Sunday, October 24, 2010

My Children

All last year and this I had tried to figure out how I could get to Denver to visit my younger son.  I have driven the six-hundred plus miles more than once, but that was before my breathing got so bad.  The driving part wouldn't be a problem, but because of my emphysema having to gas the car, stop for restrooms, and check into motels with my air and luggage would be very hard. I was honestly afriad to try it.  Then this week he moved back to Missouri.  Right now he is living about thirty minutes away, and I have already seen him twice. Prayers are answered.  Now if he can just find a decent job and a decent place to live I can relax.

My daughter is still missing her Texas home so much. She likes her new home and being close to family and old friends, but she is so homesick for her Texas friends and her church.  She loved her home and her way of life there. As a parent, I feel so helpless as there is nothing I can do to make the sadness go away. I am proud of the way that she doesn't let this rule her life here, but I can feel the sadness in her heart.

My older son is still stationed at Fort Meade in Maryland, and is scheduled to go to Iraq next year, probably in March.  He and his wife have made some short visits back here, and we are trying to figure out how we can manage to visit them in Baltimore. Our dogs and money are the only things stopping us from going.

Weather has cooled off and now feels like Fall. My favorite time of the year, or maybe second to Winter. I love being able to wear sweaters and sweatshirts.  

Tuesday, October 12, 2010


This past weekend was my high school fifty year reunion.  The two classes following our class combined their reunion with us, so my husband celebrated his forty-eight year reunion.

This was the high school homecoming, so we had a truck in the parade on Friday afternoon.  It was fun seeing all of us "old folks" climbing up to sit on the hay bales. There were pep songs sung, cheers chanted, and lots of waving to the crowds.  The truck bed was full, so some of the men walked the entire parade route behind the truck.  A couple of them looked as though they wished they hadn't been so quick to volunteer, but they all managed to smile and wave to the crowds and finish the parade.  Way to go, guys!

The local Quarterback Club was sponsoring a chili supper before the football game Friday night, and a lot of our former classmates were planning to attend both the supper and the football game. After spending the afternoon in a sunny, eighty plus degree afternoon, I didn't think I could handle much more.  Wayne was ready to get out of the heat, too, so we went home to take care of the dogs and get a cold drink of water for ourselves.  Then we went out to eat where we could sit down and be waited on.

Saturday evening we attended the "meet and greet" and the dinner.  We sat with my best friend from high school, Kitty,  and her husband, Larry.  There was lots of hugging, talking and laughing. Wayne and Kitty spent time walking around and talking to people, but Larry and I stayed at the table and let people come to us. I didn't want to carry my oxygen tank around, and Larry didn't know anyone but us, so that was fine with both of us.  Class group pictures were taken, and I am looking forward to seeing them.

All in all, it was a a lot of fun.  We saw a lot of people we hadn't seen for years and heard all about their kids and grandkids.  I think we should do it again in another fifty years.