Pearl Harbor Day and Christmas Trees

Last night Owen was being kind of whiny and I looked at him and sighed.  Then he said, “well, it’s just that, just that…..I’m really missing Grandma and Judi."  And then we both sighed.  I curled up with him on the couch and he said, “I just loved seeing Grandma, I want to see her right now…and I want to talk to Aunt Judi.”  We talked awhile and we both cried. I told him that we were sad because we had loved them so much and we were lucky for that even if it hurt.  He nodded and hugged me hard.  Man I love that boy.

I’ve been missing my father a lot lately.  He loved Christmas so….and when I open the tubs of Christmas ornaments and see boxes  of his special antique ornaments labeled in his hand…..it just makes me miss him terribly.  Terribly.

The end of his life, in the thick of Alzheimer’s, was so painful that I almost didn’t mourn him for a long time.  I do now though. 

Tomorrow, Pearl Harbor Day, would have been his birthday. 

I think one of the best birthdays we had with him was the time Ernie recreated his WWII  LST as a  birthday cake….complete with grey frosting and a flag.

Happy Birthday Daddy…..from all of us.

a picture of our tree....with my sister Judi's grade school ornament...