Sometimes I just need to paint something fun. No commission, no juried event and no rules to follow. Just a mini mental therapy session. Me and my brush. Painting alone in my basement listening to some tunes on Alexia. She always knows what I like to listen too. (Yes I know I’m telling her what to play. 🤪)
So good morning everyone and have a great day. This rooster has been sold and looking to go to its new home. I’m told it’s a gift for mom. ❤️
I have had many different titles in life. Being a daughter, sister or friend were titles I didn’t give a lot of thought too. They didn’t feel like special titles, but more about the roles in life that I found myself in.
As I entered the adult world and began my work life there were more titles that came with different responsibilities. Titles that would define my position in the agency I worked for. Titles taken away when I retired. But in 1988 I got a new title. One that I still have today. It is one of my most cherished of titles. I’m called grandma.
So when I learned that two dear friends of mine were becoming grandma and grandpa for the very first time, I wanted to do something special. They have sent us pictures of their granddaughter when she was born, her first day in child care and her first tooth. Yep, I remember well the excitement of those moments.
So here’s to you Grandma and Grandpa. Enjoy your new titles. Enjoy making memories. Enjoy the laughs and hugs. Especially enjoy the kisses and the cuddles. That is the very very best thing about this new title.
I love to hear “Grandma I miss you”, which makes me so glad I lived to enjoy this moment. ❤️
Saying goodbye to someone you love is one of the hardest things we have to do. “Death is part of life” or “God doesn’t give us more then we can handle”. It’s what people say. It may not be very comforting but we struggle with finding the right words.
Sometimes we show we care with a unique piece of art. Art created from a photo. The photo taken on one of the best days of their life. A photo that brings the gift recipient to tears. This painted box will be given to Pete’s wife. Pete died this year and has created a huge void.
I read once that we all die twice. The first death is when we leave our physical bodies. The next death is when there is no one left who remembers your name. I guess that’s why people want roads and buildings named after them. We are afraid to be forgotten.
I don’t need to be remembered forever. I’m guessing Pete didn’t want that either. Pete’s wife and family loved him deeply and his loss will be forever felt. It is who we love and how we treat those we care about that really matters.
I hope that I make a positive difference in at least one person’s life. I can think of a whole lot of people that have made me a stronger and better person. If you want to know how you’ve made my life better? I will gladly tell you.