Time

The past is just a memory. The future is unforseeable. All we have is right here, right now. 

This very moment. 

I’m hearing stories of my father-in-law. 

Of how he grew up with a twin sister and they were the second youngest of 17 kids. 

Of how his first job working at gas station, he made $25 a week and would give most of it away to kids for new shoes, or to go to the circus, or for fries and drink, or to go to the movies. 

Of how much he loved kids, particularly his grandkids. He would walk for hours to get a granddaughter to sleep when her father just couldn’t do it. He always had a joke or would act a clown to make them laugh. He would pass them his spare change. He always had a treat for them.

Of how he knew so many people and touched so many lives in big ways and small. Whether through an act of kindness, the giving of a nickname, or just talking their ears off, he was an influence far and wide. 

Of his use of the English language. There were no swear words in his vocabulary, though he swore enough to make a sailor blush. To him they were just verbs, adverbs, and adjectives. 

Of his days working as a welder.  I’m told that whatever job he was on he was always one of the best. Though that doesn’t surprise me because he always took pride in his work. 

Of how he loved company. He truly believed the more the merrier. He’d invite friends and tell them to bring their friends. It wasn’t uncommon for friends to arrive with their friend’s friends. Then he would start up the BBQ and feed you. 

Of how some animals liked his home better than their owners’ home so they’d come live with him instead. He adopted stray cats. He adopted a bearded dragon that couldn’t travel with his granddaughter. 

Of how he would bail kids out of trouble. He would give them a place to sleep when they were tired. He would feed them when they were hungry. 

Of how much he gave. His money. His time. His tools. His Jeep. A listening ear or an earful. His home. 

He gave me his greatest treasure… His daughter and his family. For that I’m forever grateful. 

His memorial service was Saturday. There was food and a few swear words, the place was packed, memories shared and laughter rang through the tears. 

Sunday Share

Today marks the 15th anniversary of 9/11. I remember it vividly. I was in the small college town of Frostburg, Maryland, working as a resident director and co-teaching a freshman orientation class. I entered class at 8 am or a few minutes before and was chatting with the students who had already arrived waiting for my teaching partner. He comes in a few minutes late and breaks the news to us. At that time only one of the Trade Towers had collapsed. We convened and quickly decided to cancel class so that we could back to our dorms to help out any students who may need it and to allow our students to make the contacts they needed.

Upon my return to my dorm, I found out the Trade Tower had collapsed, a plane had crashed into the pentagon and another crashed 45 minutes north of campus in Stonycreek Township, Pennsylvania.

wall

Photo courtesy of my mom. Wall of Names memorial for United Airlines 93. One name per wall (including an unborn child) for the 44 victims.

Homemakers United
Ahh… those pre-parenting jitters. So different than the too-much-caffiene jitters

A Rum Kind of Mum
A new kind of Olympics

Minisdoodles
Of boys and girls

Mom Antics
How to let your toddler get their way…

Ah Dad
Bingo at the gym…

A Momma’s View
All the small things…

Time lapse while mowing
Check out the short time lapse of this guy mowing his yard…