Thursday, October 27, 2016
For me, home is a house with green awnings in Dearborn, MI where I grew up with my mom, dad and sister. In my mind, I can see the days in that place. The dining room where we ate dinner every night without the tv on. The kitchen my mom complained was too small for her to cook in. The stairs where my sister and I would sit quietly and listen to tv when we should have been in bed. The bedroom we shared (which was okay when we were little but a war zone when we became teens). Holidays celebrated with family and friends. First dates with nervous boys meeting dad and sadness when we had to move.
Home then became a house in Marquette, MI where I lived for a short time before getting married and moving away. But home was still there with my mom and dad. Once a week, I found myself back there whether it to do laundry while visiting with mom or having supper. It was holiday celebrations or helping when dad got sick. It was living at home for a short time while waiting for the birth of my first son and then my second.
Home changed after my dad died. Home became Appleton, WI and Las Vegas, NV and Surprise, AZ and Minneapolis, MN and finally Seminole, FL. All these places were home because that was where my mom was. Mom is gone now but I like to think she went home to be with dad. Is my home gone now? No, it is still with my mom and dad and someday when it is my time to go, I believe that I will go home too. I will find myself sitting on the front porch of that house in Dearborn, MI and my dad will come to the front door and say, "Ellen, it's time to come in...it's time to come home."
Saturday, October 15, 2016
Last week, I joined the ranks of the confused 65 year olds. I do not feel this age. I feel like I am in my 50s with all the energy and enthusiasm that goes with it. Yes, my hair is grayer these days and my children are now in their 20s and 30s and when I look in a mirror, I look so much like my mom it is scary. But for the most part, I do not consider myself 65 years old. To me, this is not old age. My dad lived to be 71 and my mom lived to be 85. With the medical achievements today and what's coming in the future, I suspect I can live to be 100. This means I am only halfway thru my life.
Now I could just sit and wait for my time on this earth to end but what is the point of that? I still have too much to do and too much to share to give up now. So this year, I told my sons the great piece of advice my mom gave me when she turned 65. I told them, "If people ask, you will tell them you are 24 and 30 years old which means I am 50 years old. Next year, I will let you know if we are changing that."
I may be 65 years old but since I don't feel that age why should anyone else know the truth.
Saturday, October 1, 2016
"My God ...I love Thee!"
-St. Therese of Lisieux