Published in the Rains County Leader on February 27, 2018:
Sunday was David’s birthday, and he finally joined me in the 70s. Although I’ve been there since April and have tried to reassure him that it doesn’t hurt when the age-o-meter rolls over, he didn’t seem to look forward to this birthday the way he usually does. However, when I came home from Brookshire’s and waved a package of German’s Sweet Chocolate and another of coconut, he broke into a smile, knowing his birthday cake was on the way.
We don’t make a big deal of birthdays – at least not any more. The first year I celebrated his birthday with him, I took him out to dinner, and he gave me an engagement ring. It was hard to top that, but I sometimes tried to at least come close. One year I gave him an I-Pod, and another year I presented him with a bicycle, but we’ve reached the point in our lives where we have all the electronics we need and there’s no space to store larger toys. So most years I send him an e-card, and if I’m feeling extravagant, I give him a printed one, too. We go out for catfish or Mexican food, or sometimes I make a roast and a big pot of beans at home. And I usually make a German Chocolate Cake. (more…)
Published in the Rains County Leader June 7, 2016:
If I were more creative in the kitchen…
At some point during the last few weeks, Kitty celebrated her first birthday. I really shouldn’t say she celebrated since we didn’t think about it until we stopped by the vet’s office. We needed some Revolution to deal with the fleas she has been bringing into the house – at least the ones that stay on her. We’ll have to bomb the house to deal with the rest of them. The first time we took her to see the vet, he estimated her age based on her weight. Last week their records showed her as one year and one month old. That would make her birthday May 7, give or take a week.
I wrote my first column about Kitty for the June 16 edition last year. It was interesting to go back and see how much has changed since then. Here are a few then and now comparisons: (more…)
This is a post I wrote in 2011. In honor of my recent change in age, I thought I’d share it:
I’ve been thinking more about days lately and less about months or years. Maybe it’s because Mom’s ninetieth birthday is coming up. When you’re ten or twenty years old, being ninety is something you can’t imagine, but when you’re next birthday will bring a Medicare card, imagining it is a little easier. Realizing that your days are numbered and that number is dwindling makes you look at them a little differently. (more…)
Published in the Rains County Leader on January 19, 2016:
Wednesday, January 20 was my Aunt Fay’s 92nd birthday. Anyone who has read much of my writing, especially my book, knows that Aunt Fay is my mother’s younger sister. Since she was married to my dad’s brother, and since we lived within a few miles of them for most of my childhood, she has been a big part of my life. This was especially true after I became a caregiver. I leaned heavily on her experience in caring for her mother and her husband and even more heavily on her strength and her faith. (more…)
Mom was born 94 years ago today. On her last birthday this side of Heaven we had a birthday party for her, and the following year, I shared some of the pictures with you. I’ve been thinking about her a lot lately, so I thought I’d share them again. (more…)
The most obvious way to know you’re getting older is to have another birthday. I had one a couple of weeks ago, and since it was impossible to ignore the event, I decided to embrace it in typical blogger fashion. Following are ten additional ways to know you are getting older. (more…)
I first ran this post last year on David’s birthday. I switched out a couple of pictures at the end and am once again celebrating the man I love!
Today we’re celebrating the life of the very special man who is my husband. Here is a brief look at David Pearson Brendle.
In the Navy.
In the Virgin Islands.
In his memories.
Blue Ridge Parkway
THE MAN I LOVE
Happy Birthday with love today and always,
Betty Brendle, David’s mother, was born 86 years ago today. Yes, she was born on Halloween, and I’m sure she heard every witch joke ever written and received lots of pumpkin-covered birthday cards during her lifetime. Her children swore that her love of sweeping had something to do with the connection between her birth date and brooms.
Betty passed away in August, but we’re thinking of her today. In fact, we’ve been thinking of her a lot this week. David and I drove over to Louisiana on Sunday, and we’ve spent the week with his sisters, going through the “stuff” that a person accumulates during eight decades of life. Betty was a very organized person, so there’s not a lot of junk to deal with, but there are lots of memories. (more…)
Last year on October 7, I wrote about the day Christian was born. This year, I thought I’d tell you about his first birthday.
We didn’t have a big blowout on his big day–no clowns or ponies or giant mice serving pizza–just four adoring adults celebrating the new life that had come into our family twelve months before. His dad and I drove down to Mom and Dad’s weekend retreat at Cedar Creek Lake for the weekend, and we had a party for five. Instead of a traditional cake, I made cupcakes. I inverted ice cream cones over the batter so the cakes would rise into them. The idea was that the cone would provide a clean and easy way for a one-year-old boy to eat his cake. As you can see, he had other ideas.
His presents were simple ones. He received a couple of toys he could push or pull as he practiced his newly acquired walking skills. He also got a Busy Bath which we put to good use once he was finished smearing cake and frosting all over himself.
Christian, even though their memories of you got lost in the dementia,Mom and Dad adored you to the end. As for me, I still consider being you mom as one of the greatest blessings of my life.
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