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Journey 2018 Day 335/365 – cousins

Bless Mom… she was the keeper of our memories, scrapbooks and vintage albums filled with old photos and writings. Looking through them the other day I came across this small 2″x 3″ photo of myself with my cousins. The original photo was in rough shape… but I loved it. These are my cousins Daryl, Marilyn and Howard and my sister, Patti and myself (far right). Mom is standing behind Marilyn and Auntie Margaret is standing behind me. Can’t say exactly where this was taken or when, but it was well over 60 years ago.

Thanks to these old albums, I feel an excitement stirring… a new keenness surfacing. Wouldn’t it be great to restore some of these treasures, not so much for prosperity, but more for my kids and their kids.

Funny… I have been hoping to find a new challenge for the new year. Perhaps it just found me!

“God made us cousins because He knew our mothers could not handle us as siblings.”

Living Love

At this moment I am wrapped in the sadness of my most recent loss. But I am also filled with gratitude to have had the joy of sharing my life with these three beautiful souls.

Living Love

If you ever love an animal, there are three days in your life you will always remember…

The first is a day, blessed with happiness, when you bring home your young new friend. You may have spent weeks deciding on a breed. You may have asked numerous opinions of many vets, or done long research in finding a breeder. Or, perhaps in a fleeting moment, you may have just chosen that silly looking mutt in a shelter… simply because something in its eyes reached your heart. But when you bring that chosen pet home, and watch it explore, and claim its special place in your hall or front room… and when you feel it brush against you for the first time… it instills a feeling of pure love you will carry with you through the many years to come.

The second day will occur eight or nine or ten years later. It will be a day like any other. Routine and unexceptional. But, for a surprising instant, you will look at your long-time friend and see age where you once saw youth. You will see slow deliberate steps where you once saw energy. And you will see sleep where you once saw activity. So you will begin to adjust your friend’s diet… and you may add a pill or two to her food. And you may feel a growing fear deep within yourself, which bodes of a coming emptiness. And you will feel this uneasy feeling, on and off, until the third day finally arrives.

And on this day… if your friend and God have not decided for you, then you will be faced with making a decision of your own… on behalf of your lifelong friend, and with the guidance of your own deepest Spirit. But whichever way your friend eventually leaves you… you will feel as alone as a single star in the dark night. If you are wise, you will let the tears flow as freely and as often as they must. And if you are typical, you will find that not many in your circle of family or friends will be able to understand your grief, or comfort you. But if you are true to the love of the pet you cherished through the many joy-filled years, you may find that a soul… a bit smaller in size than your own, seems to walk with you, at times, during the lonely days to come. And at moments when you least expect anything out of the ordinary to happen, you may feel something brush against your leg… very very lightly. And looking down at the place where your dear, perhaps dearest, friend used to lay… you will remember those three significant days. The memory will most likely be painful, and leave an ache in your heart. As time passes the ache will come and go as if it has a life of its own. You will both reject it and embrace it, and it may confuse you. If you reject it, it will depress you. If you embrace it, it will deepen you. Either way, it will still be an ache.

But there will be, I assure you, a fourth day when… along with the memory of your pet… and piercing through the heaviness in your heart… there will come a realization that belongs only to you. It will be as unique and strong as our relationship with each animal we have loved, and lost. This realization takes the form of a Living Love… like the heavenly scent of a rose that remains after the petals have wilted, this love will remain and grow… and be there for us to remember. It is a love we have earned. It is the legacy our pets leave us when they go. And it is a gift we may keep with us as long as we live. It is a love which is ours alone. And until we ourselves leave, perhaps to join our beloved pets… it is a love that we will always possess.

~ Written by Martin Scot Kosins ~ Author of “Maya’s First Rose”

and dedicated to my three…

Journey 2018 Day 316/365 – baby’s first family hike

I admittedly am still a little bit dazed with the wonder and joy of our new happy reality. Scarlett is simply now a normal, healthy two month old baby. Today we went for a walk as a family… there was much chatter, smiles and gratitude.

“I have a lot to be thankful for. I am healthy, happy and I am loved.” ~ Reba McEntire

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Baby Scarlett is Home

Journey 2018 Day 314/365 – Baby Scarlett is home

Scarlett, my great-granddaughter, was less than one day old when her family was informed of her congenital heart defect. So many emotions filled that day… disbelief, shock, fear, worry. I am still so impressed with the strength her mom (my granddaughter) and her dad demonstrated during those first few days and weeks. Their outlook, always positive, helped me and other family, so many miles away, come to grips with Scarlett’s diagnosis.

For 66 days Scarlett’s home was the NICU, her mom rarely leaving her side. Thank goodness for Ronald McDonald Houses… they were a godsend during this time.

On October 31st, her mother’s birthday, little Scarlett had corrective open heart surgery. Nine days later she was discharged from the hospital and came home for the very first time.

One day after her arrival home, her Winnipeg family were there to meet her and hold her… our hearts overflowing with love and gratitude.

She is our little warrior baby… our little Supergirl.

“A grateful heart is a magnet for miracles.”