Remembering Our History

It seems fitting to me that today we take a moment to think of those in our lives that we have lost and those who have lead us to where we are today.  If you are like me, you fall into a category where someone in your family is into genealogy.  Chances are they randomly update you about your family tree and some bit of history with which you are connected via your bloodline.  Normally you listen and appreciate their efforts only to forget the tidbit a few days later.  Today though I was thinking about all the stories that my family members must have had as many served in the military going all the way back to Civil War.  Tidbits of their service and small tokens found to give us a glimpse of their story, but the story itself is lost.  It's a shame to have so much lost as history, both personal and as a population can teach us great things.  It can show us how to fail, how to succeed, and how to live just by the outcome of the actions people took.  

Goodbye my Uncle

Recently my family experienced a huge loss.  My uncle Terry left this world doing something he loved, but still the heartache is hard to handle sometimes.  I know the memories I keep in my heart and share with my family will keep him with us, alive in the laughter which is who he was.  He always had a goofy smile and an easy about him that welcomed you.  He had found a place in his life of satisfaction and joy, married to a wonderful woman, just finished fighting lung cancer, was retiring from his lifelong career as a firefighter to spend more time with his wife and his other love his motorcycle.  He died, at this time of joy in his life, in a motorcycle accident leaving us to early.  He left us doing something he loved and I am at least thankful for that.  His funeral was this weekend and being far away I was unable to go, but I was able to cry on my husbands shoulder and share memories of my Uncle that bring smiles to my face.  So, as I say See You Someday to my uncle, I know that he is getting to ride on an endless road where the wind and sun are always perfect and the concrete is smooth with an engine that never stalls just waiting for his passenger, his wife, to one day join him on a glorious ride through the clouds.  RIP Uncle Terry, RIP

You can see more on lung cancer story by clicking HERE

Call for Help in Kentucky!

Local donation efforts

Our county along with neighboring counties suffered a tremendous amount of damage last week when tornadoes touched down in Kentucky.  Sadly, people lost so much: loved ones and homes.  To attempt to describe the experience or the aftermath would be futile of me, I don't think I could properly convey the depth of tragedy nature's wrath can inflict.

A Gift of a Different Kind

Each year we all spend a moment remembering those we have lost.  Be it a friend, comrade in arms, or family member their is always a minute where we think of them and remember the times they were with us sharing in the joyous holiday.  Maybe their is a way we can still celebrate them this Christmas!

Just a little sad note! Mark Haines will be missed.

Since my daughter was 3 months old, each morning I would put on Squawk in the morning because the ticker fascinated her with its constant movement and red or green arrows. I still turn it on each morning as I make breakfast, from time to time I catch some of what is being said and during breakfast (depending on who is here) I talk about a made up story regarding something they said. It has become a part of our routine and a constant in the day, while I do not understand much or know a lot about the stock market I found myself learning bits here and there, having opinions on what was said that I comprehended, and enjoying the banter between Erin and Mark.

Children that deal with death

Dealing with death is hard as an adult so what does a child understand, feel, and how do we as parents or caregivers help them? This largely depends on the childs age, the type of death, if they witnessed the death, which died, and if the death was expected or not. The child’s age is the first indicator of how to deal with this sensitive subject.