Thursday, January 28, 2010

Im gonna get you WIND!

Today, we were walking to the market. Soph was in the burley, but Jack was INSISTENT on walking. Ok, walking is good for the kid...give him a little exercise. What I didnt anticipate was how long it was going to take to get to the store! It was a little windy out. Jack took off his cute, perfectly knit hat that my mom made for him and started beating a bush with it saying, "Ahh! Go away wind! I got you wind! I got you!" I was laughing to myself at this interaction he was having with a bush. We were strolling along and I kid you not, we strolled only 5 feet until he came upon some of that wispy tall grass people plant in flower beds. The same thing happened. He started swatting the weeds with his hat yelling at it. So then, instead of discouraging my son from looking like a schitzophrenic, I encouraged it. Hell, that was one way to get us moving! So I yelled to him, "Look! Look up there (the end of the street)! There is some more wind in that tree!" He was looking so hard, and finally he yells, "Wind!! Im gonna get you wind!" And he took off running to the end of the street to again swat at the tree. I was rolling at this point. But I admit, I kept pointing out the "wind" so he would move onto the next spot, which eventually got us to the store.

It was WAY funnier in person. I assure you.

Thursday, January 21, 2010

In Remberence

Anyone ever truly believe spirits say goodbye when they leave? I used to wonder, used to question it until a specific evening 10 years ago today.

My uncle left this world and went on to somewhere better. But as he was leaving, he stopped to say goodbye. To this day, I can look back and remember where I was and what happened like it was yesterday.

I was at work, working a 16 hour shift (night) in an Adult Foster Care Home in Fowlerville, MI. I had gotten everyone tucked into bed, was getting ready to fold the last of the laundry watching an old classic on AMC - something with Tom Cruise. I had just put the sheets on the couch I would be sleeping on and was sitting down when I felt a breeze. It wasnt just a breeze. The doors were all closed. It was January in Michigan, the windows were not even open a crack. The breeze came across my feet first and wrapped around me, almost in a spiriling swoop, and then the curtain shifted. And then it was gone. It was a breeze that made me stop what I was doing for a second. And then moments later, my cell phone rang. It was my dad telling me the news. From that moment on, I never doubtd when someone would say they could/can feel a presence.

Ten years ago today. He left behind a family, who he would be so proud of now. His daughters are both beautiful and both with degrees in social services. He would NOT be dissapointed.

So here is to you Dave, Pops, Husband, Brother, Uncle. We are all thinking of you today and I think there are many who are having a toast of either Dewers or Jameson in your name. We love you.