my sister's poem to our mom May 2008

MOTHER


Many years have gone by I wish this we would mend
When I wish we would have talked Don’t we love each other ?
To say hello or goodbye Am I not your daughter
Or go for a walk ….. And you my mother ?
Our lives have not been easy I hope & pray
We managed to drift apart That we come around
But whatever it’s worth Mom That would be the day
You’ve always been in my heart When the new “us” was found

Its not you that I blame Mom, I want you to know
For the way things are Regardless of what we’ve been thru
But all the hurt Or which way we go
Has left an invisible scar I … will always … LOVE YOU

25 random things from my facebook

1 my middle name is Marguerite - i was in the 3rd grade before i could spell it and only then because my teacher Sister Mary Agnes made me learn to spell it by keeping me after school every day till i finally got it
2 good thing she didnt know that i couldnt tell my right from my left until my grandma craig showed me that i have a callous on my middle finger right hand... if she hadnt who knows how long that nun would have kept me after school
3 i weighed 100 pounds at birth no really i weighed in at 8lbs 2.5 oz arriving at 8:25 in the evening... it was the next day when i weighed 100 pounds and so did my mom who bless her heart put on her regular jeans 4 days after i was born - dang her and dang those thompson genes...
4 hmm i am thinking here so give me a few minutes..
5 i have no idea what my actual hair color is - my mom taught me this..
6 she also taught me to lie about my age but more than not less than so i would always look pretty good for my age... well it worked for her
7 bear kat was named before i met my bear and polar bear claws are my favorite see's candy treat after bordeaux...
8 i was with my mom when she died - just the two of us - it was powerful to watch His messenger come for her...
9 i wanted to have 5 or 6 children...
10 i wake up @ 4 or 4:30 am without the alarm clock but i still set it every evening
11 i am a closet parrothead...
12 i one moved a piano by myself 15 feet across my family room just because i was in a bad mood
13 i thought folks got bellybutton fuzz from chewing tooth picks..
14 i am very shy when i am out of my element...
15 i was raised a catholic - went to catacism, worked my rosary beads (actually broke a string - do you know what sort of noise those beads make when they are rolling down the wooden floor toward the front of a large church?) and attended mass every week but never met my LORD until 10 years ago
16 i flunked math in the 2nd grade ad yes i am a bookkeeper now...
17 when i was 16 i saw mahogany rush and eric clapton at the cow palace - that was my first real concert -
18 i buried my brother's gi joes and matchbox cars in the backyard where we also buried all of our family pets - he was the favorite child a prince among princes as far as my mom was concerned - parents should never never never openly have a favorite child among the crew -
19 after seeing mary poppins i jumped off our garage roof with an open umbrella and landed in the bushes - i would have done it again if our neighbor hadnt call my mom at work...
20 i am a home body, a nester and a fool for good books -
21 i have a thing about underwear - mine has to match what i am wearing - one never knows when one might have an accident and ones underwear must look nice - my grandma taught me this - is that too much informatin?
22 my baer has spoiled me rotten but it is a good sort of rotten...
23 every december i am a bell ringer for the salvation army - this is in my top ten all time favorite things to do list...
24 i like to think that i am a very good cook - richard will agree with this -
25 i do not fart

well there it is - 25 things.. be careful what you ask for...okay it is your turn now... i am waiting...dmm dm dm dmm dm dm dm dmm dm dm dm dump d dump dump dump dump...

swirling life thoughts & birthday buzzing

• today is my birthday -
• there are @ 1000 things all swirling around in my mind like bumper cars after me - little memories of my life buzzing about like bees as they dart about in the summer garden
• at meals we give thanks by bringing our hands together in prayer, praising Him for His generous provisions & then we open them palms up to receive His blessings - when our hands are laid together open it is a perfect picture of the measure of food we should be accepting - nothing less and nothing more - i am a sinner - a broken mess leaving behind a trail of damage but God who made me and loves me also awoke me to the need for His mercy and grace - He created a desire in me for the holy gift of life real life eternal life life unblemished by the sin stained ways of this present life - what greater gift could be offered or taken? it is absolute, unchanging, unfading, it is wrapped in crimson & pure white, it is unbinding and boundless - it is love, holy love, right love, perfect love - it is what i must cling to and not waiver from as i wait for Him to call me home - real home His home my home everlasting - hope
• my mom never failed to send a birthday card - i often failed her - in fact we often failed each other but this was one thing she never failed at - i went to the post office yesterday so longing to see her handwriting on an envelope but of course there was none - how often does God long to see my handwriting in His mail box? how often have i failed Him?
• one year when richard and i were living in the mobile home park my mom called me and asked what was currently on my wanting to read list (we both have a passion for books - how grand her library must look now! The Complete Works of God...all of His love letters, handwritten and bound for all eternity with a personal inscription) - sometimes when we were low on our stack of books waiting to be read or when we found a book that was a must read we would share this info though our reading interest varied - anyway one book i had mentioned was A Pirate Looks at Fifty by Jimmy Buffett - my birthday came - her card arrived as usual (i have saved some of these - now i wish i had saved them all) - a week later a box appeared on the porch - it had been opened and retaped with a note stuck on it - another woman in our park named stacy had received this box and opened it in error then realized it wasnt meant for her - in opening the box she had damaged the label and couldnt tell where it should have gone so she began asking around the park for information on any other residents named stacy - she explained all this in the note - the box was from my mom - it was that book along with another book which eludes me at the moment though i think it was a Michael Connelly book - i will have to check my library - this was so out of character for mom - i was grateful and thanked her so - now i think back and cannot recall any other birthday gift for many years - actually back to my early 20s
• ooops - time flies and i want to have some more time with Him today - my birthday and His gift - that precious hope to cling on to...AMEN
• okay one last note - had to get this down on "paper" > cremation (then go scatter the whole deal somewhere and have a picnic), no flowers, chapel service (details and music later), www.bsfinternational.org and www.salvationarmy.org - all of my clothes and that "stuff " to goodwill, my books to Brian and Hannah, apple dishes and grandma's silver to Brian, my study chair & chalk board to Richard, i know this seems weird but my mom did it which made everything easier for us -