I'm talking about loving football. I can't believe it!
I first enjoyed football when I was a young girl going to the high school football games with the band. Mission Eagles were the bomb! Now, that was FUN!! I actually watched and learned something.
Then there were was football on Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year's...year after year.
In the beginning, it was okay. After a while, it was one too many football games. I don't care how much in love I was...enough was enough. Luckily, our family was very supportive (despite brother-in-law complaints) and football was set aside for the family.
As time went along, families divided into their own little family group celebrations and established their own holiday routines.
In this family, the girls ruled...but Ralph found a kindred spirit in Sam, our youngest. Samantha really learned the game. She'd always asked questions. By the time she was in high school, she had her dad eating out of her hand and he had a football buddy for life.
Well, little girls grow up and move away and now she shares her own team, the Dallas Cowboys with her husband, Rory.
Then there was the empty nest and ESPN.
There was football on Sunday, Monday, Wednesday,Thursday, Saturday...and repeats on Tuesday and Friday. I was up to my eyeballs in football!!
Then something happened last year. Its called Red Zone on Dish Network. It shows every possible great play or touchdown as it occurs throughout the day on Sunday. I was fascinated. Don't misunderstand me. I do like football but just not to watch it every downtime minute with the channels being switched every other minute. But watching Red Zone was a totally different experience. It was watching the best of the best on multi-screens, touchdowns...and not having to listen to those brainless announcers that are trying to relive out their past behind the microphone. Yes, announcers are a bigger pet peeve of mine so is my husband's constantly switching channels.
So this year, we decided to give it a try. For $1.12 each Sunday for the entire football season, my husband (and I) has six hours straight of nothing but football, football, football! Me? I love good football. I rather watch college football but good, professional, football...priceless! And I found my football groove again (and no more channel surfing!!!)
And even though Dallas is my favorite team - I'm waiting for the Cowboys to back their quarterback!!!...I may watch the Washington Redskins (whom I totally dislike!) but I will watch them ONLY because Robert Griffin III is quarterbacking.
Hey! Good football is good football!
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Monday, September 24, 2012
Thursday, September 20, 2012
Speaking of reunions...
Save the date: November 8, 2012
In case you didn't know, November 8, 2012 is Mission High School's Homecoming Game. It falls on a Thursday. I have reserved both November 8th and 9th at Justice Hall. We're looking to attend the game on Thursday, with our Homecoming Dance at Justice Hall on Friday.
Yes, you saw it here...Homecoming Dance!
While my plans may seem ambitious, there is purpose behind it.
Most of us have turned 60, 61, 62.... Our last reunion, June 23, 2012 was very poignant. We had several faces that had never attended our reunion before: Hilda Pinon, Alma Montalvo Sanchez, Henry Fankhauser, and Santos Estrada. Armando Cespedes brought his wife for the first time, too. For me, Henry's visit was especially heartfelt. I had been trying for years, leaving message after message on his answering machine. Luckily, Ramiro Rodriguez (Hug!) was able to persuade him to attend. This in spite of the fact that he had just lost his son, Joseph Henry Fankhauser, to the Afghanistan war in April of this year.
I don't think any of us imagined half of the things we have gone through and certainly not the impacts that those events have had in our hearts and minds.
Every time we reunite, I see the triumphs of the heart. We share our pain and definitely our physical challenges which are many but there is so much laughter, too. So many have lost spouses, parents and friends, losses that stretched hearts to the breaking point. We sympathize with those whose footsteps are following behind us. No one prepares you for these journeys.
But our reunions bring back our youth to our hearts to remind us we have so much to celebrate, so much to fight for and that YOU ARE NOT ALONE!
This last reunion reminded me and briefly stirred me out of my self-imposed prison. I say briefly because it wasn't long after the reunion that I returned back to my hole. I reemerged in early September.
Then on September 11th, despite the date having an already haunting reputation, a new memory has been attached to it.
Our last reunion is the last time we will see this one classmate. He made the effort to attend other reunions, despite the fact that he was very ill. He attended this reunion in a wheelchair. But make no mistake, the young man we knew in high school was smiling big, from the heart. In his eyes you saw the joy he felt at seeing everyone that attended. It was grand seeing him. Rafael "Fio" Ojeda was his constant companion, taking him here and there, visiting friends, and bringing him to our reunions. Fio was his ride as we would say.
On September 11, 2012, Hernan Garza went to meet his maker.
* * *
So I say to you:
"I am linked to you in much bigger ways.
Ways I can't explain.
Lines I can't describe.
