In Her Own Words

Simple Things

Learning simple things about people is not very exciting for most of us.  We prefer mysterious tales and dark secrets.  Simple things are too innocent, unless of course they come from someone who’s passed.  They take on new meaning, especially if you’ve never heard the message before. Ruth wrote several entries in a “Reflections from …

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In Her Own Words

3:16

The last time I heard from Ruth was through a text the afternoon of her accident.   She made the trip to the Mt. Pleasant casino on “gas card” giveaway days.  She gave the cards to our grandson, Brady. Before heading to the casino, she played a domino game called Mexican Train with several ladies at …

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Ruth

3,887 Photos

I downloaded the photos from Ruth’s cell phone the other day.  Turns out there were 3,887.  That’s about 1,300 a year since she purchased the phone.  Some were copies of photos people sent her, but each was something she valued, because she spent many a car ride deleting those that didn’t measure up to her …

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Ruth

Piles

If Ruth hadn’t had her accident, we’d start driving tonight to Florida for the winter.  We’d have spent all day today with David and his crew, and we’d be joined by Michael, Kate, and young Jackson James.  Things didn’t work out that way.  I’m still spending the day with the boys and their families, but …

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My Elephant

If you’ve read my blogs, you know my daughter, Elizabeth, wrote and published a children’s book called The Elephant On Aaron’s Chest.  It came out last February.  Ruth bought the elephant pictured below for Elizabeth in celebration of the publication. It had taken several years to finish, but great things can’t be rushed.  Great takes …

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Family

More Thoughts On The Matter

Note:  I began this blog prior to Ruth’s passing.  I’m finishing up a thought that began with the September 21, 25 and 28 blogs.  The September 28th blog was ready for posting, so I sent it out after Ruth died. Mom was about ninety years old when I organized her postcards for her.  I put …

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