tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30595110146423781372011-09-07T12:14:00.231-04:00Ladybug's Memorial of her father along with Miscellaneous thoughts and 37 Days writingsLadyBughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17842176319914397953noreply@blogger.comBlogger91100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3059511014642378137.post-27457119013252432272009-04-30T19:15:00.005-04:002009-04-30T19:32:41.391-04:00

Last week, I was at my grandparent's house spending time with my grandparents, cousins and aunt before we all headed out to LongHorn for my cousin, Chris' birthday. I ended up going outside to read. I walked out to the two-car garage that my grandfather built and found a stepping stool chair to sit on. I was struck by the comfortableness of the garage and it brought back so many memories.He

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For some reason, I've been thinking about the past a lot lately. I'm sure we all have some things that we would change if we could. Maybe its saying what was left unsaid, or reconfiguring a course of events, or maybe taking back something that you said that was hurtful. In my case, I've realized that I've placed a select number of people in my life up on a pedestal. Nothing but pain can come

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In Patti Digh's book 37 Days, she encourages us to live life more aware, remember the little things, keep your heart open. The first step being Intensity - Say Yes. She writes, "It is Stuff that keeps us from participating fully, from saying yes." We get too bogged down in the details - the what ifs, the stuff that clutters our life to the point of suffocation sometimes. She encourages us to

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My father loved my mother. He had not had great relationships up to the point of meeting my mother, but my Elvis-look-alike father met my hot momma and they got married. They had my two sisters and I and I won't lie and say everyday was perfect - but I remember more of the good then the bad (though they both shaped who I am today). My father always thought of my mother first. If she was not

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One really unique and wonderful thing that the funeral home did for our family was create a video memory of our father for us. I watched it numerous times a day those first few months. Now I watch it every other day, and most times can get through it without crying. Let me know what you think.

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I can't believe its been over a month since I posted here. I've felt like a chicken with its head cut off - not really sure what direction I'm going, or where I'm trying to get to. I've been concerned about my youngest sister and my mom. Sometimes I forget to think about me. A couple things have hit me the wrong way lately and I'm still trying to figure out how to deal with it.I suggested to my

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=77ge-e-7P_I BarlowGirl "Never Alone"http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eTpLD6pzNGo Jodee Messina "You Were Just Here"http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bo2nJr7JHsI Casting Crowns "Praise You In This Storm"

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The day my father died was June 24, 2007. He died at 12:15am. It was a Sunday. I always thought it was fitting that he passed on Sunday, since he had spent over 20 years in the church in some capacity or the other. That Saturday before was one of the mildest days of the summer. The sun was out, the birds were playing, and there was a slight breeze. Though he would never admit it, he was a

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Over the years, I've kept various blogs across the net, but this blog was sparked by my little sister, Julie (http://tncobrat.blogspot.com/). I think, in everyone's life, there comes a point where you just want to do better, be better, and heal. Healing is probably one of the hardest things you will ever do. Its never the same time-table for everyone - its a very private and personal thing. It

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