Your string crossed mine in the universe
and forever became entangled
together."
- Diana Corpus Garza
(c) 2007
Consider attending this next one. And you don't have to be from our Class of 1970 either...
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See https://www.facebook.com/pages/missionhighschoolclassof-1970com/153715497036 for more information on any Mission High School Class of 1970 news.
In case you didn't know, November 8, 2012 is Mission High School's Homecoming Game. It falls on a Thursday. I have reserved both November 8th and 9th at Justice Hall. We're looking to attend the game on Thursday, with our Homecoming Dance at Justice Hall on Friday.
Yes, you saw it here...Homecoming Dance!
While my plans may seem ambitious, there is purpose behind it.
Most of us have turned 60, 61, 62.... Our last reunion, June 23, 2012 was very poignant. We had several faces that had never attended our reunion before: Hilda Pinon, Alma Montalvo Sanchez, Henry Fankhauser, and Santos Estrada. Armando Cespedes brought his wife for the first time, too. For me, Henry's visit was especially heartfelt. I had been trying for years, leaving message after message on his answering machine. Luckily, Ramiro Rodriguez (Hug!) was able to persuade him to attend. This in spite of the fact that he had just lost his son, Joseph Henry Fankhauser, to the Afghanistan war in April of this year.
I don't think any of us imagined half of the things we have gone through and certainly not the impacts that those events have had in our hearts and minds.
Every time we reunite, I see the triumphs of the heart. We share our pain and definitely our physical challenges which are many but there is so much laughter, too. So many have lost spouses, parents and friends, losses that stretched hearts to the breaking point. We sympathize with those whose footsteps are following behind us. No one prepares you for these journeys.
But our reunions bring back our youth to our hearts to remind us we have so much to celebrate, so much to fight for and that YOU ARE NOT ALONE!
This last reunion reminded me and briefly stirred me out of my self-imposed prison. I say briefly because it wasn't long after the reunion that I returned back to my hole. I reemerged in early September.
Then on September 11th, despite the date having an already haunting reputation, a new memory has been attached to it.
Our last reunion is the last time we will see this one classmate. He made the effort to attend other reunions, despite the fact that he was very ill. He attended this reunion in a wheelchair. But make no mistake, the young man we knew in high school was smiling big, from the heart. In his eyes you saw the joy he felt at seeing everyone that attended. It was grand seeing him. Rafael "Fio" Ojeda was his constant companion, taking him here and there, visiting friends, and bringing him to our reunions. Fio was his ride as we would say.
On September 11, 2012, Hernan Garza went to meet his maker.
* * *
So I say to you:
"I am linked to you in much bigger ways.
Ways I can't explain.
Lines I can't describe.
Your string crossed mine in the universe
and forever became entangled
together."
- Diana Corpus Garza
(c) 2007
Consider attending this next one. And you don't have to be from our Class of 1970 either...
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See https://www.facebook.com/pages/missionhighschoolclassof-1970com/153715497036 for more information on any Mission High School Class of 1970 news.
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Backing up my computer...
I LOVE reunions.
All kinds of reunions. School reunions, family reunions, friend reunions...you name it - I'll make it!
You can imagine my data records.
Well, they're gone!
I was in the process of backing up my computer (my flash drive wasn't big enough) and I was unable to finish the job. In doing so, my computer closed down to update. It never came back. Lost were all my high school classmate data, my family data, friends, every contact I have made since 2007 and all my college essays, short stories and poems I've written for the last 15 years. Poof! All gone!
Oh, did I tell you all the photos....?
Surprisingly enough...it's okay.
Okay, on many levels. I hesitated submitting any of my writings for publishing. Why? Fear. Fear of rejection, fear of offending, fear of writing badly. Needless to say, my desire to write is still here. That's why it's okay. My passion is real. So if I didn't publish anything that's okay...there's more where that came from.
This is where I know God is real and working in my life.
So my computer is out. Steps in: Nilda, a fellow Diva and her family of computer wizards. They weren't able to retrieve my information but I now have a computer up and running. I'm having to restock it with all the software that's somewhere in my garage/home. This will take some time.
But that is one thing I am blessed with...TIME!!
And then...the piece of resistance...for our anniversary, my husband buys me a 23" all in one touch computer. I'm on it now.
It gets better...
A couple of days after Nilda brought my old computer back, my computer went out again so I called AT&T. They suggested I take the router to their center to have it tested. Well, my husband, a former AT&T employee requested the router be replaced, at which they balked but we took the router to get tested. We forgot the power cord. Went back, again. It was the power cord. A power cord was $10.
