Southern Living.

It’s funny, living in a new state. Learning new towns. Learning new sayings, ways of being, games.

Here’s a few of the things I’ve learned about living in the South.

… Chicken and waffles. Is a thing. . . that apparently you eat together.

…”I’m gonna tear your tail up” is something akin to getting a spanking. I think. Or there are a whole lot of people with tails down here….

…Be wary of two kids playing in a kiddie pool screaming “PRAISE JESUS!” If you ask them what they are playing, they might just tell you “We’re playing Baptism!” And if you’re religiously awkward, you will have no response except to nod and smile. Just sayin’…

… A “Come to Jesus Meeting” is something like telling someone how it is, or how it needs to be.

…Acceptable nicknames to call anyone, even if you’ve just met them, (and yes even if they are your therapist): baby, boo, honey, sugar

…Everything can be fried. Everything.

…There is a use for the phrase “all y’all”

…People really are more friendly down here. And gas is cheaper. And that, I really, really love.

Have a good day, y’all!

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How I Will Love You

I will love you with little notes written just for you, and hidden where only you will find them.

I will love you with surprise hugs, and buying your favorite dinner without you asking.

I will love you with clean laundry, and family breakfast on Sundays.

I will love you with silly stories and songs that I will make up to sing to you.

I will love you with surprises on your birthday.

I will love you with forts made out of blankets, movie nights, and long walks.

I will love you with a million (and one) nicknames that only you and I understand.

I will love you with conversations had only with our eyes, and inside jokes.

I will love you with my whole heart.

I will love you with intention.

I will love you so well.

Because this is how we love here, in this home. In your home.

And we love you already.

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We graduated from our foster parent/adoption class yesterday. Now we move on to the home study. One step closer to a dream coming true – for them, and for us. One step closer to building our family.

Thank you for all of your love. xo

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Jim’s Story

Please welcome Casey’s Dad, Jim to the blog for the day! This man can tell a story in person that will make you laugh until you cry. He’s going to be a wonderful Grandfather, and we are so excited he was willing to write some words down!

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I was born on a farm  in Windham, Maine.  I was the youngest of four sons.  Being brought up on a farm, you gain a good work ethic at a very early age which continues throughout your life.


It wasn’t all work on the farm; you seemed to find the time to play baseball, basketball, and of course fishing and hunting.  Again this seems to follow you throughout your life; I played basketball and baseball in junior high and high school and enjoy fishing and hunting to this day.


When I was sixteen, I finally got up the courage to ask a girl out; this was a girl I had known most of my life in school as well as in the great-uncle’s hayfield.  She said okay and five years later we were married and have been for forty-one years.   She became a registered nurse and I became a construction worker.


In the late 1970s we decided to add to the family so we had Casey and shortly after we had Katie.  This was just the beginning because they both had friends and we had a pool and a boat.   With the pool, we always had an extended family and with the boat we saw dolphins and whales, caught and released full sized sharks and of course caught plenty of fish to eat.  We tried our hands at lobster trapping and Casey learned to drive the boat to a lobster buoy in the roughest of weather so all I had to do was reach over the side to grab the buoy and start the winch.
Lobstering isn’t all it’s made out to be; one year on Casey’s birthday he took two of his best friends lobstering with us.  That day we caught 28 lobsters but, because of the size or being an egg producing female, all 28 went back in the water.  We stopped at Pizza Hut on the way home to get something to eat; it didn’t taste like lobster but, if I remember right, it was very good pizza.
Getting back to my upbringing on the farm, it was inevitable that I needed my own to keep me busy.  My wife and I bought forty acres of land and built a house, garage, and barn.  We had dairy cows, beef, pigs, and chickens; and of course, a large vegetable garden.  As our careers got busy we cut back to the garden and chickens.
As Casey and Katie headed for their teens they helped with getting the hay in and putting up the winter’s wood.  They may have complained a little at the time but, can look back as a job well done.
As I found time for enjoyment in my youth, Casey and Katie did as well.  Whether it was around the pool, fishing on the ocean, or ice fishing the lakes and ponds in the winter —we always enjoyed ourselves.  We cross country skied and learned to build a fire in the snow to cook hamburgers and hot dogs; again, no big deal but something they can teach their children.
Its obvious Casey and Katie learned how to enjoy themselves as well as have a very good work ethic.  They both have super spouses and all have quality jobs.


