PART II: The Women in My Life: My First Friend~My Forever Friend

The most beautiful discovery true friends make is that they can grow separately without growing apart. ~Elisabeth Foley

Short-cuts through the neighbor's tall shrubs to get to her home... a haven of creativity, menagerie of animals, the most beautiful French Provencial furniture, Barbie dolls and board games, spend the nights~long before "sleepovers" were thought of, movies at Mitchell-Neilson, trips on our bikes to Victory's, bags full of candy,riding bikes around and around and around our neighborhood block...

Dressing just alike in third grade, Mrs. Rogers saying we were just like Siamese twins~inseparable, walking home from school, arm-in-arm... with friends, chanting "Lions and Tiger and Bears... oh my!" and "Step on a crack, break your momma's back"...

Sixth grade memories... my cousin in class, carnival at Jackson Heights, ID bracelets, Linebaugh Library's basement children's book-checkout, Moudy's limeades & sandwiches, Sugar & Spice cookies...

High school sorority rush, disappointment, thought I had lost my BFF forever, next summer my rush, sorority parties, dances, fun times...

Just a few priceless memories of growing up with childhood friend.

We grew up together; we grew up separately. If I could hit a replay button for any part of my life... it would be the time lost with this precious childhood friend from 1974 through 1980s. I am blessed to say as adults we have grown closer again. Like in many relationships, things happen and our once closeness grew distant.

What was it that caused this distance to span for almost a decade? What else... a silly boy. As a teacher of middle school age students, whenever "girl problems" rear their ugly heads, it is usually over a member of the opposite sex. Many a "counseling session" over conflicts has resulted in me sharing my "expertise" in this particular area. I share my best advice I wish someone had shared with me... "No boy is EVER worth coming between you and a best friend!"

My past... regrets, grief over the times lost, sadness from the joys of sharing the special moments of first and lasting love, everyday life, births of children, our children growing up together... all are gone. However, they remain weighted within my innermost being. Gratefully, the silence of forgiveness occurred somewhere along the way to maturity. Today, I can write this knowing my first and forever friend is still there for me and I for her.

Our present... the two of us sit together, catch up on the latest in our adult kids' lives, share our heartaches, our joys, our "maturing pains". Our focus is on listening, laughing, and a tear every now and then. We delight in the stories of silliness, trod through the tough times, and walk away carrying a piece of each other's lives... sharing the joy and dividing the pain. Inspiring, encouraging, caring and sharing are the words that resonate when I think of our times together. What a blessing!

The future... no one knows what the next moment may bring for any one of us. This I do know... if ever I need a shoulder to lean on for strength or a hug to celebrate the joys in my life... this woman will forever be there! What a comfort knowing this... my hope is that she feels the same.

Just like when we dressed alike from shoes & socks to ponytails & freckles and every inch of space in between; I believe our souls~intact, our spirits~strengthened, our hearts~identical... as if we were back in third grade.

Thank you, Sheila, for being the first friend of my life!

The Women in My Life

The Women in My Life...

Today was an amazing and, yet, bittersweet day. Amazing: I ran/walked my first half-

marathon! Bittersweet: In view of the finish line paramedics frantically working on a

“sister” run in view of the finish line. To have such a high and a low simultaneously is

quite overwhelming. As I ran toward the finish line, with a sweet friend by my side, I

prayed for this fellow runner and those tending to her. I had just said a prayer for my

friendʼs knee, which was causing her pain. The finish line in sight I ran. We held our

hands up in victory, while a runner was struggling for her life! Something seemed so

wrong! Finisherʼs Medal placed on my neck...bittersweet. Someone was calling my

name. Voices from the side were calling my running buddyʼs name. I ran to the voice

calling my name and practically fell in to her arms. From fatigue, maybe... from

overwhelming emotion that I actually finished, probably...from a broken heart for the

downed runnerʼs son or daughter, husband, mom and dad, sister and brother...oh, yes!

All sorts of thoughts ran tumbled inside of me and have ever since the moment I saw

the paramedics working feverishly. Visions of plastic over her face. Paddles pushing

against her chest. My heart cried out, “God, please let her finish this race!” At this

point, I donʼt know the outcome. All I know, is that the scene has created a hollow spot

in my heart and images in my mind that I never thought I would ever feel or see. Will

writing erase the images...probably not. Will I learn the fate of this woman...maybe.

Will this have an impact on me...oh, yes!

This is what I know...

The women in my life are simply blessings to me. I want to let them any everyone else

know this. I am sure the lady who went down had friends with her, support from family

and friends. I wonder if she has facebook friends with whom she shared the small

moments of her life? I wonder if she was a teacher, nurse, lawyer, doctor? I wonder if

she was a grandmother or so wished to be one? I wonder if she was running with

friends, a precious daughter or daughter-in-law? As I wander through my wonderings...

I think of the women in my life who have made an impact, past and present.

Numerous of the women whose paths have crossed mine. As the letters appear on this

screen...just know, this list could go on forever. And from time to time, I hope to visit this

again and share more.

