Life Is Not Measured By the Number of Breaths We Take, But By the Moments That Take Our Breath Away!

Wednesday, March 25, 2020

Life...

has been sad; crazy; and peaceful...all at the same time.

Sad...last July, I lost my younger sister to cancer. I still have all the memories; holding her and rocking her in the old rocking chair in the kitchen when she had the chicken pox and the mumps so bad the doctor said he never saw anything like it.

I remember her excitement at seeing cows in the fields; the swooshing sound she would make when I took her for a walk and pushed her stroller past a creek that was next to the road. My sister was 10 years younger, but we were best of friends. She was the flower girl at my wedding; my babysitter when I needed a break; my confidant; and my travel partner. I miss her everyday; my heart is broken.

Crazy...we were in the middle of buying a new house when my sister passed away. Started out looking for a small ranch and ended up with a bigger colonial than we were leaving behind. Fifty plus years of memories and "stuff"; we are still going through "stuff" that we must have saved for some reason, but at the moment we can't think of a good reason to keep it anymore.

Peace...is now found either sitting at the kitchen table my grandmother gave me; part of a dining room set she was given by her aunt back in the early 1920s; sipping on a cup of hot coffee watching the squirrels and birds enjoy the food we put out on a regular basis or working on my latest needlework project.

I make it my priority to enjoy every day; take nothing for granted and live life with no regrets! Life is good!