St. Patrick’s Day

There is not a speck of Irish in me but since my Father’s birthday was March 17th it was always a big day to celebrate in our home.🍀🍀🍀🍀

I don’t remember Dad ever having a beard but he did seem to resemble a Leprechaun in this photo. (I was obviously wearing my heavy socks that day. 😂)

My Dad passed away twenty-eight years ago and my Mother has been gone for eight. I think of them virtually every day – but especially on their birthdays, anniversaries, holidays and the like. I know they were not perfect, but they were good people. I am so grateful that I had such parents. They both left me with so many life and coping skills that have helped me to live a good life and to handle the inevitable challenges that I have faced. I tried so hard to pass that on to my children, especially to help them through the challenges! I sometimes wonder if any of them will feel any appreciation for me when I am gone. Not that I plan on going anywhere soon – but I can’t see it happening and I feel sorry for them. Life is hard enough at times without believing you are going through it alone. 😔

On to brighter thoughts… Spring is springing up around here!

The snow is disappearing to be replaced by mud and water in the streets. 🌞
My seeds are sprouting. 🤗 (Strangely, the flowers are coming up earlier than the tomatoes and peppers this year. )
There is nothing particularly springy about this photo but this is the duplex (313N Lorne Street) that I ultimately moved into with my kids – and began my life with Dan a couple of years later. I drove past it last week and had to stop to take a photo. 🥰. (It didn’t have nearly the yard we have here, but it was the cutest place inside.)

Anyway, that’s it for today. Take care and have a great day! 💞

Happy Birthday, Dad! 🎂💞🍀

December 17th – Rest in Peace

December 17th has been a day that I have, not so much celebrated, as honored for the past twenty-eight years. Today is the anniversary of the day that my father passed away.

Dad and my son Dan

I was very close to my Father. My Mother taught me the practical side of life – the cooking, cleaning, gardening, reading and writing, responsibility, side of life. My Father taught me the other side of life – including respecting and appreciating my Mother and all that she did for us. Through my Father I learned the value of kindness, patience, serenity, integrity, humour, humility, and wisdom. My Father was a good man, who lived a good life. I was fortunate to be a part of it. My life has been better, because I was a part of his.

Rest in Peace, Dad💞

That is it for today. Take care and have a great day! 🌟