Tuesday, October 30, 2012
I decided I would do a Hodgepodge post as I haven't done one in quite a while. I always enjoy reading these posts when others do them as I enjoy the randomness of it all, and just hearing how others answered the same questions. So to enjoy the others who participate in this click HERE.
1. What creeps you out? Umm, well there are a few things that creep me out, but right at the top of the list are spiders. Not sure why as most of them are soo harmless of course. But all their legs just crawling along "creeps" me, haha.
2. What is your least favorite candy? Gee, do I have one? I guess maybe I don't really like Skittles, though I will eat them on rare occasions, haha. Though my grandson Jeffie just can't understand that. "How could you NOT like Skittles Grandma?
3. Are you a fan of scary movies? What is the scariest movie you have ever seen? NO! As a general rule I do NOT like scary movies. The scariest would have to be the Exorcist...I didn't even make it through the whole thing.
4. What part of life confuses you the most? I am afraid I am going to over-think this like I always do on these kind of questions. Off the top of my head I just find it confusing the way some people handle their relationships. Brothers and sisters who fight and go years without speaking....Moms and dads who are completely estranged from their kids. I just don't get it, and I am not judging. It is just that life is short, and though we all get angry and get our feelings hurt now and then, there is just something about forgiveness that frees the soul. We need to learn to forgive as we are forgiven.
5. Pumpkin, sunflower, sesame, poppy....what is your favorite seed? Oh this is an easy one! I LOVE sunflower seeds. Always have. Rather I am biting them out of their shells or eating them shell less warm and salted or sprinkling them on salads, it matters not...LOVE them!
6. Imagine your life 10 years from today...what's changed? Well, hopefully MANY things, but keeping it simple, hopefully hubby will be retired and we are spending our days visiting kids and grandkids, lounging on the beach, and enjoying life!
7. What do you a) love most and b) like least about the Hodgepodge? Funny, I think I may have already inadvertently answered this. I like hearing what others have to say about the same questions and just the randomness of it all. You get to know people on a different level. And I really don't like the way I get stumped on a question and then over-think it, haha.
8. Insert your own random thought here....As always I have many thought rumbling around in this head. Most of them today are about the recent passing of my ex-dil. When someone that young dies unexpectedly, you find yourself really thinking about just how uncertain this life really is. We are all so sure usually when we are young, that there is always more time. But the truth is of course none of us ever know just what day or hour or souls will be required of us, making it soo important of course that we are ready. Where will my eternity be spent? Do we know Jesus? This is all that really matters at the end of the day. My son John is a graphic artist by day, and a writer at night. He has written much over the years both published and just laying around. He has been writing out his thoughts these last few nights about his feelings and thoughts about his ex-wife. I decided to share a small part of some of it as I think it is just soo good, and I know he wouldn't care as he has already posted it on Facebook for the world to see. In the beginning section of it he was telling a story of a memory of his where his wife and he had played a game of Trivial Pursuit while sitting on the beach in Long Beach where they lived at the time. Picking up here he says....
I don't remember much more about that night or the next day. But as I lay here alone in my room, I can still smell the salt from the breeze, and the exhaust from the tugboats that even on December 24th continued their endless watery toil in the deep harbor waters of San Pedro. I can see the black and red blanket we used, I remember what shoes I was wearing, and see her blazing green eyes looking into my eyes through those maroon colored Nine West glasses she was wearing.
It was cool but not cold, it was overcast and dark but still an hour from sunset. It was Christmas Eve, she was my wife, and we had been married for about a month.
And it was a happy, happy time. It wasn't perfect, and even that far back there were already health issues and we had our struggles. But back then the good still bullied the bad into quick submission. We were a young couple and had our whole lives still before us.
We would only spend two more Christmas's together, neither of us had any inkling that our time together was borrowed, or that Jen's remaining Christmases you would need both hands to count, but would have fingers to spare.
After the game she pulled out her guitar and we sang Christmas songs, and then Jen sang some Bob Dylan and "Father and Son" by Cat Stevens, and then we got up and walked home.
What happened after that I do not recall. I am sure we went out to eat and then probably watched a movie downstairs at the theater, but that is only a guess, because there is one part of that day that is carved into the granite of my memory, and another part of that day and night that is like a thousand others, lost to me in the mist of memory.
And what strikes me is how much I didn't know then. How much she didn't know then. And how neither of us would guess that so large a chunk of our lives, shared, would be lost to that to big forgetfulness of unobserved history.
The non remarkable days. The sink stopped up. The Japanese food delivery that forgot her shrimp tempura. The trip back home to retrieve a forgotten purse. A paper cut. The million billion little details that will one day lie precious and totally forgotten; a casualty of the arrogance of youth and the infirmity of the human mind.
And in those times, and in our shared memories, and in the ones only I can recall and vice versa, is the sum total of our lives, together and apart, in a number that once grew every minute of every day, until it ran out and would grow no more....John Class
A friend of Jennifer's put this video of her together. It is Jennifer singing. What a beautiful voice she had. She sang, played guitar and wrote her own music and lyrics. I am soo grateful she did this so we have it now to have for always....ENJOY
I labored over this post and after a good two hours LOST IT....yes LOST IT...and I could have just cried. There was no way after all of that I wasn't going to re-do it, so here it is. For some reason I can't find the thing to post this later, so it is here now, a day early, haha.
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