Its never too late…

Hello Friend.
I find myself at an age where i wonder, where has the time gone and what have i done with it all? Can you relate? What happened to the things i thought about doing when i was a kid; dreams i had for when i grew up? The successful career of my choosing,  a house full of kids who don’t just see their dad on weekends. And of course a dog or two. Eating right and exercising. Traveling the world. What happened? Life happened my friends.

I have always loved reading and writing.  I still do, although i haven’t given either one very much attention lately.  I used to journal and wrote a short story or two. I don’t know what happened to the idea of a writing career. Maybe it was dismissed with my dreams of being a therapist. More on this later.

So, whenever i start to lament about things that i should have done, my best friend tells me that it’s never too late. So here i am. I am going to write about life; mine,and yours too maybe. I will fill these pages with honesty and heart  and (hopefully) humor. I hope you will join me.

More than six words..

So recently i came across a site with a great idea for quick, powerful little messages:  Six word Story (4).

I gave it a try, writing, “You went to Heaven. My hell.” 

My husband Timothy died at the age of 38. He was a beautiful man with a heart of gold, although it gave out on him like a cheap watch. Gold plated.  He loved his mother, his daughter, and me. We had a love that not everyone gets to experience in their lifetime. Oceans deep and mountains high kind of love.

He worked hard and played harder. Debilitating arthritis in his knees did not stop him from any of the fun that came with brutal waves bouncing us around on the boat, or pounding out fresh powder on our snowmobiles. He was told surgery was not an option at such a young age. He would be in a wheelchair by age 50 the doctor said. That would have been worse than death for Tim. Worse than death for me; life. Another six word story. I will stop there for now.

Dream a little dream….

Places i would like to visit, or places that i need to visit again.
People i would like to meet; alive or dead.
Food that i have never eaten but want to try.
You get the idea. This is a new, weekly segment that i am going to try. Feel free to share any that fit into these categories, or share new ones with me.

I would love to go to Italy. Ever since i saw the movie, “Under the Tuscan Sun”, it has been on my bucket list. The countryside looks beautiful and the food, fresh and delicious. A beautiful example from a fellow blogger below. Grazie!

Create

Sunday is Fathers Day, the day when we recognize men who have helped to do the most amazing thing; to create life. I was named after my father, and although he has been gone for many years now, I am reminded of him every day by the thick head of hair i got from him, and the strong work ethic he taught me at a very young age.
The other amazing father that was in my life was my husband. He too has been gone for many years now, and far too young, but he loved his daughter very deeply. He created a foundation for her to know how a man should treat a lady, and how it feels to be loved unconditionally.
Happy Fathers Day to you all.