Another British Open, but not like all the others.... Tiger Won! Tiger Cried! And Cried! and Cried! I felt his sorrow, and my husband and I weep with him. Little boy, so rich, so strong, so talented....So wanting to have his Dad with him today......

We all share this feeling , when we realize someone we love, and admire, someone who loves us unconditionally, leaves us forever....

How do you find comfort when someone who is so vital to your life, leaves? .... You know they are with Jesus. They are in a better place. They will never suffer, nor cry, nor see you suffer or cry.....Is it selfishness on our part? How long does the grieving process last?

My Dad has been gone 41 years, and it is just like it was yesterday. He left me,(20) my bro (13), and a 54 year old wife.......

My bro and I talk about him often...My Mom never so much as dated, much less remarried....Said she did'nt want another man telling her how to raise my brother....Then when my brother got out of college, she said all the men were too old, and she did'nt want to take care of another man. Ha!!!! She is 95 now. Lives alone. I think at one time she would have loved to find a friend, but she did'nt know how to go about it.....

Tiger made me sad...He will be fine now. His first major since his Dads death is over. The runner up lost his Mom July 4. He was having a difficult time too....Said everything he was he owed to his Mom......He and Tiger were both showing the World how certain people influence our lives.

No matter if we had parents, grandparents, or family of any kind, each one of us, is who we are, because someone influenced our life.....Someone along the way touched us and tried to make us do better, think differently, act kinder, take responsiblity for our actions........

Today I will take time to thank all the people that influenced my life in some way for the better.......

*****Congratulations Floyd Landis!!!! United States Winner!!!!
Tour De France

I find myself exhausted from participating in Whits posts the past three days or so....They both certainly got me to thinking...

I was called by Wayfarer several things, but the worst I was prejudice against blind people. I really think blind people are very capable of doing many things, but taking care of four three year olds in a Day Care for money was just not one....

I have read where blind parents raised healthy happy children, and I'm sure they can. Just the Day Care Business did'nt gee haw for me.

Oh Well, I have never been called prejudice before, and that kinda got me.....

It brought to mind, the many Special Needs children I took care of for many years at our Public School. We took them from 3 until 22, and I truly enjoyed my job...They were Gods little Angels, and I felt I was just taking care of them, until he called them Home...They would never reach the age of accountability, and were in deed little Angels from above....Many have passed away, and I will never forget any of them...

Then I worked with Children who would eventually be main streamed, and be able to hold jobs and function in society. I learned more from them then they did me.....Beautiful babies, most from abusive families.

A few years before I retired I worked with kindergarten children, and they were awesome too. Beautiful and smart, and innocent, and so so much energy.....Always ready to do their best...Many being raised by grandparents, and alot being raised by older siblings. Come Sept. my heart will ache for them....

I just imagine I will be doing some volunteer work come this Fall.....Teachers always need people to read or listen to children read. Can you imagine children without parents who will listen to them read? Or parents who will not read even to their kids?

Well, I've rattled enough about kids, and blind people, and reading.

My husband says I love to much....But what is too much...I don't think we can love too much when it comes to our greatest commodity.

Five years ago today, a little white kitten came into our yard from the highway, and hid in our switch cane....I heard her crying, and after several days coaxed her out, and finially she made it to our patio. My husband doctored her, as she had apparently been thrown out of a car....She was in pretty bad shape...

I did'nt want another cat, as my Sug had been put to sleep three weeks before. He was 18 years old, and quite a member of my fam...I called him Beauty Boy. He weighed 26 lbs., and was a house cat.

Immediately, this little white cat, and my husband bonded. He had never liked cats, and had taken Sug in when we married, but never really got attached to him....Now this little white kitten was different....We named her Phoebe Grace, and she eventually came into the house, and today runs in and out.....She thinks my husband is her mother, and won't let anyone pet her, or hold her except him or me.....Not even our kids, and grandkids can get close to her... If something happened to both of us, she would become a ferrell cat for sure.

She is really enjoying the house during our hot wave!!!! And pretty much runs the show....Happy Birthday Phoebe Grace!!!!

I never realized just what a Grandchild could do to a normal level headed human being, until my 34 year old daughter gave me my first grandchild six months ago...He of course is georgeous.. Smart, and really has been smiling since he was 3 weeks old. A real Mr. Personality. Thinking of him, and the love I have for him brought to mind just how I had felt when my first child, my daughter was born. I remember feeling so content, and fulfilled for the first time in my life.

On July 23, l971 I tried to put into words just what I felt:

DEAR DAUGHTER:

THE RAINS HAVE GONE,
THE AIR IS CLEAR,
AND HERE I SIT
WITH MY BABY SO DEAR...

SHE LOOKS UP AT ME
AND SMILES SO SWEET,
I LOWER MY HEAD
AND KISS HER CHEEK...

IF WE NEVER HAD TO MOVE,
I COULD BE PERFECTLY CONTENT,

JUST TO SET HERE AND DREAM,
AND THANK GOD FOR WHAT HE SENT..

MY BABY SO PERFECT,
SO SWEET AND TRUE,

WITH ALITTLE POINTED
CHIN, AND EYES SO BLUE.....

A LITTLE BROWN CURL
ON TOP OF HER HEAD....
AND A GREAT BIG CRY
WHEN ITS TIME FOR BED....

MY DARLING LITTLE GIRL,
I LOVE YOU SO....
I PRAY SOMEDAY YOU'RE
OWN BABY TO HOLD....

LOVE, MOMMY

Early this morning as I was watering my flowers in my back yard, thoughts of years gone by entered my little mind.

In the early 80's I was asked to write a poem in memory of the Ladies of our Church who had passed away..For years they had become a vital part of our Church, especially for our younger women.

DEAR FATHER IN HEAVEN,

EVEN THO YOU KNEW THEM LONGER,
THEY WERE OUR FRIENDS AS WELL..

WE THANK YOU FOR THEIR LIVES,
THE MEMORIES ON WHICH WE DWELL...

EACH ONE IS MISSED IN A WAY
WE CANNOT DESCRIBE,

WE REALIZE THEY ARE HAPPIER,
FOR IT IS WITH YOU, THEY RESIDE...

YOU KNEW WE WOULD LEARN
BY OBSERVING THEM EACH DAY,

AS THEY GREW STRONGER IN FAITH,
THEIR LIVES DWINDLING AWAY....

THEY ALWAYS HAD A SMILE,
THEY NEVER SEEMED TO DISPAIR..

OH, THE MANY HOURS YOU
TALKED WITH THEM IN PRAYER....

THEY SHOWED US HOW TO LIVE,
TO LOVE, AND FACE DEATH.....

FOR THEY TRULY KEPT THEIR FAITH,
RIGHT UP TO THEIR LAST BREATH....

THANK YOU DEAR LORD, FOR THESE
SISTERS SO KIND,

FOR THE CROSS OF CALVERY,
GAVE THEM PEACE OF MIND!

I'm so thankful I was blessed to know these Spiritual Women....

I thank my God upon every remembrace of you, Phil: 1:3