I believe it was Winnie the Pooh who said ‘ when life throws you a rainy day, play in the puddles’ ! April showers sometimes make us feel a little down, but we have to remember that the rain is so needed to bring on those flowers , and the greenery we long to see!..
As my mom used to say, no matter how long, cold and dark the winter is, spring will always follow. Her words echo in my mind as I watch the little buds swelling on the trees, the snow drops opening, and the robins returning . Spring reminds me of mom because March is her month…
I once heard someone say that courage is fear saying it’s prayers. I pondered those words and realized how true these words are. There were so many times, as a caregiver, when I was filled with fear , and closed my eyes and said a little prayer. What was I afraid of? I was afraid..
Christmas brings out the little child in each of us ! Who better to make your loved one smile than Santa Clause himself ! I was feeling blessed to see that smile on Mom’s face when the jolly fellow appeared !! Although dementia may take away their memories, Christmas is a feeling deep in the..
It is gratitude which allowed me to accept the loss of my mom and dad. At first the loss is unimaginable . One cannot process a loss so profound. It is difficult to accept that they are no longer with us. Over time , sorting through photos, letters and cards, there is an opportunity to..
When the calendar turns to September I feel profoundly nostalgic, not so much because summer is coming to an end, but because September makes me think of my Dad . September is Dad’s month ! His birthday falls in the middle of September and he loved this time of year. He loved the fresh cooler..
During the hot hot days of summer , when the local fruit stands are overflowing with fresh local fruit and vegetables, I realize how very fortunate I have been to grow up in the Niagara Region! Fresh fruits and veggies are there for the picking every summer! It takes me back to early childhood when..
During this time of staying home and physical distancing, I am so grateful to have been given the gift of the love of gardening from my parents and grandparents from my earliest memories ! Perhaps it is in the genes or perhaps in the heart …..but for those of us who have a passion for..
Her name was Katalin. She was my great-grandmother…the mom of my grandfather, Gabriel, who was born in a remote little village in Hungary in 1902. She was one of eleven children, in a family where only two survived….Katalin and her brother Stephen, likely because of common childhood illnesses . My great-grandmother was likely in her..
The snow is starting to melt and I can see the grass showing on the many beautiful golf courses in the area! They will soon be filled with golf carts and happy golfers who have waited all winter for this! My dad used to be one of them….and even though he has been gone for..