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.
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
A Celebration of Aunt Irene's Life
June 3rd we had a great "Celebration of Aunt Irene's Life." We celebrated with a yummy cake and ice cream. But most important, we reflected on the way Aunt Irene touched our lives. I asked everyone what (s)he immediately thought of when (s)he heard Aunt Irene's name. The funniest answer was Kristen said whenever I ask the kids if they want fruit I sound just like Aunt Irene. She always said, "Would you like a nice piece of fruit?" I never realized I said that.
Although I'm not surprised that I say and do many things like my special person. I could go on and on recalling all the happy memories I have of times spent with Aunt Irene and Uncle Manuel. They made me feel so special; actually they still make me feel special. I will miss them every day of my life. But I am so lucky the sound of their names brings a smile to my face and love in my heart.
I hope you all have that "special person" in your lives. Hugs and kisses,
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.