I have a serious post but would like to balance the sad news with some levity.
I have a rather humorous ending to close this combination post today. I hope
you are going to have a wonderful weekend.
First I need to give you the reference for the title in the following quote in
a letter to Jean-Baptiste Leroy (1789) from Benjamin Franklin. Your “history
lesson” for the day!
“Our new constitution is now established,
and has an appearance that promises permanency,
but in this world nothing can be said to be certain,
except death and taxes.”
At our Dad’s memorial calling hours and service, in January, 2001, we all
declared a silly “rule.” We had upheld this upon entering his hospital room,
then later upon entering my parents’ retirement cottage where he spent his
last short months. This was to find as many jokes out, I collected them mainly
through coworkers but some friends would also email or jot them down for me.
It was all about healing, loving and changing the subject from death to life
throughout the short period of his fighting his best to overcome the battle.
We had more fun being silly his last Christmas, with different humorous strategies
including my brother, Randy, bringing a fish that sang which he would push that
button any time some serious or worried appearance of a frown would pass across
our countenances. My son, Jamie, wore a Bengals Santa hat. Carrie, my oldest
daughter who was attending CCAD (art college) had her hair “punked up” with a streak
of hot pink, wearing a pretty black velvet dress with pink flowers on it. Mom always
wears hats so had a purple one with a big feather in it. My youngest, Felicia, was a
relaxed teenager turning 16 and she wore her pajamas all of the Christmas holidays.
I am prefacing a sad occurrence to my close friend from work, Terry, who turned 57
this year. I had put him in a story about an “Unbalanced Equation.” It was a type of
moral dilemma. All of the 10 years he had worked at Advance Auto he had longed
from mostly “afar” for my friend Lu. She has been married and faithful for her whole
life since she met Ray as a teenager. Terry’s attention was a mild fliration, buying her
donuts she liked or running through a drive-thru and picking her up something like
a flavored coffee. Lu and I had visited Terry in his struggle with cancer, I mentioned
this in my post. I am sorry to say, my mutual friend with Lu, passed away a mere
skeleton, or “shadow of himself.” He was there with family and hospice. Lu will mourn
privately and not attend the memorial. Terry had been divorced for over 25 years so
no girlfriends or wives will probably attend. But we called him “chicken legs” and also
other fun names at work, he was a good man who donated his extra time to charities
and has his children, grandchildren to remember him also.
Here’s the lighter side of the story, since our family’s “rule” is to be silly I am going to
share something that some may frown on, since it is very bad behavior on the part of
my 7 year old grandson. My son, his stepdad, has been beside himself with wondering
what to do with the boy! He is such a pleasant and obedient boy when in my care, so
I am flabbergasted and shocked to tell you this astounding fact:
MY SEVEN YEAR OLD GRANDSON WAS “CHARGED” WITH BREAKING AND
I could not believe it, but somehow, maybe I am a BAD “Nana” but I almost laughed
out loud, had to stifle my grin, because whoever heard of such a thing? Landen was
at his father’s house, (obviously my daughter in law is divorced from Landen’s father.)
He woke up in the middle of the night, inspired? confused? Who really knows with
Landen?! He walked downstairs, went out the front door, closed the front door and
went next door….I interrupted this retelling by my daughter in law and asked, “Does
he play there? Are there kids there? Did he want someone to be awake and play with
These were my first sort of ‘defense mechanism’ thoughts! I mean, he had to have a
REASON for going inside their house! Right?
Trista did say that the child that lives there has a lot of neat toys so that could have
been the reason. The neighbors’ front door was unlocked since a lot of Delaware
people still feel safe in their homes.
Anyway, a family member woke up and called the police, the police came and my 7
year old grandson is being severely punished by my son and his wife. He is not
allowed to go to the Splash Pad (in Powell, Ohio) with me today, he is not allowed
to bounce on the trampoline, he is not allowed to watch television, he is allowed to
eat, read books, draw or color and sleep in his room.
I was not able to ascertain Landen’s true motives nor talk to him at all about the
subject. Hope you have a snicker or smile out of this very serious “crime of the