Sam the dog was unimpressed with the Silly String and refused to participate after Sneedlet blasted him.
Sneedlet didn't have much luck with the fishing.
We are at daughter Sneeds today for our Thanksgiving celebration. Today is a bittersweet day for the Sneeds because it is not only Thanksgiving, but its also the birthday of our grandson Christian, who died four years ago as the result of a traffic accident. Christian would have been 11 today.
We had a remembrance in the backyard. Each year we release balloons, this year there were eleven, to remember Christian. Plus we shoot one another with Silly String, one of his favorites.
When Christian died I wasn't sure how our lives would go on. This morning while Sneedlet, Christian's younger brother who was born after the accident, was playing in the living room, the lovely Mrs. Sneed remarked, that having a Sneedlet right here with you, makes its easier to be thankful for what you have, rather than dwelling on what you don't.
I have learned that time is always of the essence when it comes to being a grandfather. There have been times when my children or grandchildren wanted to do something, go to the playground or read a book and I declined thinking that there would always be time later. I have come to see that there may not be a later, so I have learned to do it now.
When we found out that both Sneedlet 1 and 2 were going to be born, I thought I would never become attached to them like I was to Christian, but it turns out that I cannot control that. The little weasels wormed their way into my heart without asking my permission.
A lot of people in a lot of ways have observed that having children is offering hostages to fate, so we give them the best we can and we dream great dreams for them. We do it all on faith.
I am thankful for what I have.
Merle.
Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgemental and cranky
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Sneedlet didn't have much luck with the fishing.
We are at daughter Sneeds today for our Thanksgiving celebration. Today is a bittersweet day for the Sneeds because it is not only Thanksgiving, but its also the birthday of our grandson Christian, who died four years ago as the result of a traffic accident. Christian would have been 11 today.
We had a remembrance in the backyard. Each year we release balloons, this year there were eleven, to remember Christian. Plus we shoot one another with Silly String, one of his favorites.
When Christian died I wasn't sure how our lives would go on. This morning while Sneedlet, Christian's younger brother who was born after the accident, was playing in the living room, the lovely Mrs. Sneed remarked, that having a Sneedlet right here with you, makes its easier to be thankful for what you have, rather than dwelling on what you don't.
I have learned that time is always of the essence when it comes to being a grandfather. There have been times when my children or grandchildren wanted to do something, go to the playground or read a book and I declined thinking that there would always be time later. I have come to see that there may not be a later, so I have learned to do it now.
When we found out that both Sneedlet 1 and 2 were going to be born, I thought I would never become attached to them like I was to Christian, but it turns out that I cannot control that. The little weasels wormed their way into my heart without asking my permission.
A lot of people in a lot of ways have observed that having children is offering hostages to fate, so we give them the best we can and we dream great dreams for them. We do it all on faith.
I am thankful for what I have.
Merle.
Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgemental and cranky
Tag: Daily Life
Personal Finance
Humor
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