This is my second blog written to capture memories made with our grandchildren. The link to my first blog, "Meet Our Grandchildren," is listed below in the right hand column. Hope you have time to read some of it. Our journey to becoming grandparents has been full of adventure and much love.
Kristen and her team walked again this year in Washington Park in Albany's Making Strides Against Breast Cancer. She walked as a two year breast cancer survivor. My day was filled with so many emotions; happiness, sadness, laughter, tears, bad memories, good memories, The list is very long. I am over the moon that Kristen walks as a breast cancer survivor. I am sad for those I saw walking who were bald and looked so ill. I remember being told Kristen had breast cancer. I remember how painful it was for all who love Kristen to see how sick the cure for her cancer made her. I have never lived through a bad situation that something good did not evolve from it. Those good memories I keep in my heart.Throughout Kristen's treatment I did not shed tears only because she told me she had to be surrounded by positive people. I often cry now when I mentally think back at all our sweet daughter had to endure. And she did it not alone, but with the love and help of five four times the number of people you see in this picture.
Hugs and kisses,
I was scavenging through pictures yesterday looking for one of Kristen's and Corey's wedding when I happened upon this one of Emily and Kara. It is years old! Emily is nine and in third grade now. Kara is thirteen and in eighth grade now. It reminds me of just how close their bond was from the very beginning. It also reminds me of how quickly the years are flying by.
I always say, "It is all about memories." Right now, this picture is all about one of my memories. The time will come when Emily and Kara will look at it go, "Aw."
Hugs and kisses,
I posted this on my first blog, The Ryan Clan, almost five years ago. Am I still making lots of these excuses; pretty much. Just in case some of you are, I decided to share this again. Do something fun today with someone who is important to you. Have a great day:~)
This is posted on my grandmothers of internationally adopted children
Yahoo group. Elva shares many words of wisdom. I had to share this with
all of you. It hit home with me.
Will You Dance With Me? READ THIS VERY SLOWLY.... IT'S PRETTY PROFOUND.
Too many people put off something that brings them joy just because they haven't thought about it, don't have it on their schedule, didn't know it was coming or are too rigid to depart from their routine. I got to thinking one day about all those women on the Titanic who
passed up dessert at dinner that fateful night in an effort to cut back.
From then on, I've tried to be a little more flexible...
How many women out there will eat at home because their husband didn't suggest going out to dinner until after something had been thawed? Does the word 'refrigeration' mean nothing to you? How often have your kids dropped in to talk and sat in silence while you watched 'Jeopardy' on television? I cannot count the times I called my sister and said, 'How about going to
lunch in a half hour? She would gas up and stammer, 'I can't. I have
clothes on the line. My hair is dirty. I wish I had known yesterday. I had
a late breakfast, it looks like rain.' And my personal favorite: 'It's
Monday.' She died a few years ago. We never did have lunch together.
Because Americans cram so much into their lives, we tend to schedule our
headaches. We live on a sparse diet of promises we make to ourselves
when all the conditions are perfect! We'll go back and visit the grandparents when we get Steve toilet-trained. We'll entertain when we replace the living-room carpet.... We'll go on a second honeymoon when we get two more kids out of college.
Life has a way of accelerating as we get older. The days get shorter,
and the list of promises to ourselves gets longer.. One morning, we
awaken, and all we have to show for our lives is a litany of 'I'm going
to,' 'I plan on,' and 'Someday, when things are settled down a bit.'
When anyone calls my 'seize the moment' friend, she is open to adventure
and available for trips. She keeps an open mind on new ideas. Her
enthusiasm for life is contagious. You talk with her for five minutes,
and you're ready to trade your bad feet for a pair of roller blades and
skip an elevator for a bungee cord...
My lips have not touched ice cream in 10 years. I love ice cream. It's
just that I might as well apply it directly to my stomach with a spatula
and eliminate the digestive process. The other day, I stopped the car
and bought a triple-decker. If my car had hit an iceberg on the way
home, I would have died happy.
