
So when I saw on Instagram that not only had he went and
shopped for his oldest daughter, bought her things she will need to
start high school, but he also enclosed this beautiful letter.
YOUR HIGH SCHOOL JOURNEY ELISE
THIBODAUX HIGH SCHOOL CLASS OF 2016.
YOUR JOURNEY HAS BEGUN, AND WHAT A JOURNEY
IT WILL BE. WHAT WILL YOU LEARN, AND WHAT WILL YOU SEE?
YOU WILL LEARN HOW TO LEARN, HOW TO THINK,
HOW TO TRY. YOU WILL FEEL EXCITED AND EXHAUSTED,
SMART AND SILLY. YOU WILL BE IMMEASURABLE
LOVED, YET SOMETIMES FEEL ALONE, THOUGH YOU
WILL NEVER BE ALONE. YOU WILL SEE
YOURSELF DIFFERENTLY, YOU WILL BE YOURSELF,
AND YOU WILL SEE OTHERS NOT FOR WHO THEY ARE,
BUT FOR WHO THEY WANT TO BECOME.
WHO THEY ARE, AND WHO YOU ARE WILL COME LATER.
RECORD YOUR THOUGHTS SO ONE DAY YOU CAN REVISIT
THOSE FEELINGS, AND RELIVE THOSE MOMENTS.
EVEN THE SAD ONES YOU WILL HAVE.
THEY WILL ADD WEIGHT AND COMFORT TO
THE FOND ONES.
THIS WILL BE THE TIME YOU ARE PUSHED TO EXCEL,
AND YOU SHOULD BE.
THE MORE YOU ARE PUSHED BY OTHERS, THE HARDER
YOU WILL PUSH YOURSELF, AND THE GREATER
YOU PUSH BACK AGAINST BOTH, THE
STRONGER YOUR FOUNDATION WILL BE, AND
THE FURTHER YOU WILL LAUNCH YOURSELF INTO
A LIMITLESS FUTURE.
LIKE BAND CAMP AND OTHER THINGS YOU HAVE DONE.
IT WILL BE HARDER THAN IT HAS TO BE, BUT IT
WILL BE WORTH MORE BECAUSE OF IT.
TAKE EVERY DAY LIKE YOU WERE GIVEN EXTRA GIFTS
TO SHARE, BLESSED IN DIFFERENT WAYS.
ALL THAT WE ASK, AND WHAT WE EXPECT IS THAT YOU
TAKE GOD'S BLESSINGS AND USE THEM TO LOVE
THE LIFE HE HAS GIVEN YOU TO THE FULLEST
AND HELP THOSE WHO CANNOT HELP THEMSELVES.
I always knew Blair was an exceptional father,
this in only one more way he proves it.
I cried when I read this. How many girls would love to have words
of advice from their daddy?
If you are a father, do this, write a journal on how much your little girl
means to her, on her birthday, but a gift yourself to give to your
princess. Write her love notes, often.
Yesterday, BB kept Bean from school, they spent the day
together on the boat and the song,
"AND SHE THINKS WE JUST FISHING"
came to mind when enjoying the pictures.
There will be many days as little girls grow up that
they will make mistakes, they will be sassy and scream
for their independence. You daddy's will worry and loose nights
of sleep as she gets older, it is why it is so important to share
the feelings you have for her now and as she grows.
Thanks to the whole Degruise family for allowing me
to share their most intimate moment with others.
Daddy's love your daughters.
Wednesday, May 8, 2013
I cannot stop watching or reading about the three missing girls
who were found yesterday.
When I hear of missing persons these days I always think
they are dead. Then you hear of these types of stories and
it gives you hope for all those others who are missing.
and there is that 6 year old, the daughter of Amanda Berry.
Ten years missing, ten years!
I think, 10 years and every day I am sure they tried to find
a way out as yesterday has been reported.
