Day One Hundred Twenty Three 2012

I'll be seeing you
In all the old familiar places
That this heart of mine embraces
All day through.

In that small cafe;
The park across the way;
The children's carousel;
The chestnut trees;
The wishin' well.

I'll be seeing you
In every lovely summer's day;
In every thing that's light and gay.
I'll always think of you that way.

I'll find you
In the morning sun
And when the night is new.
I'll be looking at the moon,
But I'll be seeing you.

Day One Hundred Twenty Two 2012

Grandson Knox is 5 months old. He’s reaching for things now, like this way cool toy giraffe. Love that smile!

On our walk home from school this afternoon with Grandson Elijah, we found this little blue speckled bird egg laying on the ground. Don’t know where it came from or what kind of bird it belonged to.

The fifth grade in Grand daughter Shelby’s school is celebrating “decade week”. Today’s decade was “The Fifties”. Shelby was decked out in this awesome poodle skirt her mom made for her. She wore her hair in a pony tail, of course. I told her she was ready for the sock hop.  She said, 'What's a sock hop?' She had the best time today. Look out tomorrow cause here comes “The Sixties”.

Day One Hundred Twenty One 2012

In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.
~Robert Frost

Grandson Elijah played T Ball this evening. He hit a home run. His team, the Diamondbacks, beat the LugNuts 23 to 1. Go, Elijah!

Day One Hundred Twenty 2012

Some glad morning when this life is o'er,
I'll fly away;
To a home on God's celestial shore,
I'll fly away

I'll fly away, Oh Glory
I'll fly away; (in the morning)
When I die, Hallelujah, by and by,
I'll fly away

When the shadows of this life have gone,
I'll fly away;
Like a bird from prison bars has flown,
I'll fly away

Just a few more weary days and then,
I'll fly away;
To a land where joy shall never end,
I'll fly away

My dear mother, Hampton Gailbreath Mabry, passed away this morning very peacefully.
Outside the nursing home, I saw this jet streaking across the sky, leaving its white vapor trail. And of course I thought of my mother flying away and I thought of this hymn, which I think is probably my most favorite. I'm hurt that she's not here with us any more, but comforted to know that she's at peace on 'God's celestial shore'.  I love you and miss you, Mom, more than I can say, but I'll be seeing you again someday.

Day One Hundred Nineteen 2012

It is a far, far better thing that I do,
than anything I have ever done;
it is a far, far, better rest that I go to,
than I have ever known.
-Charles Dickens

My family and I are sitting with our dear mother tonight in a nursing home, watching and waiting as she struggles to stay in this life, while her body insists that she's ready to leave and go on to the next and forever life. We'd love to keep her with us here. She's ready to fly away; she just doesn't know it yet.