yea, he 's a smart man.Wow----a partner from 9th grade still in your kitchen and your Mom hasn't sent him home yet?????.........jest kidding........that's so romantic, Lefselover..........leg of lamb with mint jelly....no wonder he's hung around for so long........
Your story is beautiful Dave. how much you loved her is priceless, did she ever recover from that thump? *winking......I had known of my wife for a long time as we both worked at the same hotel and I knew who she was then after many years I was promoted to Ex.Chef at the hotel and I was grinding meat in the butcher shop and had my back to the world she came up to talk to me and touched me on the back. With out thinking I rared back with my elbow an caught her right in the mouth. I was mortified, I apologised many times. the next day I sent her a dozen rose's and a card. Three years later we were married
I had her love and devotion for twenty five wonderful years. She passed in November 94. I still miss her
I simply adore this story expatgirl. I can 'see' what you spoke of in my minds eye. Very nice thank you for sharing, see, we all feel better from reading that, at least I know I do.......My long term memory is great----the short term is a different matter (different locations in the brain, I believe---one is home and the other is out to lunch)...as far as people who inspired me I would have to say my German-born grandmother (my dad didn't speak English until he attended school).........I think that I was her favorite.....she worked hard and never had much money but she and my grandfather owned their home and land around it......she lived frugally.....the chenille bedspread eventually became curtains.......old dresses became aprons.......she kept a pot by the sink and all kitchen scraps including egg shells went in it and that was fed to "Pal"..........my 2 sisters and brother were welcomed every summer to stay with them........bread for the week was made early Mon. morning before it became hot........bacon grease was saved for everything but the most wonderful treat was popcorn which she popped every afternoon while our cousins joined us and made fresh lemonade.......but the most wonderful thing that I inherited from her was her love of nature and flowers........she loved her garden and I learned so much from her...roses were her favorite and she had a beautiful old green glass pitcher that she would arrange her yellow roses in........you know, they tell you to go to a "safe place" when you feel stressed in your mind and mine is her backyard with the roses, petunias, hollyhocks, bachelor's buttons, etc., and her gorgeous butterfly bush "tree"-----and her .............
I remember, how it feels to step out of the shadows,leaving behind the moving wall, the thing that was trying to smother me, the horrors that wanted to get me, looking up and seeing my little girl sleeping in a chair beside my hospital bed...I guess my breathing which had been heavy and was now quiet, woke her..She look back at me and tears ran down her face..You see she had been in that chair without leaving for 2 days..
I remember how much I loved her then
I remember how good it felt to be moved to a quiet room of my own
I remember the joy of having my whole family surround me
I remember some wonderful cards from my DC friends
I remember to be grateful each and every day
kadesma
I remember wantiing grandma to fight back.
I remember her saying it's not worth it.
I remember her look that said just forget it, sit down, let him win, it's easier.
I remember thinking I'd never understand.
and then... sadly... I understood.