Reflecting on my amazing journey so far. My dad lived above his parents in my formative years. So on the weekends my sister and I got to spend a lot of time with Grammy and Grampy Rhodes. By day I would read the Bible, do chores, stack wood, cut the grass with those old push-pull trimmers, help my Grandfather in his garden, or just climb trees and eat blackberries. He took so much pride in his snap peas and always growing vegetables. A memory I reflect on and cherish often is just me and Grampy in the garden sharing snap peas. At night Grammy would make us root beer floats in mugs shaped like boots and we would watched MacGyver together, she was always telling stories and making everyone laugh, (I can still hear her laugh). My grandfather would always be carving, painting or working on all the crosses he would make for the church. This carving and many others were on their walls for so many family gatherings, birthday, feasts, ups and downs. Today it hangs in our living room, a reminder of my roots. My work ethic, honesty, artistic talent, love of nature and my hope for the future all stems from my childhood on Perkins Rd in a small town in New Hampshire. Thank you for sharing your love and experience with me Love you Dad, Grammy and Grampy.
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My grandmother died a couple of weeks ago and I've been a 100x sadder than I've been telling people I am.
Mainly though I've just been feeling nostalgic. Time goes by SO FAST - you blink once and your whole childhood is gone, your grandparents pass, your parents become grandparents, you're an adult now and you start feeling completely overwhelmed when you realize how quickly the years flew by & that you can never go back.
We should all hold our friends and family a little bit tighter, linger in the moment a little longer, and always, always say "I love you".
Last night my grandparents and I went to Christmas Tree Lane. Before we left, my grandma made us all hot chocolate and my grandpa excitedly added jumbo marshmallows in each cup. #ItsTheLittleThings#grandparents
I can remember as a child that as soon as the Christmas tree was upright, my mother would put on the Crystal Gayle holiday cassette and turn up the completely unnecessary gas fireplace in our Los Angeles living room.
As we put up ornaments, my sister would bask in the beautiful shiny brass frames that held her perfectly coiffed child actress portraits. I would lament (and laugh) at my annual reminder of second child status with my homemade petrified pretzel and glue monstrosities that held pictures of my grumpy little face.
I love these memories. But my general nostalgia for my childhood is mostly composed of all the other traditions we had throughout the year that made life predictable, dependable, and warm.
🍽️ Most Sunday breakfasts were at our local diner where they, of course, knew all of our names and pinched our cheeks.
📼We'd pick up Blockbuster videos nearly every Friday.
📰My father did the crossword puzzle in the local paper EVERY. SINGLE. NIGHT. I "helped" while we watched Jeopardy.
⏺️We all listened to John Denver records while we cleaned the house.
Activities like these are so special to me because they directly represent our family values which included spending time together, getting to know our community, acquiring knowledge, and caring for our home together and, usually, joyfully.
As parents now, my husband and I make a point of recognizing the significance of the little things we do throughout the year as opposed to trying to force this end of the year season to be the most joyful epic celebration ever.
In our experience, the small traditions matter much more to our family's sense of security, love, and belonging than anything inside a box under the tree.
What were some of your non-holiday traditions growing up? What do you with your kids or grandchildren now? Are your traditions in line with your family values?
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𝘈 𝘭𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩.
𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘢𝘤𝘩.
As I promised Wayne Sutherland our yearly pics, we always take them to remind ourselves where we came from and why we do what we do 😃
4 years and still going strong, what started as a diet has become our life style that some may never understand, we do it because when you know better you do better.....and I must admit still fitting into an extra small at 58 is still worth more to me than a burger 🤣🤣
I also post them to let people know that when you have finished with your coach you take what they have taught you and apply it to your every day life style and you don't have to go back to what you were 😃
From Oct 17 - Oct 18, we had 2 trips to England and 1 to Cuba, it is possible with lots of discipline and dedication.
Thank you again Wayne Sutherland and remember what you do changes peoples lives forever....forever grateful Dave and Ann 😍
Give these some 👍 or ❤️ for their commitment to each other and to themselves.
En estas fechas... Puede
que cueste saber el por qué de las cosas,
cómo sobrevivir a esas memorias
que duelen y calman a partes iguales
y nos visitan cada noche entre sueños
que en eso consista la vida:
en amontonar y vivir de recuerdos
enormes, pequeños, bonitos, fugaces,
pero siempre eternos.
Puede que la huella que han dejado en mí
y se quede grabada en mi piel, en mis manos, mis ojos y en mi alma
de forma perenne
que echarles tanto de menos
sea todo lo que pueda hacer
para mantenerlos vivos, aquí, conmigo,
para retenerlos en mi mente
y en mi corazón
por y para siempre
If I have one roti, you'll give me one cigarette.
If I have two- even if I have three, you'll still give me only one cigarette', my grandfather dismissed our demands of him having more food, and we burst out laughing.
My grandparents never really had a happy marriage. But, in the past few months that he's had to spend "alone", both his physical and mental health have deteriorated quite a bit. These days, he needs a hand to tag him along, walking like you'd walk a baby - holding both hands firm, and hopping on his feet - at times, it all looks a little adorable.
He loses the sense of time often- which means if he's had a nap in the afternoon and woken up in the evening, he'd rush to the washroom first, and then come to stand by the sink, squeezing toothpaste on his toothbrush, arguing with the rest of us that this is what he does first thing in the morning.
His bowel movements go for a toss too- at times, he wakes up at three in the night to take a dump, then goes to heat tea, holding the saucer and the cup in his hand, putting it straight to high flame.
From where I see, he seems to be suffering from survivor's guilt - he's made drunk confessions that he was supposed to go first, for he's years elder to grandma - but the point of the matter is, the idea of love isn't really how we tend to see it.
My grandparents spent 54 long years without sharing much love between them, even then, my grandmother's passing has left my grandfather broken. Maybe love runs out of steam after a point. You only get used to the presence of someone around you, and the assurance that they'd return home at the end of the day.
My grandfather was used to picking petty fights with his wife, used to making tea for them at four-thirty in the afternoon, used to simply watch her sit across from him, watching TV.
And now that she's not around, his routine has fallen all over the place, he doesn't really know what to make of the time in hand.
Maybe what we see of love, is nothing but sharing this idea of a routine with someone.
It feels like nothing now, but when this someone is gone is when you realize how empty your routine really is.
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This video shows a husband emotional reaction after learning that his wife will be able to leave the hospital after 8 days there. ❤️
Video courtesy Canal RCN
Este esposo no puede contener su emoción al enterarse que darán de alta a su esposa que llevaba 8 días en este hospital en Colombia. ❤️
Laura Gibson, 23, from Derby, is one of TUI Airways' youngest pilots.
Proud grandparents Pat, 79, and Ray, 83, had no idea when they boarded the plane at East Midlands Airport it would be Laura flying them 😍 Video via Daily Mail (YouTube Channel) Original Description by Dailt Mail .