A gift from Gramma

It's been just over two years since Gramma Izzie died, but she just gave me a gift.   Mystery gift from Gramma I was in her garage a couple of weeks before all this COVID-19 shutdown started, around the time I needed to plant those potato eyes, and I saw this ceramic pot of dirt setting … Continue reading A gift from Gramma

It’s been two years, Gramma

Yesterday was two years since you died, Gramma. I still miss you so much. I'd give everything I own to have you back. How can it be possible that I haven't seen or talked to you in two years? I don't even have the words to say what I'm trying to say. You told me … Continue reading It’s been two years, Gramma

EASTER CHICKS!!!

Ted holding the first chick to hatch for us in 2020 I haven't hatched eggs out since the spring before Gramma Izzie got sick and died (two years ago on April 25th). It was something I did every year that she just dearly loved. Often, I'd have to give state testing to students on hatch … Continue reading EASTER CHICKS!!!

Tomatoes!!!

Last weekend early on Saturday morning, I cleaned out an upper kitchen cabinet to see what was in it, use up food close to its expiration, and basically find something to kill a couple of hours. I saved two plastic egg cartons, and on Sunday, Jake and I added a little dirt to them and … Continue reading Tomatoes!!!

It’s been a year, Gramma

One year since I last saw your pretty face... One year and ten days since I last heard your funny laugh... One year and two days since I laid on your bed and held you, wishing your suffering would end but knowing I wasn't ready to let you go but needed to... One year and … Continue reading It’s been a year, Gramma

Beautiful boy

Well, Bessie is nothing if not dramatic this time around at the end of her pregnancy! After all of that worry on Friday evening and all of the treatment for the milk fever, guess what we found on Sunday morning??? This beautiful boy was born! The vet even checked her Friday night while she was … Continue reading Beautiful boy

Poetry – Death is Nothing at All

It's been six months, Gramma. I miss you every day. Death Is Nothing At All By Henry Scott-Holland Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened. Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I, and you are you, and the old … Continue reading Poetry – Death is Nothing at All