october 1, 2018

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“Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next.” ~ Gilda Radner

 

uncle and nephew

 

Tonight we celebrated dad’s 80th birthday. Sixteen of us were able to gather at Ramsey’s for a Monday night dinner and he was just as tickled as he could be to see everyone. Before dinner he got a call from his brother Darrell in Flatwoods, and during dinner he got phone calls from his sister Mable in Florida and great-nephew AJ at work. The clincher of the night may well have been Marcie and Steven Terry. Marcie is dad’s baby brother James’ wife and Steven, their son, is the youngest Terry grandchild. He’s also the tallest at 6’3″. Dad has always thought Steven favors his dad, but after James died, I noticed that dad longs to talk with him. He was visibly moved that Steven and Marcie drove from Stanton on a work night to be with him. It meant the world to me and mom, too. This family really pulled together to give dad a wonderful birthday. We didn’t think he’d survive to see 80, and everybody at that table was keenly aware of the gift we’ve been given to celebrate him once more. Never take your people for granted. Celebrate them at every opportunity.

 

photo by unknown Ramsey’s waitress

 

photo by unknown Ramsey’s patron (who had more energy than his golfing buddies)

april 17, 2016

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“I feel that we should attempt to experience life in all possible ways. The good and the bad, the bitter and sweet, the dark and light, the summer and winter; and everything else in between… because the more experience you have, the more you develop a sensitivity and understanding with everything you come into contact with, and the more mature you become.” ~ Daniel Bilog

 

little brother
beloved brother

 

There’s a lot going on, major change is in the air. I was in West Liberty seeing my folks, and on my way out, I stopped at Mark’s grave. I depended on him to always be there, to remember all the glorious things we did together as children. Our childhoods are as intertwined as if we were siblings. I stopped to tell him I miss him, and talk over a few things. I drove up 191 and stopped at two family graveyards. I stopped to tell them I miss them, and talk over a few things. It was a beautiful spring day to take stock of one’s blessings, and blessings never die.

 

ancestors
ancestors