The Blind Side

I love my life. Granted, there have been times when I didn't; when I thought I was going crazy, so sad I might die, so worried I might totally collapse, so sure that I was supposed to be more than what I was.
That being said, I can truly say I have been blind-sided and truly sad, worried, and depressed, just a few times in my life. So, I am starting with the negative, because the list is pretty short.

1991 was NOT a very good year!
My brother-in-law, Pam's husband, Kevin, died unexpectedly.
Jenny and her then boyfriend, Tim, quit college and ran away to Arizona; when they left, they told no one, and did not contact us until about twenty-four hours after they left. Thankfully, Jenny called us. I don't know if Tim ever called home.
Drew was playing with a friend on the roof of his school and fell off, breaking his femur; this required traction, a body cast, and wheelchair for months. Once I gave thanks that he survived the fall, I ran on coffee and adrenaline the whole time.
Gosh I was glad to leave this year in the heavy dust of memory.

Worries about our children really aren't negatives. So I will leave those for other posts.

Losing my dad, grandparents, and other relatives I love, I don't think of as negatives either. I know I will be with them eventually. Though, I miss them each and every one. I miss my mom too. Even though I still have her, there are only remnants of this beautiful, dear, caring person whom I have loved my whole life and whom I still love.

So, the ups and downs of life continue. And truly, I may have to add a couple more things to my "blind-sided" list. But even so, God has been so good to me! There were so many times where I could have ruined my life, but somehow He got me through with few scars. Have I said "Thanks" today?

It's me, it's me....

Well, I guess it is time. I've been talking to God and He has been telling me to write since I was a child. My daughter-in-law, Sandi, has also inspired me to blog instead of writing this all out by hand. My children have dragged me kicking and screaming into the twenty-first century! I even text now. :-)



At any rate, I do think it is important to record some specifics for my children and grandchildren (hopefully, they will be plural). But I also have a story to tell about life; my life, and the lives of those I love and those whose lives have touched mine in some way.



So, I'll have to do lots more praying and thinking to figure this out. But I'm glad to begin something new at this stage of my life.



For the record: At this time I am 64 years old; I have just retired from teaching for the second and last time; Ray and I have been married for forty-two years; I just applied for both Medicare and Social Security benefits; and I honestly don't feel as old as that sounds!