Tuesday, October 10, 2006

Survival

Well, I survived today. Every "Happy Birthday" ripped a piece of my heart from my chest. I have a really, really hard time being happy when I am now working on my 23rd year of memories in which my mate will not share.

Now, I begin the miserable trek to 10/09/07.

On the bright side, I have two great Freshmen Families - my parents & siblings and my children & their dad.
-mo
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Monday, October 09, 2006

22

Mama was 2 months away from marriage, 14 months away from motherhood.

Me? 22 and never been pursued.
Happy Birthday, you say? My best response is I'll try.
-mo
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Thursday, October 05, 2006

Going to Grandma's

I guess last weekend was pretty eventful. This is post #3 inspired by the two days.

I went to Grandma's house for the first time since somebody else has lived there. The new inhabitants have erected fences outside and walls inside. But to me, it's still Grandma's house. In my mind, I can still walk in from the carport, turn around the corner, and see her sitting in her chair, the ceiling fan whizzing above her. If I let my mind wander back almost ten years, the chair beside her is not empty. Granddaddy sits there. As I turn the corner, he says, "Hey, pretty girl! Whatcha know?" Their chairs are two of the four recliners in this one room. There's a couch along the wall - which is almost covered with pictures of Trussell children - between the door and Grandma, and there's a love seat on the wall across from the big screen TV and the little gas heater. A small bookshelf is below a window to outside, between the TV and the door. Between Granddaddy and the love seat is a hat (or coat) rack holding caps and gourds. Behind the two recliners on the far end of the room are a couple of bookshelves and the toys that have survived at least three generations of Trussells. On the wall with the love seat is a window into Grandma's kitchen. A small TV sits in the window so Grandma never has to choose between a meal and Wheel of Fortune.

I wish I were an artist and could paint the scenes of Grandma's house. So much of what is Grandma's house could never be conveyed on canvas, but I would like to try. I don't want to forget.

Unless you are one of the six (or 10, if you count the greats) who had the privilege of calling this place Grandma's house, you may not understand this post or the significance of what I have described. For us, I have described a picture of happy memories.
-mo

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Tuesday, October 03, 2006

Holes

I also learned...

...dogs cannot fill person-sized holes in people's lives. A man whose dog is his best friend is a lonely man. Dogs make bad husband-substitues, and they make lousy children. Dogs are good for being dogs.

Dogs cannot replace people; people cannot replace dogs.
-mo

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Home

Home is my favorite place on earth.

I learned this weekend that home is one of the loneliest places on earth. The people there love me; they care about what's going on in my life; they pay attention to what I have to say. But, they are all coupled. Everywhere I go, I am the odd one. When everybody's home, there's Mama&Daddy, April&Tim, Joy&Andrew (who is not part of the family but is too often around anyway), Granny&Popa, Uncle Earl&Aunt Patricia, Uncle Richard&Aunt Donna, etc. Then, there's Wissa. Just Wissa. Lonely Wissa.

Yet, home is my favorite place on earth.
-mo
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