Tuesday, February 13, 2018

Teo and Meeko Tribute 2018

On Saturday morning, July 29, 2006, Leslie was driving home from working the night shift.  As she drove down Avery Drive towards Sand Springs she saw two puppies in the road.  She stopped and picked them up and then called me.  She came over to the house and when she pulled into the driveway I saw two puppies in her car!  She told me she was afraid they would be hit by a car and killed so she picked them up.  We got a kennel set up and put them in the side yard until we could decide what to do with them.  Later that evening Robin’s daughters were involved in a terrible car accident.  We spent the rest of the weekend and the following weeks grieving with their family at the loss of their daughter and serious injury of another daughter. 
Each time we came home we would play with the puppies.  They would play with us, lick us and do what puppies do.  Their presence was like a balm for our broken hearts.  We had  Andy and Ace, our poodles,  so I placed an ad in the local newspaper to find them a home, but only got one call and that person only wanted one puppy.  I felt strongly that they needed to be kept together.  I can’t explain why I felt this way.  By the end of the second week of having them it was determined that they were ours. I looked up dog names that began with the letter “T” because the dark puppy had a big white cross on her chest.  I found the name Theodore means “gift from God” and a shortened version was Theo or Teo.  I liked that name, it fit.  “Teo” she would be.  The white puppy had some Mickey Mouse freckles on her under belly so it was easy to see she needed a Disney character name.  Since she looks like she has a racoon type mask on her face we named her after the racoon in the Disney movie Pocahontas.  Her name would be Meeko.  The two pups were inseparable.  They did everything together.  Teo was definitely the alpha female but Meeko made her presence known and they sometimes had sibling spats.  A few times they broke their teeth from the snapping fights they would have.  No serious injuries to each other but their snarling and fighting could be ferocious at times.   They grew up into beautiful dogs. 
Meeko’s coat is thick white fur with a tan spot on her ribs. I think she looks like an Akita breed of dog.   Meeko always was the tattle tale sister dog to Teo. Always a sweet girl, but if Teo was doing something bad, Meeko would bark and come get me.  If Teo was outside and too slow coming back inside after a bathroom break, I would send Meeko back to “go get Teo” and Meeko would bound down the steps to get Teo to come back inside.  Meeko would not eat her food until Teo was finished with hers, then she would growl to warn Teo that she was guarding her food. 
Teo ‘s fur is a black, silver and tan coat.  Teo was my devoted companion and friend.  She was always by my side or underfoot and laying on me when she could. If I sat down Teo would lay on or near my feet.  If I was eating she would sit by me and watch me.  When I slept she laid on the floor next to my side of the bed.  When I was in the shower she laid by the shower door so she had to move when I opened the door. If I was on the potty she would put her head on my lap.  If I worked on the computer upstairs she would push her way under the desk, a small space, and lay on my feet.  When it was 8:00 PM she would remind me it was time for her bedtime medicine and a treat. She had an amazing sense of time.
When I came through the door after being gone she would greet me at the kitchen door with tail wagging,  turning circles and whinng with joy upon my return.  She would put my wrist or hand in her mouth and “hold my hand” as she greeted me.  I would have to substitute a toy that we called a “hold it” into her mouth so I could get my hand back.  As we did this over and over I began to say to her “get a hold it” and she would find a toy to hold as she did her circle dance around the kitchen upon my arrival. 
After her leg broke from the bone cancer Teo was in a cast. She would still get up and hop to the kitchen door to greet me, not wanting to miss a chance to have a sweet reunion with me.  Meeko would prance in the background waiting for her chance to say hello and get a rubdown and hug. 

Teo was my “gift from God.”  Meeko was her sister and best companion.  I love them both so very much.  Loosing a companion pet is heartbreaking.  I have a 90 pound hole in my chest that Teo used to fill.  I miss her beyond description or comprehension.  Meeko is lost without Teo here.  We are spending as much time together as possible to get through this loss.  Someday Meeko will be gone too and I will be grieved beyond description.  Jesus help me when this happens.  

