I get tears in my eyes every time I read a story about the relationship between a child and their father/mother. My mother, and father were divorced when I was very little so I did not have much contact with him except some short visits in a public location with my mother, these did not happen often.
Mother married again when I was around four to my Daddy, I loved him, and he took me with him about everywhere he went. We would all come to town on Saturday to take in the afternoon movie, then stop by the little grocery store for what was needed in groceries. I forgot to mention, we traveled by horse, and buggy, not because of our belief but because we didn’t have a car at the time. Deck, our big bay gelding was our buggy horse, and he was also hitched with Dan to work the fields. I loved living in the country, had the run of 40 acres, nothing to worry about living at the end of the road didn’t have to be concerned about traffic. Later on we got a car, a Model T, then we had a Model A. Later on more modern cars but they were not as fun to ride in. I lost my Dad when I was 13, my world came crashing down around me. The day he died was the first day I didn’t have a chance to say bye before I went to school. To this day I don’t know why. Last week was Father’s Day but this is my tribute to my Dad, George Robert Watts.
It has been over a year since I have written anything, life happens, ill health, deny to self that one is depressed, trying to keep going. If not for my little dog I wouldn’t have much to keep me busy at times. It has been over eight years now since my middle son died, I miss him, and my eldest son has cancer of the prostate that has moved into the lymph nodes, and ribs. He keeps going refusing chemotherapy for reasons we all know. His dad, his aunt, and last year the young woman who worked in the City Hall lost her battle with cancer. She had gone to cancer Treatment Center in Illinois for chemotherapy but it was just too far advanced it seems before it was found. It hit everyone very hard. I keep praying for healing, he said Mom, healing isn’t for everyone. I love my children so much.
I had three sons before having a daughter, 4 yrs, 4 months and 24 days from the first to the fourth. I knew where they all were until they became teenagers then all bets were off. I tried but life was not always so pleasant at home. They have given me ten grandchildren, seven boys and three girls. I sit here now with tears in my eyes so thankful for my family.
I married again after my first husband died, the second one died of heart disease 11-26-2003. Never again will I open myself back up for such heartache. I am comfortable in my own skin, enjoy being at home, and able to stand on my own two feet.
It is cool and cloudy this morning following two days of much needed rain, temperatures in the mid to upper 60’s with the promise of sunshine later in the afternoon. This is good weather to curl up with a good book, or just lay on the couch with my little dog to watch television.
It is so humbling to consider planet earth as the only one in the known universe with life as we know it. More than ever we need to protect our little piece of earth, and the life in our world from destruction. Unlike man made structures, we cannot rebuild a planet no matter how intelligent some are. This is it folks, care for it, nurture, and protect your home, because you will not have another one in this lifetime.
What a glorious day to be alive, thank you Lord for all the blessings you bestow on my family and me. Today is so beautiful, bright, sunny, light southerly breezes. Sunday School, and Church was so good, we are so fortunate to live in a country where we are allowed to worship without fear of persecution. Thank you Lord Jesus Christ.
May you all have a blessed Easter
Life throws us some serious curves at times but those of us who are resilient survive eventually and move on. There are times when it seems impossible to go on, the emptiness, loneliness, and pain are unbearable, unable to put one foot in front of the other just too difficult too find the strength to do so, too hard to reach down deep enough to pull oneself back up.
How Lord, how do I go on, oh Lord, please help me, how do I live without those who I love so deeply? Questions I have asked numerous times after losing a loved one. Thankfully I have the Lord Jesus to help me through the darkest times, save me from the grief that surrounds every fiber of my being. It isn’t easy but one must persevere to find the light through the darkest mist of pain.
Does the pain ever go away? No but it lessens over time. A fragrance, sound, or thought can cause all the memories come rushing back in, filling one with inconsolable grief. Over the years it becomes easier but still hurts but the feeling does not last as long each time.
My home is in a small agricultural area in Barton County, Missouri, Golden City. Being born, and living the majority of my life in the County Seat of Lamar, Missouri, I always said that I was born here, and I would probably die here. That did change later in life, I lived in three corners of Kansas for a little over 13 years, and I call Golden City my home now. With a population of less than 770 it sometimes feels too big, however, I can walk wherever I need to go, which is convenient. We have three churches that remain active, a fourth is now closed, and the building sits quietly among the memories of at one time a very active congregation, a medical clinic, two cafes, post office, a flea market, two auto repair shops, barber shop, a library, a convenient store, two places of employment, a foundry, and Golden Forms, which manufactures business forms, and two or three beauty shops, a nice park, and quiet life in general. The county of Barton has a population of less than 13,000. smaller than most cities.