In closing, at nearly 63 years old, what I miss most after the kids grew up is having all the laughter of children around, so hurry up and get me some grandchildren.

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Charlene’s Story

Please welcome Casey’s Mom to the Blog for the first time!!! When we asked her if she would write about her life to share in our scrapbook, her and Casey’s Dad were so excited! Thank you so much Charlene for your words! We are excited for our future child to know you and have you as a Grandmother!

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My home was in Windham, Maine, a small rural town about 15 minutes from Westbrook. I was the fourth child born to our family and had three older brothers; they were 16 years old, 14 years old, and 7 years old. Growing up as a toddler and young child were uneventful except for the typical childhood diseases during this era (measles, chicken pox, and whopping cough). Because Windham was a small rural town everybody knew most everybody in town. Which made it nice; parents would look out for other kids and you could walk or ride a bike almost anywhere in town.

My mother was a stay at home mom which was what most mothers did during this time. Their job was to raise the children and take care of the house. My father worked for the State of Maine Highway Department maintaining the State roads year round. My elderly great-uncle also lived with us; our house was his family’s original homestead. By the time I was five years old, my two oldest brothers were married and in homes of their own.

Because we lived a modest lifestyle, as did most people, we didn’t have a lot of extras or go on trips. We had to be very careful of how the money was spent. Many things were recycled or turned into other useful things. Very rarely did people buy new things. My mother was an excellent cook and everything was homemade. We had chickens, a steer, dairy cows, and a pig that we raised for food. Most years there was venison on the table too thanks to my father’s hunting skills. Fresh eggs, milk, and homemade butter were always available. The meat was frozen for the winter supply. We also had a vegetable garden and my mother would preserve the vegetables either by canning them or freezing them. My mother and I and some of her friends with children would pack a picnic lunch and head for the woods to find the blueberry patches. We would spend all day everyday there picking berries until they were gone by so we would have pies and jam for the winter.

All of my clothing was made by my mother, a talented seamstress. We would go shopping every summer and see what the new fashions were and she would make copies of the clothes for me. She also made her own clothes, our curtains, tablecloths, and blankets. In the summer and fall she would knit or crochet my hats and mittens and socks for my father. Anything that could be made homemade was made at a fraction of the store costs. Because of this upbringing, I learned the value of a dollar and how to be thrifty. I also, through my mother’s talents and patient teaching, was able to learn a lot of her skills which I used in later life.

I started taking piano lessons when I was nine years old and continued these lessons for several years. I was also a member of the local Brownie and Girl Scout troops. When I was eleven years old we welcomed my new baby sister into the family. Shortly after, my other brother got married, so now there were just us two kids and three adults living in the house. In Junior High School I was a majorette in the small town band and I joined the Rainbow Girls Organization. During my high school years I was active in several clubs. I had always said I wanted to be a nurse ever since I was a young child, so my focus was on studying hard to get into a nurse’s training school. I also met the love of my life in high school. After graduation, I started a three year nursing program at a school about thirty minutes away. We were required to stay at the dorms but I got to go home every weekend.

About 6 weeks after I graduated from nursing school I became a wife on July 31, 1971. Again my wedding dress and veil was made by my mother as well as her own dress and most of the bridesmaid’s dresses.

 

After several years of renting, Jim and I bought a piece of land and started to build a house. We couldn’t afford to build it all even though we were building it ourselves so we chose a split-foyer design and built only the basement and lived in that, finishing rooms as we could afford it. It was a very busy life, working on the house in our spare time while I was working in a hospital and Jim was doing carpenter work and other odd jobs to save as much money as we could. We also had a milking cow and several beef animals and a pig to care for. Because of these animals it also meant we had to cut and bale hay for feed. When our son, Casey, was born I stopped working full time to stay at home and raise him. After our daughter arrived, we were getting quite crowded but still couldn’t afford to finish the house so we extended the basement out sixteen more feet. I continued to work a few hours a month as a nurse consultant at various assisted living facilities and Jim had obtained a job as a construction consultant on various commercial projects. Eventually, we formed our own construction consultant company in 1980 but his job would lead him to travel out of state and work long hours so it was up to me to keep everything running smoothly at home. I became quite self sufficient in many areas women usually don’t deal with such as removing snow and fixing broken equipment.