O

Monday, February 5, 2018

Dreads

I have discovered that I have two dreads
Being left behind
Living without
In 1988 my grandmother died.  Alone.  She was one of twelve children in her family.  She married my grandfather who was one of nine children.  At the time of her death she had experienced the death of all eleven of her siblings, her husband and all of his eight siblings.  Along with the deaths of an infant daughter and two grandsons and many nieces and nephews, cousins and many other relatives.  She was the last of her generation in her family.  Her adult children and all grandchildren lived many hundreds of miles away from her and did not get to see her very often.  She truly was “left behind.”  I watched this occur over my lifetime but it didn’t truly catch my attention until her death when there were not that many people at her funeral.  At the cemetery we talked about all the relatives that were buried there and all the extended family that had died before grandma did.
Grandma ended up living without her family and many many friends until she died.  She had been left behind.  I considered her to be a strong pioneer type of woman but I never thought of how alone and  lonely she truly was.  She was the only one left of a huge extended family.  She died at age 88  alone in her home.  
I have thought about the amount of grief and sadness my grandma experienced in her life.  How she was left behind because it was a huge family.  She was the only one left.
Pastor Scott’s 2018 sermon series currently is about “Living without enough.”   Well when I heard the topic my ears shut off at the “living without” part.    I used to think I wanted to live to be 100,  but have changed my mind.  To live that long would mean there would be a lot of people and friends I love who would die before me and I would have to live without them in my life until we are reunited in heaven.  The prospect of living without them fills me with dread.  How do I do that?  Live without them in my life?    I don’t need more wealth or more stuff if I don’t have my loved ones and friends with me to share it with.  I don’t want to travel if I have to go alone.  Who to share the memories with?  Who to talk to along the way?  
I am working to build my treasures of heavenly things.  To me that means people and pets.  I remember visiting with Colton Burpo, from the book Heaven Is For Real, telling his testimony of what he saw in heaven.  All the people he met there and the animals he saw and the lion he played with and Jesus's horse.  I imagine after meeting Jesus I would then be meeting up with family and friends who have gone to heaven before me, and my pets who are there running to greet me upon my arrival.  This mental picture makes me so happy.  I imagine being in heaven awaiting the arrival of another loved one that I can greet at the gates.  
I don’t want to live to be 100.  I don’t want to be left behind.  Living without the ones I love here on earth would be a miserable life.  I am not suicidal but being left behind and living without as I described above would be so awful.   I pray that Jesus will come soon and fix his broken Earth, making it new again.  Rev 21:5

Tuesday, January 2, 2018

2018 Begins

January 2, 2018
Wow, how fast time flies.  I manage to fill the days with active movement but don't seem to get anywhere fast.  I am thankful that I put ceramic tile down in most of my house because I would have worn out more carpeting with the many trips I make from room to room doing chores and things. 
Grandkids now number 4.  Jack, Alex, Lilly and Emma.  Boys are certainly different than girls in many ways, not just physical.  Their interests in play and entertainment are very different.  Love having them at my home whenever they come, but at the end of the day we are pretty worn out.   The Christmas holiday this past 2017 was so fun, as they all have been.  Seeing the grandchildren and adult children is such a joy.  I love seeing them and hugging them all.  I am thankful that we are all in the same zip code.  :-) 

Monday, January 4, 2016

Holidays and family.

Thanksgiving and Christmas for 2015 and New Years for 2016 have all come and gone.  Today it is January 4, 2016.  I remember when we were all so uncertain what 2000 (Y2K) would bring.  Now that seems like ancient history.  A lifetime ago.  And for some it is.  New grandchildren have been born to us and our lives are very different.  There has been a lot of drama and at times peace and quiet.  I mostly like the love I get from the grandchildren.  They call me "Nana."  I like that.  Jack is now 7, Alex is 4, Lilly is 2 1/2, and Emma is 2 months old.
I am doing more physical exercise therapy for my hip bursitis caused by my hips being out of alignment while walking in a cast/walking boot after breaking my leg on 9/7/2014.  It is very painful.
My nephew, Tony, came for Thanksgiving and stayed until January 3.  Nephew Jeff flew down on December 22 for the holidays.  We played games all the time, ate and cooked and ate again.  We had a great fun time playing Christmas II, a new gift exchange game we created.  Everyone leaves the table with a stack of gifts and prizes.  It is a lot of fun.  The big funny this year was the purple purses that Leslie and Pam were trying to get and keep.  Little did they know there were two of them so they would each get one.  It was so funny to watch them.  When the holidays were over and it was time for Tony and Jeff to leave I had to fight so hard to not weep and weep.  I was so so very sad that they were going home.  Tony helped me so much with kitchen chores and the computer and the Wi-fi trouble we have been having.  He helped us move beds around and helped with dishes all the time.  He was so helpful and I appreciated it so very much.  He makes a nice pot of coffee too.  He is patient when explaining things to me and showing me things programs on my computer will do.  I really appreciate that.  Now we will wait another year for visits again.
My new car, a Lincoln Navigator 2016 model, arrived on 12/31.  We went to the dealer and signed for it and drove it home.  It is metallic sapphire blue and I had silver pin striping and Mickey Mouse icons painted on it.  I love it.  I need a long nap.
God bless you and keep you all.  Jesus rocks!!

