Thursday, December 17, 2020

Happy Tuesday and Wordless Wednesday Thankful Thursday

 I have been away. Contemplating tomorrow, which would have been the 2nd birthday of Alastor Avery. I find it harder to gather my thoughts as the years slowly pass by. But I will post tomorrow and for now, I will play catch up with my other posts. 

So very grateful for Joni my PA. friend who created this for me shortly after the loss of this beautiful child,  He was not meant for this world, he was meant to sit in the arms of Jesus and hope that those of us left behind will one day join him a joyful reunion. 

                Grief cries and life shines on - and hope paints a rainbow. Terri Guillemets

Tuesday was a beautiful day, cold as the dickens but beautiful as the sun came up and shined for the better part of the day. I went through the day with Alastor Avery heavy on my mind. Then Wednesday my friend Lynette told me her aunt passed away at the assisted living center Tuesday night. Not a virus, her heart just stopped beating. She had an incredibly wonderful life. Frances was a single woman, strong willed and kind hearted. She was my neighbor up the street as a kid growing up. I had just sent her a note of encouragement two weeks ago. I reminded her how terrible ornery Lynette and I were and we were sorry we had given her such a hard time when Lynette's folks left her in charge of us. Lynette was reminiscing saying remember when you came over to my house and  Frances was in charge of us?  We were cooking hotdogs in a pan of boiling water on the stove and boy oh boy, was she mad! She gave Lynette heck saying, I'm telling your mom and dad. You just wait! we giggled and ate up those hotdogs driving her absolutely crazy! We were always into mischief together but Frances would make sure we behaved ourselves. I will miss that. I hope Frances is making the rounds in heaven visiting with all those who went before her. Parents, siblings, friends. She was good person and she cared about our neighborhood. Lynette reminded me not to be sad seeing the ruins our neighborhood is today. But rather fix my eyes on those memories, of green grass, laughter, beautiful manicured front lawns, homes filled with love and memories no one can steal. Rest in Peace Frances.
Tuesday thoughts, thankful for the warmth of my home, hot tea and soft blankets. Warm boots and fun socks, gingersnaps and a beautifully lite Christmas tree. Tuesday was a good day as my sweetheart was home with me. We were exhausted by day's end but grateful for all we had accomplished.Happy Tuesday

Maxine has opinions on everything. She does not miss a beat. Thankful for Maxine and her opinions of life in general. 

Thankful Thursday I love these kittens in the Christmas stockings.  I don't think I ever owed a cat who would pose like this. My boy Boots was a lover never a fighter and he would allow our girls to dress him up when he was a kitten. He was so mellow. I will never stop missing him. Today I have this guy:

Who warms my feet at night only because he likes laying on the blankets where the heated blanket is. But he does have some moments where he is a dear heart. So I think I will keep him around. I am thankful he came to live with us. 


Brian said...

Hugs as you and your family remember dear Alastor Avery, he'll always watch over you. Such cute kitties and a handsome foot warmer. Thanks for joining our Thankful Thursday Blog Hop!

Sandee said...

Big healing hugs, honey.

Even more healing hugs because of Frances.

Aw on the kitties in the stockings. Those are always so cute.

Thank you for joining the Wordless Wednesday Blog Hop.

Have a blessed day, Anne. Big hug. ♥

Mevely317 said...

I LOVE that quote about rainbows so much! No idea how or why it began -- but for as long as I can remember, rainbows have always made me sad/depressed. This may be just the mental turn-around I needed to see!

I can only imagine the smile (and perhaps a chuckle) your message brought Frances in her final days. Funny, just the other I had a call out of the blue from one of my mother's friends. MJ's now 95 years young, and our conversation was a bit awkward, but she'd just received our Christmas card and wanted to say how much it meant.
Head's up ... I may borrow your words about remembering the old neighborhood in a future post. Like Sandra, I recently took a virtual trip (Google Earth) to my childhood neighborhood and came away both disappointed and depressed. Thank you for always speaking to my heart!

Edna B said...

That Maxine is a hoot! I love the picture of the kittens in the socks. You have a wonderful day, hugs, Edna B.

Ann said...

Those anniversaries of people we have loved and lost are never easy. Hugs to you.
I just love Maxine. She always makes me laugh

Louca por porcelana said...

Sending prayers and a big hug to you!