Oh my dear girlies....
I've been one busy chickie lately and have been such a lousy blogger.
I'm up to my eyeballs in projects, so I'll try to post and visit as often as I can while I'm making the 'ol cottage pretty.
I've MISSED you!
I was thinking, this morning...........I'm the EXACT same age my dad was when he passed away.
I was 27 then and he was nearly 60.
I can remember thinking that he was soooo old.
Well, now I'm not exactly thinking that.
He had cancer and declined over two years. I went to see him every single day.
I learned to do needlepoint while I sat with him. I finished one project and have never been able to pick up another piece since then.
Now that I'm approaching that SIX-O milestone I'm realizing how much he still had to do.
He had worked so hard for sooo many years and was getting ready to retire........to spend time with family and relax a bit.
My daughter was the ABSOLUTE joy of his life. She adored him and he was crazy about her. She was only seven when he went to heaven. I realize now how many things he's missed.
And, the things about my dad that my daughter's missed.
I hope I'm around for a long time. I soooo want to see my little grandson grow up.
Time is so relative, isn't it?
My daughter is the same age I was when she graduated from high school.
She thought I was soooo old then.
And, my little grandson is the same age I was when my favorite grandma passed away. I was crazy about her. She was the PERFECT grandma. I think I was actually only with her four or five times in my entire life, she lived so far away. But, I felt her love.
I told my girl recently that she was nearly the same age I was when her dad and I got divorced after 21 years of marriage..........she couldn't believe it.
She thought I was ancient.....but she is sooo young! :-)
I'm thinking about you dear ones.......and praying for you too.
God bless each and every one of you sweeties.
Lovies and huggies,
Spencer
xoxoxoxox
I have memories like that, funny how we thought they were sooooooo old, and now realize how young they were!
ReplyDeleteHi Sweetie,
ReplyDeleteOne of the youth in church years ago used to run around saying "Time...What is TIME?" Good question, huh? It truly only exists to help us order our days. God makes it clear that He doesn't operate in the confines of time, yet we must. In heaven there will be no calendars or clocks...how delightful!! We'll dance with all of our loved ones who have gone before us and the dancing and praising will never end!! World without end. Amen...Amen.
Love you sweet Spencie!! You...like fine wine...are being aged to perfection!!
Big Squishy Hugs,
Becky
Thanks so much for sharing a little piece of you with us all... I hope to see pictures soon of your progress on the Ol Cottage :) Enjoy your week .
ReplyDeleteSmiles and Blessings,
Sheila
Spencer, I'm sending my love to you across the miles and a prayer that you will live a long and happy life with your sweet loved ones!
ReplyDeleteI often think about things like that. I'm only a little younger than my mother was when my father died, and I'm older than my paternal grandmother was when she died. My father was SO young, only about 14. The other day I realized at a banquet that "we" are the older generation. And I was truly stunned. Where did time go???
It's strange, isn't it? Age truly is relative. It passes so quickly. It's been 20 years this month since my mother died, and it seems like it was just yesterday.
XO,
Sheila
What a beautiful post. Very insightful. Seems like we always remember our life by the age we were when an event happened.
ReplyDeleteMy Dad passed away 5 years ago and I miss him so much.
With this cancer I have had I often think of my mother who was a bit younger than I am now when the Drs. told her she had stage 4 cancer. Mine is stage 0.....I was so much more fortunate.....
ReplyDeleteAge is the great equalizer!!
Love,
Marilyn
xxoo
Yes- time is relative.
ReplyDeleteTomorrow I will be 59 and that has been on my mind all day.
My mother died of cancer at 64.
I understand completely about life interfering with blogging.
We should all do what is best for ourselves and our families.
Thank you for this lovely post.
Laura
White Spray Paint
I love this post, Spencer. It's good to ponder some things and aging is one of the things I think about lot...how much time I have, given I live the healthiest life and don't get mowed down by a truck! I like the saying, "You are only as young as you think you are". I try to live by that!
ReplyDeletexoxo
Jane
Hi Spencer,
ReplyDeleteI do the same thing. I often look at pictures of my Mother and realize that I was her age at that time. Yes, life is very precious and we need to spend more time with those we love.
Thanks for such an inspiring post.
hugs
Sissie
Your post was so wonderful and moving. I am a very sentimental person and think that way too. I think we look at things so differently as we get older. Thank you so much for sharing.
