It is springtime. New life. Blooming, throbbing, fresh. Its a good time to be living.
My sister on her 17th. I think she's beautiful.
My Granddaddy died on the 14th. It was so hard seeing him in that hospital bed so tiny compared to his usually healthy self. So weak he couldn't sit in a chair without flopping over. His hands, though. They were still big and masculine at his death. They could give a tight, hearty, loving squeeze all the way to the very end. He loved his food. And that was what he could no longer enjoy these last days, weeks. One of his favorite things was a Carolina Burger. A hamburger with all the trimmings. Pizza was another favorite. Fried apples and fried chicken. Sweet-potato casserole and greens. Chicken liver and gizzards. He was craving a fudge-sicle the day before and the day of his death. He was asking everybody for one. He asked the nurses, the doctors, his children, his grandchildren; anyone who came into his room or called him on the phone. "Do you think you could get me a fudge-sicle?" Mom bought him a box of 12. He ate a small bight of one and said that was enough. It wasn't as good as it used to be. Nothing on earth could satisfy him. It brought him closer to Jesus. But all the time he was sick he never lost his sense of humor and teasing. One time Dad was asking the nurse about something to do with the blood she was giving him and Granddaddy asked, "What about the bloodhounds?!" He was kidding us. His hearing was very good and he gave a wink as he said it. Dad was puzzled for a bit but we all got a good laugh out of it! I think the nurses were touched by his joyful attitude even in hardest of times. One time he told nurse Rick, "I'm somewhere between earth and heaven." I love you Granddaddy. I always will. I look forward to seeing you again!
The hospital he was at had this very unique piece of art in the parking area. The men began to saw and the dogs tail wagged when the wind blew the fan around. I love how colorful it is!
I also love this piece!
And the fountain! It was nice to cool off in the mist on the hot days. At night, there were colored light at the bases of each fountain, making the whole thing look brilliant!
Can you imagine how long it took to paint this?!
And this is what my house looks like from my driveway.
This was a very random post. Like most of my posts....
My sister on her 17th. I think she's beautiful.
The smudge in the sky appeared on the lens after a beach trip one time.... Much cleaning will not erase it. :( I could touch up the photo though...
My Granddaddy died on the 14th. It was so hard seeing him in that hospital bed so tiny compared to his usually healthy self. So weak he couldn't sit in a chair without flopping over. His hands, though. They were still big and masculine at his death. They could give a tight, hearty, loving squeeze all the way to the very end. He loved his food. And that was what he could no longer enjoy these last days, weeks. One of his favorite things was a Carolina Burger. A hamburger with all the trimmings. Pizza was another favorite. Fried apples and fried chicken. Sweet-potato casserole and greens. Chicken liver and gizzards. He was craving a fudge-sicle the day before and the day of his death. He was asking everybody for one. He asked the nurses, the doctors, his children, his grandchildren; anyone who came into his room or called him on the phone. "Do you think you could get me a fudge-sicle?" Mom bought him a box of 12. He ate a small bight of one and said that was enough. It wasn't as good as it used to be. Nothing on earth could satisfy him. It brought him closer to Jesus. But all the time he was sick he never lost his sense of humor and teasing. One time Dad was asking the nurse about something to do with the blood she was giving him and Granddaddy asked, "What about the bloodhounds?!" He was kidding us. His hearing was very good and he gave a wink as he said it. Dad was puzzled for a bit but we all got a good laugh out of it! I think the nurses were touched by his joyful attitude even in hardest of times. One time he told nurse Rick, "I'm somewhere between earth and heaven." I love you Granddaddy. I always will. I look forward to seeing you again!
The hospital he was at had this very unique piece of art in the parking area. The men began to saw and the dogs tail wagged when the wind blew the fan around. I love how colorful it is!
I also love this piece!
Can you imagine how long it took to paint this?!
Wisteria smells so amazing!
Does anyone with good eyes ever wonder what it is like to have bad eyes? Well I have bad eyes and I thought it would be kinda cool to show you what the world looks like to me when I take my glasses off. So this is my sister being my model.
And this is what my house looks like from my driveway.
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| Buttercups. They sound so delicious! |
I leave for Haiti on Tuesday.
So sorry to hear about the loss of your grandfather Prissy. I lost mine about a year ago as well, it's so hard when loved ones pass but such a sweet comfort to know that they are with the Lord.
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Thanks, Hannah. We miss him a lot. I'm sorry about your own Grandfather.
DeleteI love your memories of Granddaddy! I miss him too! God did an amazing work in his heart at the end of his life and he just became sweeter. I am thankful for the times we were able to spend getting to know one another better. I love all your pictures and yes you do have a beautiful sister, just like you and your other sisters!
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