Seven days later, we receive a brand new router. Of course we call and AT&T decided to replace our router. And it gets better. While installing the new router and following their implicit directions, I discovered that one phone in the household was NEVER hooked up properly (Nilda and I were comparing services and were complaining that AT&T was messing up big time.). The computer picked up the error connection immediately when we began installing the new router! This time everything was installed properly.
My computerS are zipping everywhere in record time.
Sigh! Reunions? Piece of cake!
All kinds of reunions. School reunions, family reunions, friend reunions...you name it - I'll make it!
You can imagine my data records.
Well, they're gone!
I was in the process of backing up my computer (my flash drive wasn't big enough) and I was unable to finish the job. In doing so, my computer closed down to update. It never came back. Lost were all my high school classmate data, my family data, friends, every contact I have made since 2007 and all my college essays, short stories and poems I've written for the last 15 years. Poof! All gone!
Oh, did I tell you all the photos....?
Surprisingly enough...it's okay.
Okay, on many levels. I hesitated submitting any of my writings for publishing. Why? Fear. Fear of rejection, fear of offending, fear of writing badly. Needless to say, my desire to write is still here. That's why it's okay. My passion is real. So if I didn't publish anything that's okay...there's more where that came from.
This is where I know God is real and working in my life.
So my computer is out. Steps in: Nilda, a fellow Diva and her family of computer wizards. They weren't able to retrieve my information but I now have a computer up and running. I'm having to restock it with all the software that's somewhere in my garage/home. This will take some time.
But that is one thing I am blessed with...TIME!!
And then...the piece of resistance...for our anniversary, my husband buys me a 23" all in one touch computer. I'm on it now.
It gets better...
A couple of days after Nilda brought my old computer back, my computer went out again so I called AT&T. They suggested I take the router to their center to have it tested. Well, my husband, a former AT&T employee requested the router be replaced, at which they balked but we took the router to get tested. We forgot the power cord. Went back, again. It was the power cord. A power cord was $10.
Seven days later, we receive a brand new router. Of course we call and AT&T decided to replace our router. And it gets better. While installing the new router and following their implicit directions, I discovered that one phone in the household was NEVER hooked up properly (Nilda and I were comparing services and were complaining that AT&T was messing up big time.). The computer picked up the error connection immediately when we began installing the new router! This time everything was installed properly.
My computerS are zipping everywhere in record time.
Sigh! Reunions? Piece of cake!
Rise above...
Celebrate everyday!
These last fourteen months have been rough, to say the least. But even these obvious adversities that countless families and friends go through every day can only take their toll if you let them. No one will understand this but this last year I gained a brother and a sister.
I gained a brother who I can count on, go to just to laugh and sometimes cry. I gained the brother that protected me growing up whose love and acceptance I cherished above all. I know he isn't perfect but it's not his perfection I am seeking but rather his tenderness when no one is looking, his heart of gold when he fought for me and I felt all alone. A brother's love cannot replace a father's love and I miss my father dearly, but he is what is closest to my dad now and it fills the empty space.
My sister...my sister. I am the mother who raised you. I am the mother who made the birthday parties to celebrate your birthdays, and then cleaned up any sign of a celebration so our parents wouldn't find out. I am the mother who took the spankings because I couldn't stop you from leaving and punished you by locking you out. Now I have a sister, one that understands, who knows the depth of my pain and does not belittle it, who treasurers our children unconditionally. She fills my life with laughter as loud as thunder, and sweetness with her smile. My days would be incomplete without her in my life.
Somehow, we've made it - adversities and all. But that's why Jesus died for us...so we could rise above it all. Thank you, thank you, from the bottom of my soul.
I found this poem on the internet signed by the enternal_optimist and it said it better than I ever could.
There are more days of sunshine, than darkness...time only makes it better.
****
To Rise Above
by enternal_optimist
As a stone tumbled in coarse reality,
constantly worn as it is refined,
adversity, its true beauty shows.
So it is by trial we find,
all that we are capable of, the strength that lies beneath.
We are not defined by our trials,
but by how we face them.
We are all afraid; bravery is a choice,
that though you may lose, you will never be defeated.
Who among us does not have flaws?
Who does not bear scars?
Each of our journey's unique,
Our adversities leave upon us lasting marks,
They show us all that we have overcome.
Life; a constant struggle,
and by choosing not to give in, we rise above.
