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Old Videos That Aren’t So Old

Awake at 3 am, I watched a few old videos of my darling. This one has got to be the funniest. It is the best example of tangents I think I’ve ever seen. It’s fun to think about playing this at her high school graduation party. But it’s also sad to think about that. She’s only four now and I already feel like I miss this cute age, when she was three. 🙁

Enjoy. I know I will, for a long, long time.


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Sad Sunday

Sad Sunday…

This week, I heard of the passing of three people to whom I am connected. Two of them are old friends and one is the son of a colleague. I haven’t seen either one of the friends  in years, but thanks to the magic of social media, I’ve kept up with them a bit.
Mikey Glasgow, husband and father, lost his long battle with cancer at the age of 51. I knew him in San Diego, where he was friends with two of my brothers. We always had a little “thing” for each other but never really acted on it. He was my tour guide whenever I made a trip out there. He took me to the San Diego Zoo, one of the best in the country. I will always remember that day. RIP, Mikey.

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David Morley, husband and father, took his own life. He suffered from Disembarkment Syndrome. He is married and has four sons. We went to high school together in the early 80’s. He was a good guy in high school and from the messages I see from his current friends, it looks like that hasn’t changed. My heart breaks for his family.

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Lee, a five year old boy, died from Timothy Syndrome. His mother is a fellow Fundanoodle Ambassador. I never met either one of them, but I am a mother and can imagine the devastation.

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Love and light to the  families of these angels.

Not the same

“Writing 101, Day Fifteen: Your Voice Will Find You
You’re told that an event that’s dear to your heart — an annual fair, festival, or conference — will be cancelled forever (or taken over by an evil organization). Write about it. For your twist, read your piece aloud, multiple times. Hone that voice of yours!”

It’s just not the same anymore. I’ve said it over and over. There’s no other way to describe it. She’s gone. The new ones are hard to work with. They have these ideas that get everybody in trouble. They think too much of themselves to think of the team. They like to hear themselves talk. They don’t listen. Hate it.

But I think I might be over it. Or getting there. I’m sad to be excluded from what used to be great. It’s just not great anymore. She was the last part of its greatness. And now she’s gone. They can march on in their own way. I’ll catch ’em on the flip side. Maybe.