Weekend photos

On Sunday, Oct. 26, 2014 my son and I went to the Broadmoor as Nathaniel wanted to take some photographs.  Of course I will not say, "no" to the Broadmoor, and I was also able to take my photos.  After our trek around the lake and inside the building we stopped at "The Bar" and had a couple of regular sodas, and then went our merry way.  I love these kind of outings with my son.  We talk about so much and find things to laugh about.  I enjoy that my son can open up to what is going through his mind and his heart.  I try to make the best of what we have.  Two major events happened in the past two weeks.  I hope that I have raised Nathaniel to go through the choppy waters and come out victorious, of course with the help of the Lord, always!  I am so grateful for my time I can share with my son.  I am grateful that he still wants to hang out with his old mom.  He did say, "I was cool."  That just gives me warm fuzzies :) !

                                                             

 

 

 

-Photos by Lilia

Gordon Lightfoot the storyteller

Last night I had the privilege of going to a Gordon Lightfoot concert, it only took 33 years to see him.  Gordon Lightfoot was phenomenal!  Even after his stroke, he performed like the story teller he is. I am so grateful that I had the opportunity to finally see one of many of my favorite artists.  Unfortunately, I went to the concert alone.  Not many of my friends are big fans of Mr. Lightfoot, but it did not matter because I had a wonderful time! Being in a Gordon Lightfoot concert is like sitting around a cozy living room and listening to a fantastic story teller.  I am truly blessed to enjoy the very things that bless my heart.  Thank you, Mr. Lightfoot, for many years of wonderful music that you brought to many of us who love you.  I believe your music will carry on to another generation, who will come to appreciate it as much as many of us have. 

 

"Carefree Highway"  Gordon Lightfoot

Sometimes words are not enough . . . .



Photo taken by Lilia.  Traveling up the Cog Railway to Pike's Peak

Seize the Day

Five years ago today my son, Sergio, passed away.  I wish I could say that the pain from losing a child decreases and it does a little, but I miss him very much.  I was thinking about Sergio today and when he was younger. I would play a Carolyn Arends song called, "Seize the Day."  I would put her tape in my momobile and Sergio, Nathaniel and I would sing along to this inspiring song.  I believe with all my heart that both my boys seized every day for God's glory.  My imperfect, broken son's, whom I love very much. Thank You, Father, for giving me the opportunity to be a mother to Sergio.  It was an honor and privilege to know him, and thank you, Father, that I am still here to continue to be a mother to my son, Nathaniel.

 

 

Carolyn Arends, "Seize the Day"



Closing Day

My home closed on July 28th, 2014.  A bitter sweet process of real estate.  I stopped by my home for one last time in the morning of closing before going into work.  I took pictures with my cell phone and just cried.  The memories were overwhelming.  My son and I had survived so much of life's challenges, the abandonment of my ex, my oldest son's death, separation and then divorce and an aneurysm.  Though my memories were not all so tragic, my son and I laughed and lived in this house.  I made it a home.  We had our dinner parties, birthday parties, graduation, healing, and Nathaniel's favorite party, the "ghetto party."

I know we will miss our home, but like I said before it has served its purpose for us.

Goodbye my house.  Thank you for protecting us from the outside elements.  Thank you for allowing us to make your structure a home.  I hope that you will hold all our good memories in every crevice of this house. I hope that whoever buys this house will be blessed with very good memories of their own.

 

                                                              Goobye . . .

 

Another chapter

Yesterday, was the big day.  We moved from our 100 year old home and into a 2 bedroom, one bath apartment.  Call me crazy, but one bathroom?!!  I hope I do not sound ungrateful because I am not, just sad, heartbroken, misplaced and if I can think up of more depressing words I think I could.  My son and I hustled moving boxes in our apartment on Thursday morning and Friday.  It was brutal, especially when my son was pushing me, he didn't want to see me too sad.  We had at least 11 people (8 adults and three children) come out and help us pack and unpack our furniture and we were off.  I am so grateful for my friends, I really did not do anything, I just walked around in a daze.  The move was somewhat easy, but hard, physically for my friends because it was a very hot day and for me because I am emotionally, mentally and physically drained.  At this time I am writing to you from an empty house.  I came over tonight to do laundry and clean.  Yes, I am cleaning my house, just because it is a short sale does not mean I leave it a mess.  I am not being excessive with the mop and vacuum cleaner, but I am wiping down the bathrooms and vacuuming for the last time.  My dogs are with me right now, I guess I needed to be with them tonight, they are my companions in this pity party for one.  I do believe I have an open bottle of Sangria.  I just might indulge in a little vino.  Unfortunately, I do not have a pan to cook a little bacon and maybe some eggs.  

You know I will be okay, God has a way of steering me to better things, He has never let me down.  So I believe living in an apartment does have it's perks; someone else does the maintenance and yard work.

As I was vacuuming my house I would remember everything that we had gone through in this house.  It stills feels like a home, and it made me realize STUFF doesn't make a home, but the memories of life.  I do believe that this house has completed it's purpose with me, now someone else will take over the reigns and I hope whoever buys it loves it as much as I did, do, will always love. . . .

 

The essence of my home.