Hand Held Honestly, I planned to be asleep by now. Before I went upstairs to turn in for the night, I looked back. I looked back on some poems I had written over the last year. These poems I've tried to neatly collect electronically within my blog. Some include pictures that I've tied to the words. Then I came across this one and everything stopped. The TV showing hockey highlights in the Continue Reading...
Find Our Way
Tuesday morning, May 21, 2013, I was in New Brunswick, Canada to say good-bye to my Aunt Janette one last time. Since I was staying within 20 miles of the old homestead, I took a drive. I always try to get out there each time I am in New Brunswick. This time, I literally had only minutes to spend while in the area, but that drive, and those minutes are always worth it. Between the old homestead, Continue Reading...
The day after
The Day After The day after; it’s been just a day, a single day. I went to bed early this evening because I was completely wiped out. Exhausted. All I wanted to do was to lie down, close my eyes, turn my brain off, and drift off to restful slumber. Well, I got some of it done, but the brain just wouldn’t quit. The last few days have been overwhelming for a number of reasons. And after a brief Continue Reading...
Family Support
After getting through emotionally packed calling hours, a tearfully blessed funeral service, and more than 800 miles on the road in just 38 hours, I woke up a little bit mentally fatigued today. I'm so very thankful for the time I spent, with the quality of people I wish were around every corner, over the last two days. I'm a fortunate man. So, when my thoughts were scattered, out of focus, and Continue Reading...
My Aunt Janette
My Aunt Janette - December 6, 1947 - May 17, 2013. Janette A. Peterson It's a bright, beautiful Saturday morning, but suddenly time has lost its grip on the day. I sat down and wrote most of this over the last two weeks, in the present tense, about my Aunt Janette, a remembrance and tribute to her. Last night, just before 9pm (Eastern) God called her home. My Mom called to give me the news Continue Reading...
My Aunt Janette
It's a bright, beautiful Saturday morning, but suddenly time has lost its grip on the day. I sat down and wrote most of this over the last two weeks, in the present tense, about my Aunt Janette, a remembrance and tribute to her. Last night, just before 9pm (Eastern) God called her home. My Mom called to give me the news that I had been waiting to hear but hoped I would never actually receive. We Continue Reading...
Mother’s Day 2013
Mother's Day 2013. It's that day again. A day when I look in the mirror and search for the greatest things about my mother. I look for those attributes in the reflection I see, knowing that were I to spy any, I'd be a better version of me. I think of where I've come from as far back as I can see. And I know that there was my mom also, so close, pushing me the best to be. I picture her Continue Reading...
Generation Jumping
Generation Jumping April, 2013 ~ This weekend I drove my parents to New Brunswick, Canada, where my mom was born and raised. The trip was planned, and made, to visit with my Aunt Janette who is currently sick with cancer, in the hospital. We arrived in Woodstock late Friday afternoon and visited with family throughout the evening and even into the wee hours of the morning. Another aunt of Continue Reading...
God Made a Farmer
Inspired by the Super Bowl farmer ad, I am sharing this quick note. This commercial was not only my favorite ad from the advertising blitz that is the Super Bowl, but it may also have been my favorite part of the entire game. See, to me it wasn't an ad about a company, but a cognitive visit to times and places I don't visit often enough. Paul Harvey was a standard at my grandparents home. Continue Reading...
Destination Homestead
Destination Homestead The highways weren't what they are now. The drive times were longer and the family car was crowded. The days were most definitely simpler then. There weren't electronic games to play, options for isolating ourselves within the car, but games we played involving us all. I knew the make and model of almost every vehicle we saw along the way, we all did. I sat behind my dad Continue Reading...