Now....go on and have a nice day. Do something you WANT to......not
something on your SHOULD DO list. If you were going to die soon and had
only one phone call you could make, who would you call and what would
And why are you waiting? Make sure you read this to the end; you will
understand why I sent this to you. Have you ever watched kids playing on
a merry- go-round or listened to the rain lapping on the ground? Ever
followed a butterfly's
erratic flight or gazed at the sun into the fading night? Do you run
through each day on the fly? When you ask ' How are you?' Do you hear
the reply? When the day is done, do you lie in your bed with the next
hundred chores running through your head? Ever told your child, 'We'll
do it tomorrow.' And in your haste, not see his sorrow? Ever lost touch?
Let a good friendship die? Just call to say 'Hi?' When you worry and
hurry through your day, it is like an unopened gift.....Thrown
away........ Life is not a race, Take it slower. Hear the music before
the song is over.
To those I have sent this to..... I cherish our friendship and
appreciate all you do. 'Life may not be the party we hoped for... but
while we are here we might as well dance!'
Hugs and kisses,
Isn't this sketch wonderful? Wouldn't you agree who ever drew it has been blessed with a precious gift? Every time I study it I see something new to my eyes. And my eyes fill with tears knowing this drawing was made just for me.
Now I will share the story behind it. I have a thirteen year old granddaughter who used to be this silly little girl who spent overnights with her Nana dressing up in night gowns; laughing at some funny thing her Nana said or laughing with her Nana just to laugh. That Nana was me. That granddaughter was Kara. We shared far more special times together than most nana's and granddaughter's do. And I will always treasure every one of them.
Now this silly little girl is growing up. She is thirteen. She has become this beautiful young lady on the outside with blue eyes that have always had a special glisten in them. She looks so reserved now. That silly side is only shared with her young friends. I have to admit I have been very jealous. I want that little girl back! Well, we all know that will not happen. Kara will continue to mature and develop her personality. But now I realize that special relationship shared between us has not disappeared. It has just changed its appearance.
Most artists would have just sketched the young lady sporting such a pretty dress and awesome shoes. But my granddaughter, Kara Michelle, personalized it just for me; her Nana. She let me know how much she loves me. She knows butterflies are special to me. And she included two with "NANA" written on their wings. Is Kara saying our relationship, too, has gone through a metamorphosis? Is this her way of telling me our relationship is as special as it has always been, but has changed in appearance as that caterpillar did when it changed into a butterfly? Most importantly, Kara has reinforced just how much she loves me.
Kara, I will always "love you to the moon and back!" Thank you for my precious gift; your sketch with all the love you included in it.
I can't believe it has been six years since Amanda's birth. Ken and I sent six balloons flying to her. It seemed to take a long time for them to disappear behind the clouds. Wonder how far away Heaven is? Or is it all around us? I feel our Amanda near me. That is all I need for the time being. Nana and Papa love and miss you, Amanda. Sending big hugs to you.
Hugs and kisses,
And if I go, while you're still here. .
Know that I live on,
vibrating to a different measure
-- behind a thin veil
you cannot see through.
You will not see me,
so you must have faith.
I wait for the time when
we can soar together again,
-- both aware of each other.
Until then, live your life to its fullest.
And when you need me,
just whisper my name in your heart . . . I will be there. The above rainbow appeared over Amanda's garden shortly after her family planted it. Truly a sign our Special Angel Baby is watching over us.
I have been blessed with a wonderful husband, Ken, two amazing daughters, Kristen and Michelle, their husbands, Corey and Don, and five grandchildren who have touched my heart in more ways than I can ever verbalize. My fondest memories are of my Dad spending precious time with my daughters telling stories of times gone by, building forts in his living room, eating corn toasties dripping with butter. The list goes on and on. My daughters recount these memories of Grampa Harpy to their children. This blog is my endeavor to recount special times shared and many memories made with my very special grandchildren. It is my hope they will share them with others as the years go by.