My mom, a precious angel in heaven. I felt your presence today! I ran by the Elliston

Soda Shoppe. I remember you telling me that was one of your favorite “hangouts”. As I

ran down Broadway towards the Cumberland River, Shavon and I were talking about

our moms... I feel your love, comfort, fears, and encouragement on a daily basis. You

continue to live in my heart; you are my moral compass.

My beautiful sister, Annette. I donʼt see or talk to her near enough! But every time we

talk, via phone, messages, or in person; I am astonished with the accomplishments of

her life. Four “all-boy” boys, ranging in age from 54 to 5; she loves, consoles,

separates, conjoles, referees, and compromises. Always with style and flair! She is

one amazing sister! Annette, you know I love you and always will!

My brother has done many fine things in his life, but the finest: to have found his soul-

mate, my precious sister-in-law, Linda. Linda loves him and Annette and I,

unconditionally; always has and always will! She has been through some tough

obstacles in her life...and has become stronger in her faith because of this. She is the

rock in my brotherʼs life, although sometimes I donʼt think he realizes it. Linda, God

knew what he was doing when he put you and Kenneth together. He gave me a second

sister I love and adore.

God has blessed me with a fine Christian woman as a second-mother. As I typed,

“step-mom”, I thought, “Absolutely not... Janice is my second-mother.” God needed my

momʼs help in heaven, December 20th, 1993. That was the summer of the Oklahoma

bombing where many babies and toddlers lives were ended by the thoughtless and

cruel act of “home-grown” terrorism. God needed my momʼs unselfish love and

compassion in heaven, her work on earth was complete. With many “tries” - all

unsuccessful- my dad finally met Janice. It is true, they found love in the K-Mart parking

lot. To hear her tell of this fortuitous meeting is so sweet, but it is her story to tell, not

mine. My story is this... God took my sweet momma and then my strong dad home to

heaven. In both of their places, he gave me Janice! You see, God is so good; He knew

I would need the kindness and compassion my mom possessed as well as the fortitude

and independent-mindedness of my father. All rolled in one petite precious package

known as Janice. I know God has intentions of allowing her numerous days on this

earth... I am a “needy” second-daughter! Janice and I do have such good times

together! A visit to her Unionville home, watching her Jenny chase my Beau, makes us

laugh and grow to love each other more dearly. Janice, you are Godʼs gift to me! I love

you! My mom would have loved you, too!

Friends, beach-sisters, cousins, aunts, mentors, coaches. former students~ your stories

are yet to come... Today, I want to say from the depths of my soul and heart, with God

as my witness...

Without your imprint on my life, I would be nothing! Todayʼs events has made such as

impact on me... I am so thankful for your presence, your encouragement, your

guidance, your wisdom, your listening ear, your time, your love and so much more!

Your stories are yet to come...

God, thank you for blessing me with the compassionate, strong, independent, sweet,

kind-hearted, loving, gentle women in my life! I am so thankful you have allowed me

another day on this earth and given me the ability to share this with these lovely ladies.

You are so good to me; I deserve so much less. Thank you for you for placing these

women in my life: they encircle me with Your love; You “put me under Your wings”

through them in every, single day! Amen!

I Speak for the Words

Quotes are among my favorite things. They are my guideposts through life; my internal compass. I attempt to speak for the words, which make up quotes, which gives inspiration. The following is an "I Am" poem about one of my favorite things.

I am words of inspiration, wisdom throughout the ages, profound thoughts - true today and tomorrow

I wonder and marvel at those who cherish me

I hear people reading me ever so quietly, loud and triumphantly, or with prayerful reverence

I see sunshiny smiles, faces of content, and tear-brimmed eyes

I want to always be a surprise in the foil wrapper of Dove chocolates

I am words of inspiration, wisdom throughout the ages, profound thoughts - true today and tomorrow

I pretend that everyone in the world hangs on my every syllable

I believe my words are a magic potion able to transform hurts to hopes, defiance to destiny, woes to wisdom

I touch the broken hearts, damaged souls, and ever-wandering, but never lost minds of those who seek and ponder me

I feel richly rewarded when recited as a source of much-needed strength or encouragement

I worry that future generations will not realize my monumental power

I cry when overlooked by the apathetic, who feel nothing; the arrogant, who need nothing

I am words of inspiration, wisdom throughout the ages, profound thoughts - true today and tomorrow

I understand the vast impact I impart to all of humanity

I say silly things, sweet nothings, and thought-provoking ideas

I dream to always be alive, breathing hope and inspiration to those who pursue me

I hope to be magnetized to refrigerators, scribbled on napkins, imprinted within blithe hearts

I am words of inspiration, wisdom throughout the ages, profound thoughts - true today and tomorrow

Running a 5K

Running is my new passion

Core engaged; shoulders, up back down

Slow & steady finishes the race

My feet moving to the music

Running makes me feel alive

Rhythmic breathing, heart pounding

My feet moving to the music

Streams of sweat dripping down

Rhythmic breathing, heart pounding

Pacing my stride to finish strong

Streams of sweat dripping down

Folks cheering along the way

Pacing my stride to finish strong

Fatigue says, "slow!"; my brain screams, "No!"