These last fourteen months have been rough, to say the least. But even these obvious adversities that countless families and friends go through every day can only take their toll if you let them. No one will understand this but this last year I gained a brother and a sister.
I gained a brother who I can count on, go to just to laugh and sometimes cry. I gained the brother that protected me growing up whose love and acceptance I cherished above all. I know he isn't perfect but it's not his perfection I am seeking but rather his tenderness when no one is looking, his heart of gold when he fought for me and I felt all alone. A brother's love cannot replace a father's love and I miss my father dearly, but he is what is closest to my dad now and it fills the empty space.
My sister...my sister. I am the mother who raised you. I am the mother who made the birthday parties to celebrate your birthdays, and then cleaned up any sign of a celebration so our parents wouldn't find out. I am the mother who took the spankings because I couldn't stop you from leaving and punished you by locking you out. Now I have a sister, one that understands, who knows the depth of my pain and does not belittle it, who treasurers our children unconditionally. She fills my life with laughter as loud as thunder, and sweetness with her smile. My days would be incomplete without her in my life.
Somehow, we've made it - adversities and all. But that's why Jesus died for us...so we could rise above it all. Thank you, thank you, from the bottom of my soul.
I found this poem on the internet signed by the enternal_optimist and it said it better than I ever could.
There are more days of sunshine, than darkness...time only makes it better.
****
To Rise Above
by enternal_optimist
As a stone tumbled in coarse reality,
constantly worn as it is refined,
adversity, its true beauty shows.
So it is by trial we find,
all that we are capable of, the strength that lies beneath.
We are not defined by our trials,
but by how we face them.
We are all afraid; bravery is a choice,
that though you may lose, you will never be defeated.
Who among us does not have flaws?
Who does not bear scars?
Each of our journey's unique,
Our adversities leave upon us lasting marks,
They show us all that we have overcome.
Life; a constant struggle,
and by choosing not to give in, we rise above.
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Baylor wins Nationals 40-0 and Bell's palsy
March Madness got my attention last year when A&M beat Notre Dame...I was hooked. But nothing like watching Brittany Griner, (More on Brittany Griner) and this years Baylor Bear's Women's Basketball team. To use an over used phrase...they were awesome! And 40-0 - SPECTACULAR!!!! This is like Secretariat's record. You know the racehorse that won the Triple Crown? No one has ever been able to beat his record, so it is with Baylor. Never again will another team take it to 40-0, well, it's gonna be a long, long time. There have been plenty of 39-0 records but none reached the record of 40 wins and no losses.
I was so nervous watching the game. But having watched Odyssey Sims lead her team in other games calmed me. I knew this little sophomore, who showed the maturity, composure, and knowledge of her fellow players early on would not fail her team. After all she had brought their team to the 39-0 record. She took it to the end fouling out at the very last...but long enough to put her team almost 20+ points ahead. And then there was Brittany Griner, taking her cues, delivering, executing, and dominating!!!
Notre Dame was a power house but not compared to Baylor. Baylor had poise, didn't lose their kool, kept it together all the way down the line.
And there was one more BIG factor, their coach Kim Mulkey. Coach Muley was struck with Bell's Palsy a few days before the Final Four. Believe me it can be painful and stress can be one of the culprit. There was no doubt she had plenty of stress. But she had started preparing them down the winning trail from the time Griner was a freshman. The only thing that Bell's Palsy stopped Coach Mulkey from doing was smiling.
Very little is known about Bell's Palsy. It's named after its discoverer, Sir Charles Bell, a Scottish surgeon.
For more info on Dr. Bell and Bell's Palsy...
I felt for her because I have and continue to have occasional ticks that remind me of the time when I had Bell's Palsy.
Back in 1986, when I was diagnosed with Bell's Palsy. I had just given birth to my third baby, Samantha. It was so severe they thought I was having a stroke. It mimics a stroke because you lose all feeling on the affected side. While it begins in the facial area, mine affected me all the way down to my left leg. I was told there were several factors that could have caused my Bell's Palsy.
* Pregnancy sometimes can be a factor (I was)
* Ear infection - (I did have a slight ear infection, unbeknownst to me)
* Going from hot to extreme cold. (The delivery room was freezing!!)
* Stress (Samantha was 15 days late and Ralph's ex-wife was taking him to court for the umpteenth time on the day she was born.)
I have two other old wives tales. You might have heard of them.
* Never sleep under a fan with wet hair
* Especially in this Texas heat, do not go from being overheated into an air-conditioned car/room.
