Except when people stopped by...then she lost her mind, she was so happy!!!
What great smiles!
The holding hands is just too sweet!
Ginny especially loved her big sisters.
She especially loved begging for food. She never snatched it.
But was there for the long stare down.
We should have walked her more.
My favorite place in all of Chicago is the dog park.
Her most pretty pose.
She had a wonky eye but it was not noticable when she got older.
Welcome home.
Ginny was breed with love by a bird hunting family.
When we named Ginny, Ginny my sister Janice was delighted because she loved the Harry Potter books.
(Mary also! )
My sister Janice had the most beautiful and perfect line...every stick will be a wand....
and I can't remember all of it and I have spent over and hour trying to find it. I'm afraid the quote is in the long deleted comments. Too bad.
Do you remember what you said Janice. It was poetic and delightful.
Final photo of our honey. We had a comfort room. Candles and Hershey Kisses. Ginny got to eat kisses and cheese and Chocolate cake before she went to sleep. She could not eat easily but managed. Ginny was confused and did not recognize us. It was so hard. The staff at the emergency Vet was incredible. Kind and gentle and sweet and reassuring.
We cried and cried. And I cry even now.
We sure were lucky to have such a good girl come live with us. She gave us lots of love and comfort and joy.
"No matter where life takes you... the place where you stand at any moment is holy ground.Love hard and love wide and love long, and you will find the goodness in it."
~Susan Vreeland
Love of place.
Love of other.
Love of God.
Holy Ground.
When I thought of love....
I thought of this picture.
It took me over an hour to find it...but it was fun to see hundreds of other pictures that spoke
love.
love hard, love wide, love long.
amen
Donna Elsie
“If I ever go looking for my heart's desire again, I won't look any further than my own back yard. Because if it isn't there, I never really lost it to begin with.”
I think of my parents at the end of September and when I think of them I think of Sue....
and then I think of all those who have gone on before me.
Just this weekend I was watching a kdrama called "Love Next Door." The female lead is being proposed to and she is hesitating because she has had cancer and doesn't really know for sure what the future holds. Her boyfriend, who she has know her whole life, tells her he wants to be with her 'one hundred years, ten years, or even just one day.'
I'd like to share this video from Princess Catherine.
I'm sure most of you have seen it elsewhere, but I wanted to keep it in a safe place and document it on my blog.
Remarkably, I have come to a very similar realization that Catherine did, even tho we arrived there in almost completely different circumstances. She being young with a young family.
Me being isolated and pretty old.
I started feeling lost as to what my life was all about as I could not go anywhere or do anything and I was weak and feeling useless.
I remembered a book I read (in the 90's), recommended by Elisabeth Elliot, called Stepping Heavenward by Elizabeth Prentiss.
In this book you follow Katie, as she writes in her journal, from her school days to her final days when she is bedridden.
The following is the final entry to her journal.
"I have no wish to choose. But I have come to the last page of my Journal, and living or dying, shall write in this volume no more. It closes upon a life of much childishness and great sinfulness, whose record makes me blush with shame but I no longer need to relieve my heart with seeking sympathy in its unconscious pages nor do I believe it well to go on analyzing it as I have done. I have had large experience of both joy and sorrow; I have the nakedness and the emptiness and I have seen the beauty and sweetness of life. What I say now, let me say to Jesus. What time and strength I used to spend in writing here, let me spend in praying for all men, for all sufferers who are out of the way, for all whom I love. And their name is Legion for I love everybody.
Yes I love everybody! That crowning joy has come to me at last. Christ is in my soul; He is mine; I am as conscious of it as that my husband and children are mine; and His Spirit flows from mine in the calm peace of a river whose banks are green with grass and glad with flowers. If I die it will be to leave a wearied and worn body, and a sinful soul to go joyfully to be with Christ, to weary and to sin no more. If I live, I shall find much blessed work to do for Him. So living or dying I shall be the Lord's.
But I wish, oh how earnestly, that whether I go or stay, I could inspire some lives with the joy that is now mine. For many years I have been rich in faith; rich in an unfaltering confidence that I was beloved of my God and Saviour. But something was wanting I was ever groping for a mysterious grace the want of which made me often sorrowful in the very midst of my most sacred joy, imperfect when I most longed for perfection. It was that personal love to Christ of which my precious mother so often spoke to me which she often urged me to seek upon my knees. If I had known then, as I know now what this priceless treasure could be to a sinful human soul, I would have sold all that I had to buy the field wherein it lay hidden. But not till I was shut up to prayer and to the study of Gods word by the loss of earthly joys, sickness destroying the flavor of them all, did I begin to penetrate the mystery that is learned under the cross. And wondrous as it is, how simple is this mystery! To love Christ and to know that I love Him-this is all!
And when I entered upon the sacred yet oft-times homely duties of married life, if this love had been mine, how would that life have been transfigured! The petty faults of my husband under which I chafed would not have moved me; I should have welcomed Martha and her father to my home and made them happy there; I should have had no conflicts with my servants, shown no petulance to my children. For it would not have been I who spoke and acted but Christ who lived in me.
Alas! I have had less than seven years in which to atone for a sinful, wasted past and to live a new and a Christ-like life. If I am to have yet more, thanks be to Him who has given me the victory, that Life will be Love. Not the love that rests in the contemplation and adoration of its object; but the love that gladdens, sweetens, solaces other lives."
O gifts of gifts!
Remembering Katie's conclusion
helped men realize what I could do next....
And that would be loving God and loving others.
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The following list came across my screen at the perfect time.
This.
And these are the things I contemplate as I come out of the woods...
It's really a breeze. Compared to an MRI on your breast or your liver. A CT scan is a cakewalk.
You lie on your back with a foam triangle under your knees and usually hold on to something above your head. Then you go in and out and in and our of a donut shaped thing.
It's not painful or loud.
I have had seven or eight in the last year.
50% of the time I needed DYE injected into my IV half way thru.
They warn you that the dye will feel uncomfortable in your arm and maybe your throat and probably in your crotch.. Yes. Your crotch.
Here is the text I wrote to my husband, Patrick, upon completely my CT scan.
Dear Patrick,
I will never NOT think this is hilarious.
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Patrick went to almost every appointment with me. He was still working, however, when I went to the following appointment.
I really didn't mind....
Oh. Yes. He. Can.
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Truly, Patrick ran to Walgreens daily for me.
He did now win a prize from Walgreens.
But he won my heart.
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When my hair fell out in the goofiest way ever I wrote to Matthew and told him I looked just like