I would have thought after ten years they would have
been brainwashed but if you hear the 911 call,
you will hear in Amanda's voice she wanted out.
this morning I am full of thoughts of all that
has happened in their families while they were gone.
the roller coaster they are on, being happy they are
finally free only to find out people you love are now dead,
children in your life, grown up now.
It is a miracle, a big old miracle because they are alive but
also full of sadness as they cannot gain the 10 years back.
YOu know there was abuse, you know there was sexual
abuse, you know the 6 year old Amanda calls her daughter
is also the daughter of one of these men.
Today, they are happy as they find out all that has gone
on in their name and I am sure they are also sad,
sad for the things that were taken away from them
in the last 10 years. Amanda Berry is very outspoken
and all over the news today but little of the two
other women. Having trouble wrapping my thoughts
around such a terrible crime, find even myself going
from happiness one minute to sadness, anger is mixed
in there. Today I will pray the rosary, something I am trying
to do every day since my dear Mommy died, today
I will dedicate the rosary and my walk to all involved
in this case. I ask you to also spend a little time
praying for them all.
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
The pictures will tell the whole story of the wonderful day
we had on Sunday, celebrating the annual
My mommy was one of the first members, having
been one to begin the womens' group called
Ladies of LaSaLette.
The weather was beautiful the company even more so.
The dedication given by Ms. Sybil was touching and brought
tears to many eyes. Ms. T-Lyoy, was a few months younger than
my mom. Although we all said this is a day for celebration,
happiness, gratitude for the love of mothers and daughters,
Mommy's bestie, below, had trouble keeping her tears
from flowing, trouble speaking to any of us without crying.
She and my Mommy have been friend since the early days
of their elementary years just like I and my besties are.
She is the last one still alive from all her best friends and
that in itself has to be enough to draw the emotions this sweet
lady shared on this day.
Mommy would have been so, so proud. Each year she bragged
in her way, that she had the most gathers when it came to mothers
and daughters, this year, we beat every year before.
I do not remember the full count but I know it was over 30.
Towards the end of the party, Ms. Sybil comes out
with an angel food cake topped with whip cream and strawberries.
Just the sight of the cake made us who knew my Mommy want
to cry. Ms. Sybil goes on to explain a small part of
the kind of woman my Mommy was. Any time there
was any type of luncheon or church gathering my Mommy
made this cake. Not because it was easy, not because it was
delicious. Her reasoning was because one of her friends,
Mr. Mac Rome was a diabetic and could not have most of
the desserts so she always made sure he would have something
to end his meal with.
She was that kind of woman, could be sarcastic a tad bossy
but always, always helpful and thinking of others.
Enjoy the pictures and see the love that surrounded
the 2013 mother/daughter tea.
|Ms. Sybil and Mommy's bestie, Ms. T-Lyoy|
|Elizabeth and Alyssa, great cousins|
|Ellen and Dominique, my sweet godchild.|
|Kd, Bean and Cathy|
|My gypsy baby|
|abigail and Lillian|
|Emily and Abigail|
|abigail, bean, lillian and ellen|
|my tedi and her favorite nannie|
|i love this child with my whole heart!|
|ms. barbara, elizabeth and celeste|
|tiffy and tedi|
|kelmiester and her mommy, norma|
|sis in law, cheryl, em and abigail|
|my date, bestie baby-Lindsey, how i love this girl!|
|another of my godchildren and her baby girl|
|my bean and her "muzie"|
|kd and her mommy|
|bean loves her 'coosins"|
|rebecca and her baby girl, ellen|
|kelmiester and gypsy baby, love the relationship they are building.|
|veronica and two of her three girls,|
I don't know how, in all my pictures, i have none of Tie,
but she was there.
|if you add Mommy's picture, 4generations here. Sister Simone|
and her baby, minta, holding her baby, Lillian
|cousins more like sisters, so silly together|
|bean, her first modeling debut, only two and|
she loved the stage!
|and here, our Mommy's body rests, back with my daddy,|
but this is just a holding cell for her body, she is
on a bigger and better journey.