Wednesday, September 03, 2008

August love (aka blog giveaway), and announcing the September love . . . and other, more important love . . .

Thank you to everyone who came by for a little visit in
August, and to all these who posted. Every one of these
peoples (except Julie, who could if she wanted to) has a
blog that's worth a visit. Which is why they are linked.

Julie--my Alaska friend!
Tipper
Shelly
Catharinas
Jan
Kathleen
Contessa Kris
Angie
Beth
Sue
Nancy
Danielle (my Florida twin)
Rhonda
Zeborah
Theresa
Suzy Q
Renea
Christina
Susan
Inka
Alina
Janet
Caryl
Jackie
Joan
Cindy
Lola
sabii wabii, who runs with scissors
Linda
Robin
Jersey Girl
michi

If I missed anybody, I'm sorry. If you're lurking, then
post a comment next time, silly!

Danielle my Florida twin gets a little August love,
shown HERE (clicky linky thing).

(If you're out there, Danielle, please e-mail me
your address!)

The September love, contrary to popular belief and despite
a rumor viciously spread by, wait, that was me, is NOT
another tile, but instead the fairy sparkly hanger thing,
shown HERE (another clicky linkety).

I did hang her from the rearview mirror, but alas,
she proved to be too distracting for some of us.
Bad news for me, good news for you.

Now the really not pleasant news for me is that my
grandpa does indeed have cancer, and tomorrow I will
be going with my mom to help make arrangements--
hospice, whatever he wants. This is biting me even
more than with the other times we've gone through
this process, and it is because for as long as I've
known my grandpa, I don't really know that much about
him. Don't get me wrong, I know the important stuff,
like what a great guy he is (my husband is a lot
like him), and that we'll be seeing him again (what a
day of rejoicing that will be! No, wait, that song is
supposed to be about Jesus. But it still fits!), so
it's not a mourning without hope, it's just feeling
sorry for myself, and my mom, and my uncle, and wishing
I knew things like what his favorite color is, and what
he liked to do when he was a kid.

I aim to find some of those things out in these next
few days.

Maybe, just maybe, there's someone you love, that you
need to hang out with, too, and find out a little bit
about them. Because it really is true that you never
know when it may be too late.

Too late for here, anyway.

3 comments:

tipper said...

So sorry about your Grandpa. But what you said was so true. If he was willing-you might get him to let you record him talking to you on tape or even video. I had the opportunity to ask my Papaw somethings before he died-and I'm so glad I wrote them down-because my memory has flopped.

Thanks for the shout out of love!! I posted about a Grandfathers Clock and you today!

Robin Maria Pedrero said...

My father came close to dying last May. I call him now almost everyday.

jerseytjej said...

Enjoy what you have. I would give anything to have one of my grandparents in my life. I was able to find photos of them in their heyday and made up wonderful scrapbook layouts...I think they would approve! Gina