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    Oma I still miss you…

    For about 5 years now we have celebrated Christmas when everyone is home.  Sometimes that has meant waiting until January 30th, but usually it means the first day after Honey Bear is able to go on leave.  Celebrating a week or two before the official date doesn’t change the meaning of the festivities… For us the holidays is a chance for family to come together and to be whole again.  We don’t have to wait until we are given permission… we chose how and when we honor the best in each of us.  We celebrate Christmas on our own schedule. This year in particular I am glad that we have…

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    Rising Up Again

    I have never been more grateful to do things differently than this past year.  One being we tend to celebrate holidays… like Christmas… a week or two before.  Sometimes we celebrate long after.  It gives us time to be together and to enjoy the holiday on our own schedule.  Then my mother passed away and my world fell apart.  I no longer cared about the holidays. Everything was rushed. The funeral. The grieving. We had to hurry back and get my husband ready for drill school. There were resources to delay the orders… to allow us to recover… and those in authority would not hear of it. There world was not…

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    Good Grief…

    I remember a turning point in my relationship with my Oma < Mother >.  I was visiting her and I had enough of her telling me to take care of my brothers.  What about me?  Now I had brought her my first born son and was told to stand aside.  I did not know that she was raised where the family raised the child.  The Mom was suppose to watch her Mother and aid her, thus she gained experience by watching her elders.  Here in America I had learned that it was insulting if anyone took away this role from the mother… no matter how inexperienced she may be.  I…

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    Remembering Daisy

    *** Warning this is a Sad post *** Here is a little Pre -Intro to the Real Blog I have to confess, that death doesn’t affect me the way it might for others. Maybe its because I compartmentalize it. Maybe its because when I see a dead body its because I know their spirit is no longer there. (Thanks to picking up road kill and seeing decomposed bodies as a Police Officer) I know that what I see now – this is not essentially them.  It is their mortal shell they have cast off. Regardless I am always sad to see a life taken ~ Truly. I know that if…

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