Hamilton Household delivered some ceremonial turkey.
Thank H for representing:
We had lasagna provided by friends as well as mom & dad’s antipasto, olives, buns, salad and cranberry sauce.
Dinner time:
The kids made the paper hats.
Hangout time:
Sexy Neck was supervising the kids:
Game time:
We have been very fortunate to have met incredible nurses, care aids, patients and families at hospice.
I have felt a particular affinity to C, D and M.
M is across the hall from mom and is a light and lovely soul also battling cancer. We think she may have also been in the chemo room the first time mom had her chemotherapy.
C is just here to help get his pain under control. He has asbestos in his lungs from working in an asbestos-lined building for many years. Did you know that hospice is a place to get help for pain relief not just a beautiful place to die?
Then, we end with D and his family. D is a fellow teacher, nature lover and suffering valiantly with ALS. I have felt depth and love from his daughter A and she has helped me tremendously through this by sharing her story and her life.
This afternoon D, his wife and his three girls blessed us with their singing. It was a lay down on the ground kind of moment.
Glory to God for the gifts He gives each of us. We are so incredibly unique and beautifully made.
A gift.
A toque.
Sewn with love.
Peace.
Merry Christmas.
Hospice is hosting a wonderful Christmas lunch including all the fixings and even Santa Claus.
The beautiful, hard-working and well-meaning volunteers have delivered Nana a plate of turkey dinner. We have decided, actually made an executive decision, Rea will eat the lunch. I hope we haven’t offended anyone.
Happy gobble. Gobble. Gobble.
Every Christmas for as long as I can remember, my mom would make Wifesaver from the Best of Bridge cookbook.
I remember this was last thing she would do before she went to bed on Christmas Eve. She would cut the crust off the bread. Layer it with ham and cheese. Pour the eggs overtop. And then in the morning as we were unwrapping gifts we would hear the crunch crunch crunch of the cornflakes as she put the topping on.
A few days ago, a good old friend of mom’s asked how she could help. I told Bev B. it would be great if she could make mom’s Wifesaver.
Right now this memory and ritual created by mom is being eaten by our family. Thanks to Bev’s love and generosity.
The smells, the look, the taste, the memory, the memory, the memory.
Cousins.
Siblings.
Times spent.
Memories shared.
Love my peeps.
Pouring these words over mom and all of us this morning. Amazing at how God loves us and pursues us.
Psalm 23
A psalm of David.
1 The Lord is my shepherd;
I have all that I need.
2 He lets me rest in green meadows;
he leads me beside peaceful streams.
3 He renews my strength.
He guides me along right paths,
bringing honor to his name.
4 Even when I walk
through the darkest valley,[a]
I will not be afraid,
for you are close beside me.
Your rod and your staff
protect and comfort me.
5 You prepare a feast for me
in the presence of my enemies.
You honor me by anointing my head with oil.
My cup overflows with blessings.
6 Surely your goodness and unfailing love will pursue me
all the days of my life,
and I will live in the house of the Lord
forever.
The boys woke up and were so excited that Nana was still alive. We found out that this was their one hope. Santa also visited in spades.
We are so grateful.
Merry Christmas.
"Be" ENOUGH 