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, January 26, 2016

Amanda's Eighth Heavenly Birthday ~ January 16, 2016

This date has come around yet another time. And again we sent balloons to our Sweet Angel. This year we are in Florida, so they were set free from our favorite beach in Deerfield. The water glistened from the reflection of the bright yellow sun. It was a perfect day.

The beach was crowded. Everyone was having fun enjoying the day. They had no idea the holes in Ken's and my heart were hurting. The years pass, but the pain does not. The only change is that we have somehow learned to live with the pain. And that is what we will do until we meet our Sweet Angel again. Papa and Nana love you, Amanda Lynn, to infinity and beyond.

PS ~ Don't know if I ever mentioned Amanda has the middle name of her mother.
Hugs and kisses,

Saturday, January 24, 2015

Amanda's Seventh Heavenly Birthday ~ January 16, 2015

It is so hard to fathom that Amanda was born into Heaven seven years ago. I can still feel her in my arms and touching her sweet face. She is so beautiful; looking so much like her Mommy. But those feet. They are definitely her Daddy's.

Because I was not able to go to the cemetery this year, Ken and I sent seven white balloons floating high into the sky. Most of us visualize Heaven as "up." Wherever it is, we hope Amanda got to see our celebration of  her birth. We spent time talking about the short time we shared with our youngest granddaughter and just how much we love and miss her.

I often feel Amanda's presence, especially during difficult times in my life. I know Amanda is always there for all of her family to call on for strength. I was recently hospitalized with a serious illness and I saw our sweet angel there to give me the strength I needed to fight to live.

Amanda, I think of you each day and will until the day we are together. I love you with all my heart.
Hugs and kisses,

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Making Strides Against Breast Cancer Walk ~ October 19, 2014

Kristen and her team walked again this year through 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 in my life that something good did not evolve from it. Those good memories I keep in my heart. I am still waiting to learn the good that came from this demon. I will wait. It will happen.

Throughout Kristen's treatment I did not shed tears only because she told me she had to be surrounded by positive people. I occasionally cry when I think back at all our sweet daughter had to endure. And she did it not alone, but with the love and help of many more people than you see in this picture. God, family and friends stood by Kristen's side. And I thank them.
Hugs and kisses,

Friday, September 19, 2014

Love This Old Picture ~ Emily's Second Easter

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. How quickly the years are flying.

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 and go, "Aw."
Hugs and kisses,

Thursday, September 18, 2014

Alex's First Communion - 2014

Hugs and kisses,

Monday, July 7, 2014

Emily Xian's First Communion ~ April 21, 2013

Hugs and kisses,

Wednesday, June 4, 2014

Will You Dance With Me Revisited?

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:~)

Monday, September 21, 2009

Will You Dance With Me?

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.

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 you say?

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,