Today I won’t be doing a wordless Wednesday because today is a special day and I have a message and request for you. Today would’ve been my mother’s 99th birthday (I was a late in life “bonus baby” or as sister #3 said to mom “What? You’re pregnant again?” That sister was never one for mincing words). She passed away in 2o1o after a long arduous journey with Alzheimer’s. That was not a fun journey…not one bit! In the past I’ve let out little bits of my journey as a caregiver to her and daddy on this blog when I felt it was appropriate.
But there is something different about this years birthday. I’ve been weepy and moody and out of sorts and I don’t really know why. I’m happy that mom is with dad and my brother and two sisters and I thought that the biggest part of my grieving was over. But I have discovered that there is no time limit or expiration date for grief.
I’m much better with it than in the first year after she passed but there are some lingering emotions and thoughts that have been jockeying for position; wanting to come out. I suppose that I am now ready to really talk about the journey of being a caregiver; to help heal myself and to perhaps help others who are now in the position I once was in.
So I invite you to come and visit my other blog – A Caregivers Memoirs – and read my letter to my mother on her birthday. I warn you, this letter gets a lot deeper than you have perhaps ever seen me be here in photography land. Maybe this subject matter isn’t for you and that is perfectly understandable but it is about a big segment of my life and how it has left it’s mark on me.
If it’s not for you maybe you know of someone who is a caregiver that could benefit some from my blog; sharing is caring. Either way I do ask you to please read my letter to my mother for her birthday and I thank you for doing it.
Happy Birthday to you, Momma
We as frail human beings take too many things for granted
but we shouldn’t.
What we can pray for, be hopeful for, to be blessed with
is another tomorrow.
It is perfectly normal to miss things and people
that is what makes us human.
Embrace the moment, the person, the event with
all of your heart
So that maybe missing them will hurt less later.
Part of our trip to England was taking a wonderful quiet car train ride (those things are great) from Paddington Station all the way down to Exeter to spend the day with DH’s aunt and uncle. It was a great way to see parts of England – without having to drive – that we wouldn’t have seen otherwise. When we got off the train at the Exeter station we looked around for Aunt P and Uncle R. Fortunately Uncle R is a rather tall gent so I could see his head over the crowd. After hugs and hellos it was into their car and off to parts unknown…well at least to me. DH has been there before.
Uncle R was our tour guide and pointed out so many things that I would’ve happily have spent much more time exploring but we were on a schedule. Let me tell you something, you haven’t lived until you’ve driven down a country road between enormous hedgerows that are only about one car wide but are two way roads! There are little coves in some parts of the hedgerows where one car pulls over and allows the other one to pass. That was a bit of entertainment. The architecture is hundreds if not thousands of years old in some places. We drove past the moors, home to The Hound of the Baskervilles, and we were even fortunate to see the wild ponies of Dartmoor.
Since these photos were taken in 2011 Aunt and Uncle have moved and are now right on the English Channel in Sidmouth. That should make for some interesting photography when we go and visit them again.
This still tickles me when I see this photo. I’ve never seen a Maxx store here in the states with that kind of label description. Whether it’s TK or TJ Maxx as long as you get a good bargain who’s to quibble about one letter
This was taken right after the parade of the guards. I saw an opportunity to take a totally unique photo and I went for it. I kindly explained to the young officer what I was doing and he agreed to hold Perry for me for this shot. Now if you notice, Perry has changed looks a bit since his first photo taken at the paella place. He’s no longer Perry but secret agent, Agent P. How did this happen? I lost the first Perry while watching some barely clothed maniac on a unicycle juggle swords. Perry fell out of my pocket and by the time I realized he was gone, he was gone!
I was so upset thinking the photo book was going to be about two pages long when I recalled there being a Disney store in Covent Garden. I rushed off and asked the kid at the door did they carry these stuffies. He pointed towards the back saying they did indeed carry them. I almost hugged him and he did give me a “odd American” look. But they only had Agent P’s. No problem! I just wrote in the little guys photo book that Agent P had a mission in London and all was right with the project again – phew!!!
At first I wasn’t going to go line up in order to see the changing of the guard and truth be told, I didn’t. As it turned out we were wandering around the area, got caught up in a protest march (I got tangled up in the middle of a bunch of folks protesting immigration laws; I was just trying to cross the street), and ended up strolling through the beauty that is St. James’ park when there it was! Buckingham Palace, a bunch of folks surrounding it, and the guard doing their thing.
What the hey! So off I went and jockeyed for position to get some shots. Me and a “few” other tourists. It was quite fun seeing them doing their parade march – I think some dignitary from the US was scheduled to arrive the next week – so I got to see the guard after all and in a way I hadn’t anticipated.