Began writing this 10/2014
Spending time with my older grandkids, I realize they know the night sky. They too have laid on the ground & starred up at the night sky in wonder. They can identify so many constellations. This makes me forever happy. Forever happy is a good feeling.
I remember taking blankets outside for my girls to lay upon & as we face upward toward the night sky ~ all we could see & all we could hear & all we could feel were, for that one moment, the exact thing ~ life. For that one moment we were so connected to this massive world, all it's mysteries & all it's delights. And mostly we were so connected to each other. Forever & ever. Forever happiness.
Love you forever,
Love you for always
wamhas
Mom
Showing posts with label feelings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label feelings. Show all posts
Thursday
Sunday
rumblings
I began this in a couple of years ago and saved in draft at that time. I can not say where this post may have went had I finished it but I don't want to let it die:
"Crocodile tears roll down into my ears. I lie in bed saddened that my mom does not know her oldest great grand daughter. Sad & mad that we picked a name like 'GG' to try to have her accept that she is a great grand mother and has a beautiful 13 year old great grand daughter."
Fast forward to 2014 and life has rolled on for all. These feelings have not so much. It sure feels like many more emotions are attaching to the singular thought of a woman who does not know her great grandchildren. It angers me more since my life is shortened.
One day I will finish this post or perhaps start anew. When I do I have no doubt crocodile tears will roll down. Of that I am certain.
"Crocodile tears roll down into my ears. I lie in bed saddened that my mom does not know her oldest great grand daughter. Sad & mad that we picked a name like 'GG' to try to have her accept that she is a great grand mother and has a beautiful 13 year old great grand daughter."
Fast forward to 2014 and life has rolled on for all. These feelings have not so much. It sure feels like many more emotions are attaching to the singular thought of a woman who does not know her great grandchildren. It angers me more since my life is shortened.
One day I will finish this post or perhaps start anew. When I do I have no doubt crocodile tears will roll down. Of that I am certain.
Labels:
daughters,
echo niche,
echoniche,
emotions,
feelings,
grand daughters,
great grandmothers,
mom,
my life
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