It took me over a year to recover and even then, I still have a 5% residue left. I was on steroids for a year (hence my problem with weight). But somehow (I know God intervened) he directed me to an acupuncturist. I mean really, where would I find an acupuncturist in the middle of East Texas? Well, there just happened to be one moving into the Longview/Tyler area straight from China. I accredit my recovery to that acupuncture/doctor and God. I was unable to finish my treatment before we were transferred to San Antonio so that's why I still have that 5%. But I do have to be careful. I can detect a weather change, cold front, and rain ever since my Bell's Palsy with an uncanny accuracy. But my main struggle is stress. My eye will begin twitching. It's my sign that its time to walk away and chill.
Stop smiling? Nooooo, not me!
March Madness was a great. Time to relax and enjoy...bragging rights for TEXAS!!!! Great Basketball!!
I was so nervous watching the game. But having watched Odyssey Sims lead her team in other games calmed me. I knew this little sophomore, who showed the maturity, composure, and knowledge of her fellow players early on would not fail her team. After all she had brought their team to the 39-0 record. She took it to the end fouling out at the very last...but long enough to put her team almost 20+ points ahead. And then there was Brittany Griner, taking her cues, delivering, executing, and dominating!!!
Notre Dame was a power house but not compared to Baylor. Baylor had poise, didn't lose their kool, kept it together all the way down the line.
And there was one more BIG factor, their coach Kim Mulkey. Coach Muley was struck with Bell's Palsy a few days before the Final Four. Believe me it can be painful and stress can be one of the culprit. There was no doubt she had plenty of stress. But she had started preparing them down the winning trail from the time Griner was a freshman. The only thing that Bell's Palsy stopped Coach Mulkey from doing was smiling.
Very little is known about Bell's Palsy. It's named after its discoverer, Sir Charles Bell, a Scottish surgeon.
For more info on Dr. Bell and Bell's Palsy...
I felt for her because I have and continue to have occasional ticks that remind me of the time when I had Bell's Palsy.
Back in 1986, when I was diagnosed with Bell's Palsy. I had just given birth to my third baby, Samantha. It was so severe they thought I was having a stroke. It mimics a stroke because you lose all feeling on the affected side. While it begins in the facial area, mine affected me all the way down to my left leg. I was told there were several factors that could have caused my Bell's Palsy.
* Pregnancy sometimes can be a factor (I was)
* Ear infection - (I did have a slight ear infection, unbeknownst to me)
* Going from hot to extreme cold. (The delivery room was freezing!!)
* Stress (Samantha was 15 days late and Ralph's ex-wife was taking him to court for the umpteenth time on the day she was born.)
I have two other old wives tales. You might have heard of them.
* Never sleep under a fan with wet hair
* Especially in this Texas heat, do not go from being overheated into an air-conditioned car/room.
It took me over a year to recover and even then, I still have a 5% residue left. I was on steroids for a year (hence my problem with weight). But somehow (I know God intervened) he directed me to an acupuncturist. I mean really, where would I find an acupuncturist in the middle of East Texas? Well, there just happened to be one moving into the Longview/Tyler area straight from China. I accredit my recovery to that acupuncture/doctor and God. I was unable to finish my treatment before we were transferred to San Antonio so that's why I still have that 5%. But I do have to be careful. I can detect a weather change, cold front, and rain ever since my Bell's Palsy with an uncanny accuracy. But my main struggle is stress. My eye will begin twitching. It's my sign that its time to walk away and chill.
Stop smiling? Nooooo, not me!
March Madness was a great. Time to relax and enjoy...bragging rights for TEXAS!!!! Great Basketball!!
Sunday, April 1, 2012
The 45-minute storm...
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| That's Norah in the center. A little blurry but had to share. Norah plays the alto saxophone at Audie Murphy Middle School. |
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| Me, Norah and Ralph |
It's 8:20, the phone rings...it's my sister-in-law, Cleo Hinojosa.
"Are you prepared?" she asked.
"Prepared for what?" I asked.
"Well, the storm that's headed this way." she added, "If it contains tornadoes, what's the plan?"
"Geez, I never thought about that." I answered. "We'll probably head for the bathroom in the west side of our home."
After exchanging a few more insights, we hung up. I began walking around the house. Our back bedroom had stacks and stacks of papers on the bed and on tables. Ralph and I had been organizing our records for this year's taxes. The first thought that came into my mind was the wind tossing everything everywhere so I quickly repacked everything back into boxes and stored them away in the closet.
Next thing, I asked Ralph if we had masking tape. Off he went and came back with several rolls.
It's now about 9:00 p.m.
