Chronicles of Nana

The trees stand naked in the wind….the mountains are dusted with an early snow…the valley rests below. One lone globe willow difiantly holds onto it’s leaves as the breeze kisses it’s branches. The snowbirds across the street have packed up their RV and have headed to California …and my feet can not find warmth.

TIME MARCHES ON….

Halloween has come and gone…the spooks and goblins have been placed in storage  but the candy still lingers. The earth is preparing for a long winter’s sleep. We huddle inside our home as the coming storms brew. However, preparations have begun and long time traditions prevail…

PREPARATIONS….

Our Christmas child has begun her work in decorating the house and yard. She prepares for her daughter as once again another years has passed without a husband and father. It is still mind numbing to accept that he is gone. Everytime I look into the face of his little girl I see a moment missed, an accomplishment not seen and a deep emptiness runs through my mind. In the still of night I still wonder how his death happened and why…???

A NEW NORMAL…?

Picking up the pieces is not easy. I see it every day as my daughter attempts to put the past behind her. Sometimes she makes great strides in pushing forward only to be caught up in a recollection or memory that flashes through her mind. It touches her inner soul…and is visable to a helpless mom who is powerless to change the circumstances…

Some circumstances just won’t go away. It took over a year to sell her house but she still is being hassled by the banks…seems the bank takeover and economy has hit honest financial transactions as well. The sale of her house is lost in the backed up computers systems bulging with corruption…no fault of her own but never the less a lingering lack of closure in her life.

CELEBRATING LIFE…

This coming week will marked her spouse’s birthday…and his birthday will be celebrated like last year. A grave site visit with flowers, a birthday cake baked by his two favorite girls and the decorating of their family Christmas tree. It stands each year as a monument of hope and of a life gone too soon in the measurement of time. Memories will flood the mind and we shall gather close to shower the spirits of those we love so much…

Happy Birthday Mike…you have so touched our lives…..