Hello Cuties, I have not been on much lately because life is busy for us right now.
I was thinking about the circle of life.
Friday my husbands brother Dean, age 82 passed away. -Picture below-We have been expecting it as he had health problems with heart, COPD, etc. His funeral will be Friday.
Today we had a great-grandson born. My grandson Dalton’s second son. Levi Declan was born just over an hour ago weighing 7 lbs 6 ozs. Levi is from the Bible and Declan means ‘Man of Prayer’.
So one life ends and a new one starts the circle of life.
We have a lot of birthdays in our immediate family this month. Our oldest granddaughter Lanie had her 21st last week. Our youngest daughter Ashley turned 40 yesterday! Wow! Friday is our great grandson Dawson’s 2nd birthday. It’s a good thing his party was last Saturday, a week early. So life goes on.
I hope you are all well. Pray no one contracts the virus from going to the funeral, as we do have a large family. Oldest sister is 94 and youngest brother 70.
He was an excellent gardener. He planted plenty for himself and always gave to the family. We have missed his red potatoes, for sure. He was foreman over a road construction crew for over 40 years. His greatest accomplishment didn't come until a few years ago, before the end of his life, when he accepted Jesus Christ as his Savior.
Dean loved his family and we have many memories of him. I almost gave birth to my second child at his mama's. I drove myself there after my labor started, because I had a little 3 year old, I needed someone to care for him. I also needed someone to take me to the hospital.
Dean knew where my husband was working in the woods so he was going to go get him. Dean went by another sister's house on the way, to get her to drive me to the hospital.
I have wondered over the years why my FIL didn't drive me. My MIL never learned to drive, but she was going to keep my son anyway.
However, when Dean told his sister Lorraine to come take me, he left to go to the woods, to find hubby cutting trees. As fate would have it, Lorraine had a flat on the way that held her up.
Needless to say, I was only at the hospital one hour fifty minutes before Marsha was born and of course my hubby wasn't there again.
He had missed our son's birth when I was in Germany, he was at the Swiss border. Talk about a good case of postpartum depression, I could have been. I sure was disappointed, I know that.
So...I tell everyone he was there for the whole kit and kaboddle for Ashley's birth. I tell everyone if she would have been our first child, she would have been an only child. When they ask 'why, do I say that?' I say we never had another baby, once he experienced birth!-lol-lol
Stay safe, hugs for you and family are coming your way,