for David?
He's in very depressed, down place. He has told his dad he doesn't want to live this life with Crohns. Not any longer.
My son has called us to come. He called out of desperation, and we're going in the morning to let him, and all 4 of them know that we are just there to talk, and love, and give hugs and comfort, cook and do laundry ---and whatever else helps! So will gather our things, gird up our loins, and go.
My heart hurts for my little grandson, who just had life moment change to a teenager. Who cannot grab,
right now, enough hope from himself to think that living will be all worth it in the end.
Just please think and, if you believe, pray for a young, and sweet boy who is living in a dark place right now!
Thank you. ❤
the wanderer
Tuesday, August 29, 2017
Thursday, August 24, 2017
Cows, Foot and Mouth Disease, and stuff
I just had to share a thought or three with ya'll.
I remember the time Daddy and Mama were in the front seat and I was in the backseat. We rode by a dairy farm. The beautiful cows were enclosed in their fence, right there...just fence and the ditch-bank between us. I just sat, mesmerized by what I saw, dreaming about how completely and absolutely sweet their eyes looked. So peaceful. Lovely and peaceful were their eyes---all of them alike.
I opened my mouth, like 5-year-olds will, and said aloud what I wondered about.
"I wonder if we are "born again", would God let me come back as a cow?" (Good listener at church, I was. NOT! We were Baptists, not Hindu!)
Mama's head swirled around. "Where did you learn about Hinduism??!"
I could tell she was not happy---after all, we were Southern Baptists! But, I thought to myself, what is Hinduism?
I asked what that word meant and she explained the best she could to her 5-year-old.
"Will they really come back as cows, Mama?"
She said no, that God doesn't let people come back as animals like that. He made us in His image, Adam from dust, and Eve from Adam's rib. Then she wondered, again, why I wanted to "come back as a cow."
" 'Cause, Mama---look! They're so peaceful and happy! They seem to have ---like...like a peace in them. Don't you see it?"
She and Daddy had stopped their arguing when I mentioned my peaceful cow wish. They were quiet. All the way home. Their quiet didn't last through the night, though.
No, it wasn't peaceful at my home when I, at night, often went into the woods. It was near our house, but far enough to where I couldn't hear them. I slept out there. It was peaceful. When I came in the next morning, no one ever said a thing.
I also spent some time, later on, playing my own game of "hide and seek". (This is not a game I'd dare again. Who knows who they really suspected!?)
They hid bottles, and I came upon them under the linens, in drawers, the wardrobe, etc. I would take them out to the woods, pour it all out, throw the bottles as far as I could.
Satisfying sound. I remember one phase I went through where I would fill the bottles with water and replace them. ( I was really "feeling it" after all those years.) My brothers had already moved out.
Strangely enough, neither of my parents Ever said anything to me about any of it. I guess they knew....
This "Silent Disease" is really deafening at times, huh?
Mama and Daddy both stopped drinking when we explained to them that our new baby, Sherry, couldn't stay with them. I just wanted her to be safe, I told them.
They both looked stricken, but honestly, I never intended it to ever hurt them. Soon, Mama went into a state hospital, staying months, and continued going to AA meetings. We went and took Sherry,(apparently the "golden child") twice a week when we were allowed.
Daddy had about stopped drinking anyway. He stayed with us from suppertime through breakfast and went on with his day.
Sherry was only 4 when Daddy died. We had Mama move in with us for almost a year. She found her calling just like her mother, (my precious Bammie). They both found many widows who were afraid to stay alone. So they, in their own eras, had them to look after! They loved them each one like family, and we got to know them, too.
I was 21 when Daddy died, the very same age Mama was when her daddy, 49, was hit and killed on the way home from a little store. He was found in a ditch. Maybe he didn't suffer, I hope; it was 10 days before Christmas Day that year.
Daddy's daddy passed away from cancer at age 49---when Daddy was 21.
Truth really is stranger than fiction, huh!
