So today’s prompt is to choose from four pictures and write about how they make you feel. I chose two, of course I couldn’t choose just one. Here they are:
Author: Brenton's Mom
Day Three: One Word Prompt
For my day three, I was given the opportunity to choose from the following words to choose as a one word prompt to write about:
- HOPE
- REGRET
- HOME
- CHOICE
- SECRET
- ABUNDANCE
It was difficult in trying to decide which word to choose. Continue reading “Day Three: One Word Prompt”
Day Two: Make a List….
Since this is for my free writing, I am choosing two topics that were offered because I don’t want to just focus on one. Life is too short to focus on one list at a time I have learned. So here goes…. Continue reading “Day Two: Make a List….”
Perspectives Change, Dreams Change, Big Things Are No Longer Important Part II!
Perspectives Change, Dreams Change, Big Things Are No Longer Important! I wrote on this subject a few weeks ago and said there would be more coming. So here is the more. My faith has been rattled to the bone with the loss of Big Bubby. Most of my family as I have said in previous posts are holding strong to their faith as the only way to get through this.
I have heard friends, family, and others state that their lives changed because of the accident. I hope that is the case because that would mean that my son’s life didn’t end without meaning something and leaving his mark on the world. Something we all want to do. Continue reading “Perspectives Change, Dreams Change, Big Things Are No Longer Important Part II!”
Day One: I write because….
It is funny how life throws you curve balls and you end up doing things you would never have seen yourself doing years ago. I am a very private person. I don’t like to be in the spotlight at all. I am taking a blogging course that has you write daily posts, so these will be shorter than my normal blogs just because they are daily.
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Mother’s Day and Father’s Day
Mother’s Day came up quick on me not realizing when it was and I was somewhat blind sided by it. Father’s Day, I at least have a handle on when it is. But my husband has handled his grief so much different than mine. He knows that he will be with his son someday, he knows there is nothing he can do to change what has happened, and he is learning a new way to live with those facts.
Giving It All to God…..
What a powerful statement yet so hard to do as a Christian with a type A personality. In a previous post Live Simply, Love Generously, Care Deeply, Speak Kindly, Leave the Rest to God! I talked about being able to do all these things except the last, Leave the Rest to God. I am still struggling, and probably will be for a while, with God taking my baby boy. I have never been good at letting God lead me anywhere. I fight where he wants to take me and my family sometimes. I blame that on my personality of wanting to do everything on my own terms.
Seven Months – What Does That Mean?
Seven months ago today, I received the worst call a parent could ever receive. My Cowgirl was on her way to the medical examiners office to identify my oldest baby. We could only identify him by finger prints and tattoo’s and they would not let her see him. Traveling back to Texas was the worst trip I have ever made. There is nothing worse than the call that one of your children you have carried, gave birth to, and raised is gone in the blink of an eye. Continue reading “Seven Months – What Does That Mean?”
How I Celebrated My Baby Sis Graduating without Her Big Bubby
So I posted on June 2nd, that Baby Sis, walked across the stage to complete her high school graduation and receive her diploma even though she had already finished her first full semester of college. We are so very proud of her and how much she has accomplished in her short 17 years of life. The day of graduation, it rained the entire day. The ceremony was at 8pm that night, it down poured from the time that they walked in until we all walked out. We ended up taking our shoes off walking barefoot (only in Texas) to our cars because of how deep the water was.
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Shattered Dreams and Shattered Faith 