Sam turned 20 on November 4th. She asked me to get her a cookie cake (which we do every now and then). So I got her a Mrs. Field’s cake with balloons on it (made of frosting, of course) and with the text comprised of LSU colors spelling out “Happy 20th Birthday, Sam”. She loved it. It was a nice day. The next day I had work. When I came home I saw the red cookie cake box sitting on the counter and I peeked inside to see how much was left and I saw one piece. But what I saw about that one piece took my breath away! Continue reading Superstition With Reason
…is a wondrous place. Jen and I used to go to the lakefront with Dad when we were little. Always on a Sunday. Sometimes Kim would come and we’d take our paper kite and fly it while we ate lunch. Kim was a close friend of Dad’s. They grew up together and he was at our house a lot before he got sick. He was diagnosed with cancer later on. I think Kim’s funeral was the 2nd funeral I’d ever been to (after Rie). We never cooked out down by the lakefront. I don’t even think they had BBQ pits down there back then. We just picked up Kentucky Fried Chicken. Dad brought the fishing poles sometimes and we would fish on the seawall. Every now and then he’d bring the crab nets and we’d try and get some blue crabs (that didn’t happen too often that I remember–and if it did, usually the crabs were too small to take home).
Sitting on the seawall with Dad, Kim, and Jen was magical. Continue reading The Lakefront
I read a post written by a lovely lady (Cathy Lynn Brooks) who keeps a blog devoted to her daughter, who was diagnosed with bipolar disorder and lost her life in an accident about a year ago. Truly a tragic story! Her story had me thinking about my situation surrounding my dad’s passing last month.