After nine years of living in cramped quarters, we finally saved enough to start building the rest of the house in 1983. We built it ourselves with the help of our fathers, siblings, friends, and other relatives. We are still there today. We have 40 acres of fields and woods and grow our own vegetables to preserve; giving any extras to the elderly in town. We also harvest our own firewood when time permits.

My married life has been so full of so many things that it is hard to remember all of them. I have been snowmobiling, motorcycling, camping, milked cows, hauled lobster traps, and fished for sharks, tuna, and ground fish in the ocean. I also grow about eight hundred flowers from seed in our greenhouse and plant them in my flower gardens and in pots around our swimming pool. I took up watercolor painting after the children got older.

As you can see, I have had a very full life with many wonderful experiences and memories and forty-one years of an exceptional marriage.

 

 

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‘Round Here…

Spring in North Carolina is out of control beautiful. Here’s some pictures from the last couple of weekends!

Wilmington is home of the Azalea Festival, which was this week. These gorgeous flowers are EVERYWHERE around town, in different colors. Beautiful!

 

These trees are everywhere too, with rose-like flowers. Anyone know what they’re called? They are full sized trees.

Spock is enjoying his new life in NC!

Casey met a Storm Trooper, who asked him if he was half-Wookie….

The Azalea Festival was the place for ALL THE FRIED THINGS!

And perhaps most exciting news? We bought bunk beds from our neighbors. BUNK BEDS. Because we have **SIX** adoption classes left, and sooner rather than later there will be child(ren) in this home, and our lives will never be the same.

Thanks to ALL of your for your love, support, and words. I’ve been terrible about updating and responding but truly we can feel all of your support around us and it means the world! Stay tuned!

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Live in the Moment (by Casey)

I knew that I wanted to marry Jenn within our first year of dating. I think she wanted the same thing, as we used to talk about what our wedding and marriage would be like. During these talks, she recommended to me that if I ever did propose, that I take Stacey with me to buy the engagement ring, as a consultant.

So on Thursday, March 26th, 2009, Stacey and I took advantage of the fact that Jenn worked late on Thursdays and snuck away to go ring shopping. We made plans to hit every jewelry store in and around the Maine Mall. The shopping excursion took less time than we realized, however, as it only took three rings at the first store to find the right one.


After that, we went to Target, where I skipped around the parking lot. Then I took Stacey out to dinner at the Texas Roadhouse, as a thank you for her services. She hugged me as I dropped her off at their apartment, then I visited my parents to show them the ring. It was a fun night!

I had a plan for proposing. Every May we’d go camping at a place called Megunticook in Rockport, ME. It was where we took one of our first camping trips, and where we first said “I love you” to each other. I was going to wait until we were on the wooden swing where the “I love you”s were first said, and then get down on one knee. It would be perfect!
Jenn and I always spent one day of the weekend together, and at this time it was usually Sunday. On this particular week, however, Stacey had a date on Saturday night so Jenn and I started our day Saturday evening. It was a wild night, with a trip to the gym, and dinner at Tim Horton’s. It was definitely a fun night, and I enjoyed chatting over yogurt parfaits.
All the while, I was trying to contain my excitement regarding what I had done with Stacey’s help two days before.

When we got back to my house, we started talking about spontaneity, and the fact that I tend to plan things out in advance. Jenn told me that it’s always best to live in the moment. I quickly ran to the bathroom, while she lit some candles in the kitchen, as we felt like dancing. In the bathroom, I texted Stacey, asking her what she thought about the idea of me just proposing that night. I didn’t get a response, since she was on her date, so I calmed down and went back out to the kitchen.

Jenn had the candles lit, and music playing, and we were about to start dancing when I decided to do it! I ran into the office, where I had the ring in the safe. I brought it out to the kitchen, got down on one knee, and told Jenn that I loved her, and that she taught me about living in the moment, and asked her if she would marry me.

She said yes, and we spent the night laying on the kitchen floor calling our friends and family. We spent the next day sitting on the couch with a blanket over us, writing down our wedding plans in a notebook. Proposing at Megunticook in May would have been great, but this proposing in March 28th, 2009 was perfect.

