DOROTHY ALBERTA BLOG - COMING SOON

I am almost done with my blog part on my mother. Sorry it has taken me so long to get this done, but sometimes life gets in the way.

I would like some help from all of you. Instead of commenting on the blog after I've written it, I would like you all to share your stories of Mother before I put mine out there, so I can include your tid-bits in the blog. It may be fun.

Sooooooo any memories or stories you have - please put them out there. Also any pics would be nice if you care to email them to me.

After Mother's is done, I haven't decided where I want to take this. I'm thinking about doing one on the NIcolas' then maybe (MAYBE) the sisters. . . . .Slow process.

I'VE POSTED THIS ON THE FAMILY BLOG. SOOOOO, GET THEM STORIES TO ME.

Glo

The Light

Dianna, Savannah and Bubbie came over Sunday. When they left, I was very sad. It seemed Savannah had grown up, was different or something was wrong. Dianna and family are going through some difficult times right now and it's hard for Savannah, I know. That wasn't what was gripping at me in such a way that nearly brought me to tears most of the afternoon. I finally realized what was different about Savannah. I grappled around for pictures at a furious pace until I found my answer. There was no longer any "light" in Savannah's eyes. Previously, when she was around, she would be excited about "everything" and it shined brightly in her eyes. It was contagious to say the least. You felt happy just being around her. I must say that most of that is now missing. In the two pictures, if you look at them closely, you can see what I am talking about. Savannah is indeed a "girlie" girl and the new haircut (which looks great) should have literally lit up her eyes beyond belief, but that wasn't the case.

While they were here Sunday, Savannah was wanting to do various things, like play basketball, color and she wanted to make something for her teacher so she could "be a good student." Together, we got something together for her teacher, and she was happy about it, but not in a "twinkling eye" kind of way. It's as though she was just going through the motions.

Dianna asked me how can we give Savannah back the twinkle in her eyes. I wish I had that answer, I really do. The previous Sunday was a very hard lesson on how to extinguish a brilliant "light". I was told and assured that no one in that house would ever be "hurt" yet, all in that house lay bleeding profusely, and we have all lost a certain brilliant light. Someone define hurt, please.

The only thing I can think of is all of us need to "be good students" and. . . .learn.