How the little things make up the big picture---it brings so many funny memories
i read these posts as often as i can. i see how so many of you see its the little things we remember that make up the big picture. i see those little things too. we never notice as much when we have our loved ones here. i took my parents for granted. i thought theyd be here forever.inside i knew they wouldnt, but the day it came it was a reality.i see things i never noticed before. i took it for granted. now im so glad i have my birthday cards my mother sent me. i have her hand writing and the words of her cards. i see the bathrobe she bought me when my daughter was born. it was always beautiful, but now it seems like so much more than just a bathrobe. i started laughing again. im ok,. ihave the arthritis she gave me. so i just live with it. that i could do without. i see so many keepsakes. when my son got married i gave him my fathery wedding ring. he doesnt wear jewelry so his wife wears it. it keeps my father alive to me . my daughter in law thanked me and told me she was honored to have it. --how i accepted her. i never thought she was right for my son ---.not because shes bad, but shes so much more worldly than he is. they seem to be happy. thats what counts.i thanked her. it turns out she loves me. seeing my fathers ring on her hand makes me so happy and it does broing such woinderful memories back. he never wore jewelry either. he wore his sunglasse. i wish i had those, but i think he has the,m. my mother is with him. he needs them now.i do hsve keepsakes that i never really thought about when they were alive. these keep them alive. im sentimental.i see them and in remember such things i have to laugh.these little things do make up th big picture. i have such stories to tell. i want to write a humorous book. i will. my hands need to get stronger. i had surgery. it wasnt any good. its 2 years now. ill give it little more time.then i will. ill do it slowly.my back makes me do itslow. i wont have any more surgeries. im laughing now and i plan to keep laughing.right now i need some time for me. then i want to start writing again. we all have so many stories to tell.we see the little things. to me the little things make up the big picture. i do go thru some thingsnof theirs and i have to laugh. theres a story in each. like i said my fathers sunglasses were a classic. i realize he needs them more than i do.they must be with him. after all--the whole family is there along with their friends. i have my own family.its a lot, but he needs those sunglasses now more than ever. my parents were real family people. i see now when i have no other family what my mother was trying to teach us--how family is so impt. my father left everything to her, but always had his sunglasses in winter ir summer in his pocket,wherever they went.----even if they were home with company. i have some really funny stories to tell. i will. i sure hes wearing them now. but it is the little things we remember most. they make up the big picture.
i read these posts as often as i can. i see how so many of you see its the little things we remember that make up the big picture. i see those little things too. we never notice as much when we have our loved ones here. i took my parents for granted. i thought theyd be here forever.inside i knew they wouldnt, but the day it came it was a reality.i see things i never noticed before. i took it for granted. now im so glad i have my birthday cards my mother sent me. i have her hand writing and the words of her cards. i see the bathrobe she bought me when my daughter was born. it was always beautiful, but now it seems like so much more than just a bathrobe. i started laughing again. im ok,. ihave the arthritis she gave me. so i just live with it. that i could do without. i see so many keepsakes. when my son got married i gave him my fathery wedding ring. he doesnt wear jewelry so his wife wears it. it keeps my father alive to me . my daughter in law thanked me and told me she was honored to have it. --how i accepted her. i never thought she was right for my son ---.not because shes bad, but shes so much more worldly than he is. they seem to be happy. thats what counts.i thanked her. it turns out she loves me. seeing my fathers ring on her hand makes me so happy and it does broing such woinderful memories back. he never wore jewelry either. he wore his sunglasse. i wish i had those, but i think he has the,m. my mother is with him. he needs them now.i do hsve keepsakes that i never really thought about when they were alive. these keep them alive. im sentimental.i see them and in remember such things i have to laugh.these little things do make up th big picture. i have such stories to tell. i want to write a humorous book. i will. my hands need to get stronger. i had surgery. it wasnt any good. its 2 years now. ill give it little more time.then i will. ill do it slowly.my back makes me do itslow. i wont have any more surgeries. im laughing now and i plan to keep laughing.right now i need some time for me. then i want to start writing again. we all have so many stories to tell.we see the little things. to me the little things make up the big picture. i do go thru some thingsnof theirs and i have to laugh. theres a story in each. like i said my fathers sunglasses were a classic. i realize he needs them more than i do.they must be with him. after all--the whole family is there along with their friends. i have my own family.its a lot, but he needs those sunglasses now more than ever. my parents were real family people. i see now when i have no other family what my mother was trying to teach us--how family is so impt. my father left everything to her, but always had his sunglasses in winter ir summer in his pocket,wherever they went.----even if they were home with company. i have some really funny stories to tell. i will. i sure hes wearing them now. but it is the little things we remember most. they make up the big picture.