I’ll also note that we set the wedding date for May 22nd, 2010, but in July we decided to change it spontaneously to September 19th, 2009, because we couldn’t wait. The wedding day was also perfect. More perfect than the followng May 22nd.

My wish for you is that you learn to live in the moment, and realize that planning is not required to create a perfect moment.

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Life Lessons

I’ve been thinking a lot about life lessons since Jenn asked me to write stories about  history with my family.  At the time I didn’t recognize events as a lesson on anything.  Come to find out I learned all kinds of things such as how to present myself,  what is wrong, what is right, commitment, importance of family, contributing to a community and many others that don’t come to my mind right this moment.

For instance, every year we had a huge garden at my Uncle Henry’s farm.  We (me and my three brothers) were expected to help plant, weed, hoe, pick off potato bugs and everything else that went along with keeping the garden in good shape.  When I was little I swore the rows of vegetables were at least a mile long.  Come to find out they were not quite that long.  In the fall we had to help harvest which included picking green beans and cutting them up long into the night.  Picking corn and getting it ready for freezing.  Beets and tomatoes were canned.  Potatoes went into cold storage in the basement.  All the veggies were used during the winter months and I don’t recall ever running out before we started harvesting again the next year. There were six people living in our household and we simply needed a lot of veggies.  Even though in my mind I thought it was incredible that we were treated like child labor I really learned about working and contributing to the family.  One thing I know I learned was that as an adult I never wanted to weed a garden again.  I frequent farmers markets and vegetable stands in the summer and fall.  Someone has to buy their products and it might as well be me.

{My family in 1954, I’m the baby!}

            Another clear memory is when I wrote on the side of a brick building with chalk.  I don’t remember who I was with or what we wrote.  We were killing time waiting for the daily paper to come out as we were paper route deliverers.  So we were goofing off.  When I got home that afternoon my father had already gotten a call from someone.  He asked me if I had done that and I told him yes.  Next thing I remember is I’m headed down the street with a bucket and sponge to go clean off the building.  Guess I learned about cause and effect, responsibility for my actions and chalk doesn’t wash off brick as easy as I thought it might.  It took some “elbow grease” to get the chalk off.  And, I never did that again.

There were lots of other things I learned growing up such as don’t go out without a hat when it is 10 degrees with a north wind and your hair is wet.  That spells a complete disaster which included frost bit ears.  Don’t ice skate until you can’t feel your feet because that makes the walk home very very uncomfortable.   Be on time.

One of the most important life lessons is that it is okay to have fun with your friends and family members.  My brothers and I would play in a brook that went by my Uncle Henry’s farm and we would also fish there for brook trout.  We found fascinating things to do in the hay barn.  We had a row boat that we took out on the lake on a regular basis.  We played monopoly games that lasted for days.   I was taught how to watch the grass grow while sitting around talking on any number of summer days.

{my mother reading to us, 1959}

Don’t look now – there may be a life lesson just around the corner for you.

 

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True Friends

I grew up with a lot of loss in my life. By the time I was 13 I had lost my Grandparents on my Mom’s side, and two of my uncles. I had been to funerals, wakes, and had laminated obituaries hanging on my wall that represented half of my extended family.

At the age of 15, my Mom walked through the kitchen door and my world was rocked again.

There are moments in your life that you can remember like yesterday. That day is one of them. I was on the phone with Stacey when she came through the door, and everything about her body language told me something was wrong. I hung up with Stacey, and we had a family meeting in the living room. I sat on the arm of our living room chair when my Mom told us the news.

Cancer.

15 years ago, our family faced my Mother’s mortality for the first time. I looked into her eyes, that are also my eyes, and after holding her gaze, I turned away. More like I ran away.

I called Stacey back from my front porch stairs, crying.

For the next year, I learned a lot of lessons. I learned the ins and outs of all the waiting rooms. I learned that my father deals with stress by incessantly claiming everything will be okay. I learned that my mother prefers to cry in the shower, when she believes no one will hear her. I learned that my brother could or would not be my support in this crisis— I’m still not sure which.

I learned that a crisis such as this, is the quickest way to learn who your friends are.

“She says she doesn’t like hanging out with you because you’re not as happy anymore.”