Friday, February 18, 2011

Catching up

So much has happened. Life and death go on without regard to gender or agenda. My dad died on November 4, 2010. He went peacefully. Basically his breathing slowed down and his breathing did the same and eventually they both just stopped and then his heart stopped. I was at his bedside praying with him and for him. Mom was there too, she was having her own struggle watching the drama of dad's passing. I actually look at dying as a different version of birth. We leave our mother's womb when we are born into this life. When we die in this life we are actually born into the next eternal life. I know many people don't believe there is eternal life, but I do. I believe that when our earthly body stops (dies) our spirit enters into the eternal setting. Then upon arrival there our eternal fate is determined by what we believe and have done. God has reached down to us through His son, Jesus, to offer us a relationship with himself. He loves all of us so much He is willing to die for us to bring us into a relationship with Him. All we have to do is believe and accept this gift and we can spend eternity with Him.
My dad did accept Jesus' gift and believed in Him and now I have peace of mind knowing that my dad is in heaven. That made the days of funeral prep and planning so much easier. I miss my dad, but I am comforted knowing that he is in Heaven.

Saturday, April 24, 2010

Love

Is it possible to love someone so much your heart aches with growing pains? Yes, because I feel it every day. The love I have for my family grows each moment. I think I see dimly now how God feels about us, his adopted children. I know how it was possible for him to sacrifice himself for our sake. To save us from ourselves. I was thinking today what I would do if it came down to sacrificing myself to save one of them. I know I would not hesitate to save them if it meant giving my own life. I would spend eternity knowing I did the right thing, to give them an opportunity to experience this kind of love as their families grow. And how is it possible to have found the one man who would fit me so perfectly? Again, it is God loving me that made that happen. It is no mistake that I am married to Gary and no other man who came into my life. And it is by God's design that he is the father of my children and Grandfather to my hearts joy...Jack. God has answered so many of my prayers in ways that I cannot mistake them as His answers and not happenstance or luck of the draw. Sometimes his answers are so precise that I know it his action that made something happen or not happen depending on the specific prayer. When I pray for something specific I ask that He make it plain and obvious that it is from Him, and he does just that. My God is an amazing and wonderous God.

Sunday, October 26, 2008

God hears and answers prayers.

A while back our pastor preached about how God answers prayers. Sometimes His answer is "no." Sometimes His answer is "yes." Sometimes His answer is "yes, but not now." I have come to realize this to be true in the various prayers that I have prayed over my lifetime. Sometimes it takes quite a while before the answer is realized and sometimes it is quick. I have experienced all of the three answers listed above. Today I experienced an unmistakable answer to one of my prayers. My prayer was that my daughter would find a church home. She expressed to me recently that she had been attending a local church that made her feel welcome and special. I accepted her answer and support her decision though I knew that I would miss not having her with us on Sundays. I pray daily for her and for her family. This morning as we were sitting in church waiting for the service to begin I could not have been more overwhelmed with joy when I saw her enter the aisle and sit beside me. As we began the praise and worship part of the service my heart was in my throat with thanks to God for hearing me and understanding that I miss my girls when they are not with me. I felt so blessed that she would pick this day to join us in worship. Thank you, Lord, for a joyous and pleasant day.