This post has really wandered more than usual---if you made it this far. From peaceful cows to this stuff. 😎
I wish peaceful thoughts to youall. ❤
'the wanderer'
I remember the time Daddy and Mama were in the front seat and I was in the backseat. We rode by a dairy farm. The beautiful cows were enclosed in their fence, right there...just fence and the ditch-bank between us. I just sat, mesmerized by what I saw, dreaming about how completely and absolutely sweet their eyes looked. So peaceful. Lovely and peaceful were their eyes---all of them alike.
I opened my mouth, like 5-year-olds will, and said aloud what I wondered about.
"I wonder if we are "born again", would God let me come back as a cow?" (Good listener at church, I was. NOT! We were Baptists, not Hindu!)
Mama's head swirled around. "Where did you learn about Hinduism??!"
I could tell she was not happy---after all, we were Southern Baptists! But, I thought to myself, what is Hinduism?
I asked what that word meant and she explained the best she could to her 5-year-old.
"Will they really come back as cows, Mama?"
She said no, that God doesn't let people come back as animals like that. He made us in His image, Adam from dust, and Eve from Adam's rib. Then she wondered, again, why I wanted to "come back as a cow."
" 'Cause, Mama---look! They're so peaceful and happy! They seem to have ---like...like a peace in them. Don't you see it?"
She and Daddy had stopped their arguing when I mentioned my peaceful cow wish. They were quiet. All the way home. Their quiet didn't last through the night, though.
No, it wasn't peaceful at my home when I, at night, often went into the woods. It was near our house, but far enough to where I couldn't hear them. I slept out there. It was peaceful. When I came in the next morning, no one ever said a thing.
I also spent some time, later on, playing my own game of "hide and seek". (This is not a game I'd dare again. Who knows who they really suspected!?)
They hid bottles, and I came upon them under the linens, in drawers, the wardrobe, etc. I would take them out to the woods, pour it all out, throw the bottles as far as I could.
Satisfying sound. I remember one phase I went through where I would fill the bottles with water and replace them. ( I was really "feeling it" after all those years.) My brothers had already moved out.
Strangely enough, neither of my parents Ever said anything to me about any of it. I guess they knew....
This "Silent Disease" is really deafening at times, huh?
Mama and Daddy both stopped drinking when we explained to them that our new baby, Sherry, couldn't stay with them. I just wanted her to be safe, I told them.
They both looked stricken, but honestly, I never intended it to ever hurt them. Soon, Mama went into a state hospital, staying months, and continued going to AA meetings. We went and took Sherry,(apparently the "golden child") twice a week when we were allowed.
Daddy had about stopped drinking anyway. He stayed with us from suppertime through breakfast and went on with his day.
Sherry was only 4 when Daddy died. We had Mama move in with us for almost a year. She found her calling just like her mother, (my precious Bammie). They both found many widows who were afraid to stay alone. So they, in their own eras, had them to look after! They loved them each one like family, and we got to know them, too.
I was 21 when Daddy died, the very same age Mama was when her daddy, 49, was hit and killed on the way home from a little store. He was found in a ditch. Maybe he didn't suffer, I hope; it was 10 days before Christmas Day that year.
Daddy's daddy passed away from cancer at age 49---when Daddy was 21.
Truth really is stranger than fiction, huh!
This post has really wandered more than usual---if you made it this far. From peaceful cows to this stuff. 😎
I wish peaceful thoughts to youall. ❤
'the wanderer'
Friday, August 11, 2017
I AM STILL HERE....AND THERE
It's been a long time, I know since I posted. I was really enjoying showing you old pictures and introducing you to my ancestors. I'll have to see if I can find some more.
Judy,
http://judeself.blogspot.com/
at "Onward and Upward--Ever Forward", does the most delightful ancestry books for people. I want to get one done for my son as soon as the extra money comes to me. I want very much to have pictures of it, but I realized the other month or so, that I don't have very many pictures of the grandparents, etc., on his father's side, and I don't know where to get any. People are dying as we get older, and I don't know where their pictures are getting to.