“You’re so lucky you get to leave class early to go to the hospital with your Mom. This test is so hard!”

“What’s the big deal? She doesn’t seem that sick.”

Straight to my heart. That’s where all of these statements went. Never to be forgotten. And if I’m being brutally honest with myself – never to be forgiven.

And then there was Stacey. And Carly. And Antoinette. And, oh, Stacey.

In a crisis such as this – friendship, best friendship, is solidified. Someone who cannot know how you feel exactly– but hugs you while you cry anyway. Someone who will pick up the phone after you just saw your Mom without hair for the first time, and just listen.

I’m not saying that we wouldn’t have been best friends if not for this time in my life. I’m saying that life events like this makes and breaks a lot of relationships. And not only did it bond my Mother and I together even closer, but it also tested Stacey and I. I realized what matters, who matters, and that is the people who are there. Rain or shine. Laugh until you cry, or cry until you laugh. Finish your sentences. Treat your family like their family. Get you.

I learned a lot of lessons in that year. And one of the biggest, is when the doctor said “cancer-free” – it wasn’t just that statement that let the sunshine back in, it was the people who stayed through the rain that made it so much brighter.

My wish for you, is to have friends. Actually, to have a best friend, who gets every little part of you. And loves you in spite of it all, and because of it all.

 

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Never Give Up (by Casey)

After I graduated High School, I decided to go to college at the University of Southern Maine.  Ultimately, my decided major was Electrical Engineering.  College was HARD, but I eventually hit my stride and I was getting A’s and B’s in my Electrical Engineering classes (and not doing TOO bad in my other classes after Freshman Year).

But Junior year was easily the worst year.  When you are an Electrical Engineering major, Junior year means two semesters of Electronics, appropriately (if not creatively) named “Electronics I” and “Electronics II”.

The Electrical Engineering Department was small; there was less than fifteen of us in my class.  The next class up only had about five students, and several of us befriended them during our Sophmore (their Junior) year.  That was their year to take Electronics.  Their class was first thing in the morning for a couple of hours, two days a week, followed by a lab that was “two hours” long.  I put that in quotes, because the reality was that the labs were so difficult and complicated that they would be there most of the day completing their work.  That’s probably one reason we befriended them despite not sharing classes; they were around the lab a lot.

For our Junior year, a change was made.  Our class was two hours, two days a week, but didn’t start until four in the afternoon.  So after a day of other classes we had to absorb this monster, and then try to do the labs in an evening.

I’m not intending to sound whiny, but trying to paint a picture of just how difficult this class was.  I think every major probably has one class that falls into the “monster” category, and this was ours.  I didn’t have the best time with it, but I put in the work with my lab group and studied for tests both alone and with the various study groups that formed within our class.

Around the beginning of December, towards the end of “Electronics I”, we each had progress meetings with the professor to see how we were doing.  I knew I wasn’t excelling, but I felt like I was doing ok, probably in the “B” range, B- at the worst.

Turns out I was getting a C-.  In college, at least at USM, when you are getting less than a C or C+ (I forget which one) in a class that is in the same department as your major, it is considered failing.  Due to being a class in a small department at a small college, this class was only offered in the fall, so it would be a whole year before I could catch up.  Not to mention that all of the other classes required a passing grade in this one.  So if I failed, I was basically stuck for a year.  Well, I could take some of the non-electrical engineering classes, but I was still looking at graduating a year later than planned.
So the question became, could I actually pass?  There was only a couple of weeks left until finals.  The final was pretty much the only thing left.  I told one of my lab partners/friends that I was probably just going to stop going to class.  Why bother?  I hated this class.  Besides being difficult, I didn’t find the material terribly interesting.  The professor was from Turkey and had kind of a weird, mumbly accent that made his lectures tough for me to follow.

Well, I cooled off, and decided that I couldn’t just quit.  There was only two weeks left anyway, and I still had the final.  Would it be enough?

I studied my butt off for this thing.  Alone and with my classmates, like I had with the others.  But A LOT more than usual on my own.  I really started to understand it better, and realized how lost I had been regarding certain parts of the material.

