As many of you know I have been busy taking care of my beloved sister in law. Pat walked into the hospital in Geneva on March 11th. She was transported that day to The Cleveland Clinic. She continued to go down hill and was put on a ventilator. After nine weeks and no diagnosis she was transported to rehab. My brother and I made daily trips to visit Pat. We did all we could to give her hope. Pat continued to fight until there was no saving her. She lost her battle on July 23rd. My husbands birthday, the day before her sons wedding anniversary and three days short of her 75th birthday. I loved Pat and her death has been very tough for me. I know she is one of God's angels. Living life to the highest. But I miss her so.
The same funeral home handled Pat's service as my husband's father, Don. He passed away on May 28th. Don said he wanted to live to be 113 years old. He gave it a good fight. Living to 88 years old. He was a proud war veteran and buried on D Day. He was a good father to Paul. It broke my heart to watch Paul cry and tell his dad he wanted him to stay longer because he had so many questions for him. Don told us he had no fear of death as he had "seen the light" during one of his more serious illnesses. That alone made his passing less painful. Knowing he knew he was going to be one of God's angels.
As family sat talking at Pat's service, my niece, Brittany had a strange occurrence happen. She wondered when my brother Jim would be there. She then realized he had passed away a year ago and would not make it to the service. Funny how you still expect someone to walk through the door even after they have moved on. Family is family. No matter who is here or who moved on to greener pastures. We love each and every family member.
After a long few months I feel my Mojo coming back and look forward to getting back to work. Stay tuned. For the love of Jim, Don and Pat I "feel the love" and my artistic juices will flow again. I see Angels in my future creations.
Hallelujah
God bless.
Norma