I have more of my family---but I haven't been able to find enough to really get a good book together. I think it would be a much better book on your ancestors if there were at least some pictures. You can go to her website, and I think her blog has something on the sidebar about her works on ancestry books on families. They are so very well researched, and done very well in a bound book. So again, it's here :
Done so nicely with a beautiful cover and a "family tree" on the front. It has heavy paper, she goes and has it all bound together, and spends a lot of her own money for the places you go to search, and that costs her money every month. Please go and have a look for yourself, her prices are very reasonable and she even gives you a payment plan! I wish I remembered how to link to blogs with just putting it under 'here', and the link is there.
Oh, my poor mind! Will someone refresh my memory on this?
Have a good weekend, and when I have something awesome to say--I promise I'll get off my fingers and type!
Oh--by the way, my grandson, who has Crohn's, just turned 13. We were up there for 4 days for his birthday. The doctors have him on meds for the disease, and they have him on a mild dose of an antidepressant, and also a mild sleeping pill.
Yes, it does bother me to think of him having to have those, but they have tried to take him off it, and he did very poorly without it. You know, he's like all of us and can look on Google and read all about how it is. Crohn's is horrible disease and it makes you fear even going out to dinner someplace, because of stomach cramps and diarrhea. He didn't even go out for his birthday but stayed home and they brought him something. There are so many things he is finding he can't eat.
That deprivation is hard on all people---whether you live to eat or eat to live. I can't even explain to you what this is doing to him, and all of us.
Please pray for our boy, David, who is turning into a teenager, but hasn't caught up with others that age. Oh, he's very smart, he's always made straight A's, but the disease is one that keeps you from reaching puberty at the usual age if it comes on early. And we don't even know how long he's had it--perhaps he was born with it.
It's so hard. And we love him with all our hearts.
the wanderer
Judy,
http://judeself.blogspot.com/
at "Onward and Upward--Ever Forward", does the most delightful ancestry books for people. I want to get one done for my son as soon as the extra money comes to me. I want very much to have pictures of it, but I realized the other month or so, that I don't have very many pictures of the grandparents, etc., on his father's side, and I don't know where to get any. People are dying as we get older, and I don't know where their pictures are getting to.
I have more of my family---but I haven't been able to find enough to really get a good book together. I think it would be a much better book on your ancestors if there were at least some pictures. You can go to her website, and I think her blog has something on the sidebar about her works on ancestry books on families. They are so very well researched, and done very well in a bound book. So again, it's here :
Done so nicely with a beautiful cover and a "family tree" on the front. It has heavy paper, she goes and has it all bound together, and spends a lot of her own money for the places you go to search, and that costs her money every month. Please go and have a look for yourself, her prices are very reasonable and she even gives you a payment plan! I wish I remembered how to link to blogs with just putting it under 'here', and the link is there.
Oh, my poor mind! Will someone refresh my memory on this?
Have a good weekend, and when I have something awesome to say--I promise I'll get off my fingers and type!
Oh--by the way, my grandson, who has Crohn's, just turned 13. We were up there for 4 days for his birthday. The doctors have him on meds for the disease, and they have him on a mild dose of an antidepressant, and also a mild sleeping pill.
Yes, it does bother me to think of him having to have those, but they have tried to take him off it, and he did very poorly without it. You know, he's like all of us and can look on Google and read all about how it is. Crohn's is horrible disease and it makes you fear even going out to dinner someplace, because of stomach cramps and diarrhea. He didn't even go out for his birthday but stayed home and they brought him something. There are so many things he is finding he can't eat.
That deprivation is hard on all people---whether you live to eat or eat to live. I can't even explain to you what this is doing to him, and all of us.
Please pray for our boy, David, who is turning into a teenager, but hasn't caught up with others that age. Oh, he's very smart, he's always made straight A's, but the disease is one that keeps you from reaching puberty at the usual age if it comes on early. And we don't even know how long he's had it--perhaps he was born with it.
It's so hard. And we love him with all our hearts.
the wanderer
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