So finals came and went.  I’m guessing test scores are posted on the internet nowadays, but back then there was an automated phone line you called to get your grade.  Turns out that I blew the final out of the water (even getting some bonus points), which turned my grade into a B+!!  I couldn’t believe it!
So I wasn’t held up.  I went on to take Electronics II in January, and passed that, too (though my grade wasn’t quite as high).
My wish for you is that you never give up, no matter how hopeless a situation looks.  You never know what you can pull off.

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Spend Time with Those you Love

Grab your tissues for Casey’s first installment…

I was very young, like about 3 or 4 years old, my family would visit my Grammy and Grandpa Gilman almost every Saturday morning after breakfast.  They only lived a few miles away, so we were very close to them.
Every Saturday on the drive over, I can remember asking my parents if I could stay at Grammy and Grandpas’ house for the day, even after my parents and my sister went home.  My parents would tell me that it was rude to invite myself over for the day (which is true, I just didn’t see it that way when I was four).
Nonetheless, many times I’d end up staying at their house, even after the rest of my family left.  My grandparents loved their grandkids, and I think they had as much fun as I did when I was at their house.  My Grammy Gilman and I would take long walks, both in the neighborhood, and in the huge apple orchard behind their house.
They had a lot of toys at their house, which I believe were mainly left over from their four kids and several other grandchildren that had outgrown them.  My Dad is the youngest of their four boys, which made my sister and I the “babies” of the grandchildren.  Not all of the toys were hand-me-downs, however, as Gram’s favorite place to shop in any store was the toy aisle.
Besides the walks and the toys, we’d play games and listen to her records.  Grandpa Gilman would bring out a toy Ukele and sing goofy songs to both me (and my sister, who also spent a good amount of time with Grammy and Grandpa).  They had two swings hanging from a gigantic tree. I don’t recall what type of tree it was, but it always provided lots of shade in the summer.  It was always fun at their house.
The reason I seem to have more memories of my Grandmother is mainly due to my Grandfather dying of cancer when I was 9.  69 seems old when you’re a kid, but it’s really too early to go.  After his passing, my Grammy Gilman stayed in their house (which he built), and we remained close over the years.
Naturally, time always passes, and Gram got older and couldn’t get around quite as good.  The apple orchard became a housing development.  The big tree died and had to be cut down.  I also got older, which meant I got busier than I was when I was four.  Still, I continued to visit Gram (as did the rest of my family), and even spent the night many times.
I can’t say this is true of all of the grandchildren.  I can’t speak with certainty regarding their lives, but I saw a lot more of them coming by to visit and coming to family gatherings when I was little, than when I was a teenager or an adult.  My Mom told me once that my sister and I were the only grandkids that had anything to do with her.
When I was around 20, Gram had a sudden heart attack.  It was very close, but she pulled through.  A year or two later, she had some major internal bleeding and again had to be rushed to the hospital.  But again, she made it.  When I was 26, she had a stroke.  But Gram was TOUGH, and made a very good recovery for her age (by now she was in her mid-80’s).
Through all of these near death experiences, my parents did their best to shelter us from the situation.  But their faces, and their tone told the real story.  The truly thought she was a goner all three times (and have admitted that since).
Each time, I hated the thought of Gram leaving us.  She was the relative I was closest to outside of my immediate family, and always had been.
After her recovery, she really couldn’t get around.  Some people would have sent her to a nursing home, but certain family members pulled together, and created a support system for her to keep her as healthy and safe as possible while still living at her home of over 50 years.
During this time, I made sure to visit her whenever I could.  We always loved playing cards together, and we had many afternoons of playing Rummy.  Another thing we had in common was our love of sweets, so I bought her a set of sundae dishes and would make us ice cream sundaes (which prompted her to refer to me as the “Soda Jerk”).
Gram made it at her house for a little more than two years.  Finally, her health failed to the point that she needed constant care.  In April of 2007, she moved into a nursing home, where her health continued to decline.  On February 5th, 2009, she passed away.
I remember at her funeral, Jenn and I sat beside my cousin Peter (the oldest son of Gram’s oldest son) and his wife.  We hadn’t spoken in years, so we chatted for a couple of minutes.  At one point he mentioned very briefly  (while looking down at the floor, slightly ashamed) that he probably hadn’t seen her as often as he should have.  I realized that while I was sad, that I didn’t have any such regrets.
My wish for you is to appreciate your loved ones, and to make the most out of the limited time you have with them.

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