"Start taping the windows." I said.
No sooner did we begin and hail started hitting the front side of our house which faces north. At first it was like slow popping popcorn but it wasn't long before it sounded like tommy guns firing.
In the midst of all this, in our hall entrance we have a picture frame with Jesus Christ set in the middle. The Jesus figurine popped away from the frame and I caught it. I looked at Ralph, Ralph looked at me. I held on to sweet Jesus, praying the Lord's prayer the entire time we were moving our furniture and taping.
Marble size hail was blowing in a straight line into the front of the house. We taped the windows and I covered them with sheets and moved furniture in front to keep any debris out...if the windows broke, I thought.
The news report said it would last about 45 minutes. It as the longest 45 minutes of my life. Within 15 minutes there was a foot high layer of hail in our foyer.
The hail pelted the roof, the sides and demolished pretty much everything in its way.
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| This was out our garage drive way...the icy river. Our neighbor across the street (you can see his garage door open) yelled out that there was about a foot of ice on our roof. |
Thirty minutes later, it was over.
The aftermath...
Our yard, front and back, looked like cutter ants had cleaned every tree bare. Our potted plants and bushes looked like someone had taken a machine gun and randomly shot everything in sight.
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| Bobo's and Pande's tree - a few hours earlier it was an umbrella of shade in our back yard...all the leaves were gone. |
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| I don't know if you can see but we have a lot of cacti...it was systematically "gunned" down...but the Blessed Mary stood tall and untouched. Our lemon tree that was full of new lemons was picked clean...so was our valencia oranges and grapefruit trees. I was unable to load the pictures. |
She told me that she felt so secure that after we hung up she sat down to watch TV. When the pelting started she thought they'd be ok. The shutters covering the windows on the north side of her home gave way and windows broke...ice and water started going in. Her neighborhood was the worst hit. Water started seeping in through the front door. No problem, Cleo said, she began placing mats, towels anything to absorb the incoming water. Thinking it was over and under control, my brother-in-law opened the door when a fire truck went by. The next door neighbors had an explosion and fire. In rushed dirty, murky water. Their entire house was under four inches of water. Their three cars outside...totaled. It was devastating. Arturo's once pristine yard looked like Louisiana swamp land.
We attempted to go to their home since we couldn't communicate with them but were unable to make it. (Police kept turning us away.) Luckily, Gloria, my other sister-in-law and her husband, David, stepped in and helped Cleo and Arturo clean up.
We visited them Saturday night and found them in good humor, blessed to be alive. Their home will probably be gutted or leveled and their automobiles totaled...but as Cleo said...WE"RE ALIVE!!!
I have never been more scared than I was that night...but Jesus Christ in my hand held us together. Cutter ants have taught me, the strong will survive and if it does, it will come back better than ever.
The storm prepared us for what would happen Sunday morning...
I love you, Sandy...
We weathered the storm, and thought the worst was over. But in the still of the long, dark morning, our dear friend and companion of 13 years passed on. Sandra D, our sandy-colored chow-chow, left us. She didn't want to go evidenced by her desire to stay by our side, but her crippled body couldn't take it much longer. It was time, she had served us well protecting our home, our children and loving us unconditionally as only her kind know how. We will miss our furry child, our sweet Sandra D.
This photo taken in our living room and was the photo used for 2008 Christmas card. She was the only family member available at the time and she said she would pose for that year's Christmas picture. We love her very much so we wanted to share her with everyone. Everyone else were in different places, doing busy things.
Sandy's whole life was spent defending our fence and our home. She spent her early days, playing, roaming, barking and guarding our domain; every dog's dream.
She served us willingly, everyday, and gave us unconditional love at any given moment. She suffered from arthritis and hip dysplasia but she bravely took her suffering so she could be with us. She reminded us of how simple life can and should be.
Even though our hearts are broken, we will miss you, baby...we know you're in a better place - running wild with Keasha. Someday, we'll be together again.
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| Sandra D June, 1998 - April 1, 2012 |
This photo taken in our living room and was the photo used for 2008 Christmas card. She was the only family member available at the time and she said she would pose for that year's Christmas picture. We love her very much so we wanted to share her with everyone. Everyone else were in different places, doing busy things.
Sandy's whole life was spent defending our fence and our home. She spent her early days, playing, roaming, barking and guarding our domain; every dog's dream.
She served us willingly, everyday, and gave us unconditional love at any given moment. She suffered from arthritis and hip dysplasia but she bravely took her suffering so she could be with us. She reminded us of how simple life can and should be.
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