Through the mist or the snow if you look hard the castle of dreams is there beckoning you on...
Dylan Thomas
Poetry is what in a poem makes you laugh, cry, prickle, be silent, makes your toenails twinkle, makes you want to do this or that or nothing, makes you know that you are alone in the unknown world, that you bliss and suffering is forever shared and forever all your own. - Dylan Thomas
Friday, May 28, 2010
Waterpark and Silly faces!
I love to spend relaxed time, no matter how short with my grandkids and their parents. Note the new order that happens when you become a gramma! I loved the visit no matter that the kids attended a funeral with us all for a young man who we cared about who ended his life from prolonged depression that few would have know he had. We were shocked and pained at the loss. The Pastor did a good job of relating the situation and letting us all know there is hope for the troubled and mercy for the Christian. The time with the family was precious and the presence of the kiddies made it all more tolerable. The next day Ira ran to Rockford while I did the shower and he brought back the new baby for Jack to meet and his beautiful wife. We spent time at the waterpark the next day and ate at Cracker Barrel before they began the long drive home.
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3 comments:
so fun! great photo :) and love the one with you holding baby boy on the side of the blog...so sweet.
I had to laugh about the new order! So TRUE! HA!! Sorry about the loss of life....I think that is one of the hardest types of death for people to deal with.
Lynda, your pictures warm my heart! Never stop sharing your family with the world! You are touching lives and don't doubt it for one minute.
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