October 1, 2018

One of my favorite months.
The changing of the seasons,
a crispness to the mornings & evenings,
the smell of the earth,
the faint sound falling leaves make on their way down,
fire pit weather times,
coffee tastes even "gooder",
sweaters are comfortable now,
what a wonderful time!
I am so thankful we live in a world
​where we have Octobers. 

Momma always called me "Sam",
unless I was in trouble.
I asked her many, many, years ago why she called me "Sam".
She said, "Smart Ass Mouth".
LOLOLOL
The name stuck -
Rick, my kids, my grandkids, others ...
​Lol.

I love these times.
Some of the most precious and treasured memories.
I also miss these times.
Few seem to do this anymore :(

Shared from: 501 North Photography 
Brent Mckean
Yesterday late afternoon just before sunset,
sundog and light clouds.
​Taken in Manitoba, Canada
​

On the way to the shop this morning.
Hope your day is filled with magical moments, lots of smiles
and the absolute knowing YOU are LOVED 

October 1, 2010 · 
Momma - I love you and I miss you. A thousand times these 3 years have I looked at your number in my phone - wishing I could just call you and say I love you and I miss you. 46 years of memories flood my soul this morning!!!
8 years later ... I still miss you Momma, probably more now than ever before. Oh how I wish we could have coffee together, and just talk a while. You taught me how to give undivided attention to someone ... because that is what you did for me, for all of us. We were just worth your time. <3 Thank you Momma. I love you and I miss you.

Celebrating Your Friendversary With Your Son
Margaret, you may have known each other longer,
but 6 years ago today,
you became friends with your son, Josh, on Facebook!
Here's a look at some memories you've shared together over the years.

I love you Josh.
With all my heart.
You are a strength to me, a joy to my heart, a precious and priceless treasure.
I have always loved you ... and I forever will.
Thanking God you are mine.

As a widow you learn the hard lessons of doing without.
Sometimes even doing without your things about you.
You learn to accept, adapt, let go.
When so much has been taken by life the little things often mean the most.
I do not have many things left that Rick actually touched & even used.
Now I have one less.
I have struggled against the sadness all day,
and since it was a busy day,
it wasn't too difficult to keep it all at bay.
But now the evening comes
and with it the remembrances of all the times he touched this,
or used it.
Just a bit overwhelming.
Perhaps this is silly to some ...
​But a few will understand.