The Meems

I've shared with you over the years the dumb things I've done that have made me laugh out loud. Like that time I left my car parked on...

It's been a minute since my last post. I guess that's a good thing. I've been busy getting my life back to normal. While I was in the...

The question of when I would be released from the hospital was answered with "we'll see how you do." However, my stay in Stroke 9 was...

For some reason, hospitals now refer to foodservice as "room service." See what they did there with your expectation level? Well...

I held out hope that once the Clot-Buster successfully completed its work, I might be good to go back to our hotel room with its...

I must apologize for dragging this story out. Apparently, writing these words is therapeutic for me. As the post-stroke days trudge by,...

We heard the siren's whine getting louder and louder until the ambulance parked on the street just below our hotel room. "They're here!"...

On the evening of Saturday, July 24th, Alan, Reed (our youngest), and I sat at the dining table of my brothers-in-law, David and Russell,...

Author's Note: "I told you I was sick" served as a punch line in my family. * child barfs all over the back seat of the 1970 Vega...

I do not play the guitar. But if I did, "This Old Guitar" would be one of the first tunes I'd strum. There's a melancholy sweetness...

Alan often tells me that when he's gone, I'll miss all of the little irritating things he does that make me roll my eyes. Cabinets left...

Grief is just the darnedest thing. One minute you're sitting there eating a ham sandwich feeling happy as a clam, and the next minute...

I stood in the back room of a flower shop where "the magic happens" when it hit me. This would be the last errand I would ever run with...

Link: Helen's Celebration FF to 15:00. The link will be available for a couple of weeks. Enjoy! cel

Yesterday was amazing. The air was cool. The fountain was gurgling. I was surrounded by three people who knew my mother the very best...

Yesterday, I did something new. I gift-wrapped my mother. Let me explain. Alan went by the funeral home to pick up "Meems." That was...

Mom's home on Rockview Drive in Waco had a garage-turned-screened-in-porch that overlooked her lush backyard. The reason I know that the...

So this week it happened. Meems relinquished her withered and worn little body and entered into the full glory of God. On Tuesday, July...

This marks the eve of the 365-day anniversary of Meems' "Transitioning" to Heaven. On March 16th, 2020 I decided to no longer kiss her...

"How does goulash sound for when it's my turn to make Sunday night supper for the youth group?" Meems was like that. She planned her...