ReplyDeleteHugs,
Denise
Hello precious dear! Oh, you look so much like your daddy...life is beautiful and so mysterious. We learn so much when we ponder and make connections. I also hope that you will live a long life to see your grandson and his children grow; you have been a great hemma (I hope I spelled that right) and HE WILL BE WRITING ABOUT YOU ONE DAY!
ReplyDeleteRelax and come by when you can sweet one. Anita
It is all relative, isn't it? My husband and I were just saying that we must seem ancient to my nephew (who is 16.) I remember thinking how old my parents were when they were in their 50's. And now I am in my 50's.
ReplyDeleteYour tribute to your father is lovely.
xo
Claudia
What you said about time being relative is so true. What we think is old a some point seems so young when we get there. My Mom died at the age of 52. I was 30 and thought she was old. I'm now 63 and often think how young she was when she died. Great post, Spencer.
ReplyDeleteTime is so relative isn't it and things change so fast. Thanks for sharing those wonderful memories. I can remember being young once . . .
ReplyDeletesandie
And more you shall see of Rabbit Hill! I am glad that you like the checkered floor; there is something so classic about it! ANd you should also see the robin that made a nest by my front door...her babies were born yesterday and she is such a good momma!
ReplyDeleteSweet dreams dearest, Anita
Spencer, I just found your blog from Beverly's..what a great post..I am almost 57 (next)month..I swear I was just 40..or was it 50? How on earth can I be the mother of a nearly 32 year old and 29 year old? When did THAT happen. Then I look in the mirror..and it's..TRUE.
ReplyDeleteHave a great week..
Barb
Hello Spencer,
ReplyDeleteThank you for visiting my blog and entering my giveaway! I am ever so glad you stopped by and I am delighted to meet you! ~ I too love paper, all kinds ... and there are times the thought of disrupting the lovely patterns is difficult for me. But I am learning to turn my leaf over slowly ... enjoying the process of crafting from the heart and soul with all the pretties I have stored away!
I wish you the very best of luck ... and urge you to pull out your beautiful papers and allow your imagination to take flight! :))
Spencer, this is so sweet. Your reflections of your father are dear to your heart, I can tell. You know what? He looks a lot like a man I worked with. I had to take a double look, as your dad looks like Tim so much!
ReplyDeleteYes, age is a number. I think that when we are older, we have a deeper appreciation of the number, rather than a "gee that is old" outlook.
((hugs to you))
Becky
feel better soon!
Hi Spencer
ReplyDeleteI can so relate to this post and the previous.. my mum died at age 44 so in some way I didn't imagine my own life after that age..Now that I am a few years passed 44 it seems incredible that I could be older than she ever ways... hard to explain but I am sure you do... The photo of your dear dad is wonderful!
Thanks for popping over my way and good luck with the giveaway.. xx Julie Oh and say hello to Ruby!! hehe
I know how sad this feels - my Dad died at 49 and never saw any of his grandchildren. I'm your age and the scary thing is my Mom only lived to sixty eight.
ReplyDeleteI'm with you in hoping we'll be around to see our grandkids grow up. Sending you birthday wishes - have a great milestone birthday celebration!
Hello, Spencer! What a wonderful post. Such a handsome father you had, too. I miss my grandparents, too. My granddaddy passed when I was only 6. But we can take comfort in the fact that someday we will all be reunited.
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by and entering my little giveaway ~ good luck to you!
Big TX Hugs,
Stephanie
Angelic Accents
Oh I love this post Spencer. I remember thinking my mom was so old when I graduated high school and she was sooo much younger than I am now. It creeps me out now thinking that all the kids I know, think I'm on my last leg. hehe.
ReplyDeleteI am so glad that you are getting things done at your place, now when you get done there could you come over here and visit and get me going again? I seem to have slowed to a crawl.
hugs
I think spring has all of us bloggers keeping busy and away from our blogs. It seems more hectic than the Christmas season did to me!
ReplyDeleteTime is such a funny thing, dragging by so slowly then whizzing past. Sometimes I can't remember what I did last weekend but the memories of loved ones seem like they happened just yesterday!
Hugs,
Dawn
Spencer, dear, what a really important post. Sometimes the years can be hard on us, but knowing, like Becky said, we will all dance in Heaven, ageless, and with God, how wonderful that will be. I have to laugh, because I think of my grandmother who was probably my age and I thought she was so ancient. How things change when the shoe is on the other foot!
ReplyDeleteHugs and blessings,
Debra