Tuesday, January 3, 2012

In The Blink Of An Eye

I am still spending a good portion of my brain matter thinking about 2012.  I have my "word" for 2012 (grace) and I have my quilt challenges laid out before me. But, the biggest impact on my ruminations has been the passing of my mother and the recent passing of my mother "SO."  He would be appalled to be refereed by this moniker.  They met around 1980 when he sailed into the harbor and stayed.  They had been inseparable, sailing and traveling the world.  They both lived large and were committed to each other.  His life totally changed when mom had her first illness in May 2011.  At 94 he couldn't stay by himself and so was displaced to his children.  Then, there was the note on her calendar...Ernie was coming home.  She died 2 days before that was going to happen.  He said he lived a good life and that he had a great run with mom.  He would hang on till Christmas but there was no reason for him to stay any longer...and so on Dec. 31st he peacefully left this life...not taking one step into a new year.  They were together longer than my parents were before my dad passed. He was the only grandfather my sons ever knew. He had lost 2 wives, his first in childbirth while he was away in the military and the second to cancer after raising 3 additional children.  They were two committed, hardworking individuals that found a way to create a life together.  Soooo, 2012 for us will be one of change because we will be paying attention at our age to what we want our life to look and feel like.  We have had 2 individuals who have given us many lessons.  And, we now know...that life can change in the blink of an eye.

Yesterday was a peaceful day spent with HH.  Much to my surprise he had the day off. I got up early and pieced a couple of stars while listening to a book on CD.  After breakfast we took a walk on the river trail behind our house and came upon this little tree that someone had hiked to and decorated for the holidays.  Enzo was so funny....he knew this was not normal and so stretched his body way out...not getting too close to the alien tree but allowing him to sniff the balls for danger.


The as we were heading back and cut through a grassy field we came upon this sight on a picnic bench.  Someone had found a pair of glasses and put them in a baggie hoping for the owner to return and find them.  I love the people of Central Oregon!


Hope you have a good Tuesday.  That there will be sewing and friends involved.

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