Folks cheering along the way

Exhilaration... I cross the line!

"Delightin' in This Day"

Everything delightin' in this day...

Breatheable beautiful, soft breeze flows midst

Fragile blades of grass gracefully wigglin'

Birds cheerfully chirp 'n call while

Soothing southern sun shimmers 'n sweetly shines

Soothing southern sun shimmers sweetly upon

Ants as they slow their frantic pace

Dragonflies zip, dart, hover midair in

Breatheable, beautiful, soft breeze blows

Everyone delightin' in this day...

Breatheable, beautiful, soft breeze among

Fine folks lingerin' and listen' to the latest

Landscapers leisurely cotton to their callin' while

Soothing southern sun shimmers sweetly soaks

Soothing southern sun shimmers sweetly as

Writers putting pen to paper pouring out words

University scholars sauntering along tunes hummin' while

Breatheable, beautiful, soft breeze whispers

"Everything 'n everyone...

Delightin' in this day!"

Twenty Ten

Twenty Ten has arrived cold and quietly. I didn't wonder what I would call this year, until today. Two thousand and ten? Twenty Ten? Twenty Ten has a nice rhythm to it... so it will be Twenty Ten.

Family tradition... counting on the same things happening at the same time of the year with family members. Holidays are when most traditions are established. Traditions are comfortable, they fit, they feel right. Holidays are times when annual traditions feel right.

When we move from our comfort zones, we are out of balance. Try as we might to recreate or create new traditions~it is not an easy task.

Traditions have once again changed for me. This is the first New Year that my son has not been in town to "celebrate" the new year. Our event that we both enjoy is watching the Twilight Zone marathon. There are several episodes that we watched together, but my favorite is "Time Enough at Last". I did get a text reminding me that it was about to come on. Somehow, it is just not the same.

Traditions began changing Christmas 2007. My mom was called to heaven on December 20 of that year. In the ICU, the afternoon of her passing, a nurse held my hand and told me, "You have Christmas at your home, don't you? She would still want you to do that, you know. It won't be easy, but I believe you will find the strength to do it, for her!" Well, I don't know how she knew that, but it was true. Ever since my son was born, May 1984, we ate breakfast at my home Christmas morning. Of course, my parents were in agreement, because Aaron wouldn't have to get out in the cold. Just like great grandparents everywhere, no grandchild of theirs would get out on the most exciting morning of the year. So, for thirteen years, we enjoyed the comfort of our family Christmas breakfast. My brother and sister came in with their hugs, smiles and bags of gifts as well. As the years progressed, my siblings came with their significant others. This was a welcome change in tradition... the more the merrier!

For at least five Christmases, my sister brought her boyfriend/husband. Then one Christmas, she came alone, but my brother invited his girlfriend, soon to be wife. When others joined family, my sister and brother had to share the day with their significant others' families as well. I am sure this had to be difficult for my parents, especially my mom. However, she never mentioned it.

When my mom died, we did have Christmas breakfast that morning. That morning does not stand out in my memory. I just remember the warmth of family and love amidst the tears and hugs. Christmases after have never been the same; don't really expect them to, but I wonder if there will be a new tradition and when it will happen.

First Snow Found Poem~Source Facebook Statuses

Snow on Midstate

What a perfect morning

Snowed last night

I-24 - black ice

Cars sideways

Cars in ditches

Cars sliding past us

Backwards

MPD to the rescue

Isn’t it beautiful!

Sun rising on one side

Moon still in the sky on the other side

Dusting os sugary snow

On everything

Happiness is...

Waking up to a

beautiful snowfall

Snow,

oh my word!

It snowed

can’t actually

believe it!

SNOW!!!

Snow more & tons,

But...

Keep it safe for cars and planes

Snow! Cool!!

Rockette’s at 2

State Championship Football

in the snow

First snow of the season

Not a whole lot

Nice to see some

Slept through...

the snow

Woke up this morning

to a

face-full of snow!

Snowing at 4:30 this morning

It was really

I know

I saw it!

Fell this morning on ice

Ibuprofen & heating pad

my friends

Snow already?

WOW

Love the snow

Only better:

School day snow

TIdied up the house

Kick off the holiday season

Christmas shopping

Christmas wrapping

Fa La La Lala La la la LA!!

Parade of Lights,

Denver

Sad...

all the snow melted

Don’t go any where near

OPRYLAND!

CRAZY!!

First Christmas card today

Hearing from friends & family

Favorite part of the holiday

Believe it or not,

I survived!

Just got Boiled Custard...

OMIGOSH!!

Baby, it’s cold outside

Note to self:

Google “Fantasy Fudge”

include the word “recipe”

Snow is Beautiful

Black ice... not so much

totaled truck this morning