King Jacob

Ha, ha!  He loved Burger King, so I made him a "crown" out of a paper bag.  This photo is "priceless" to this old Nana! Brings back so many good memories of him.

 

Wedding 4/31/71

Just wanted Jake to see where he got his reddish, Irish hair.  From me.  Yes, that's me for sure.  Just a baby really (17 3/4 old). No hair dye or bleach.  That came much later. 

Jake

Again, Jacob, I think was somewhere around four months old.  Even at this age, he would grab my face and give me kisses, big sloppy kisses on my cheeks.  LOL  Oh, the joy!  My first grand child!

Jacob Matthew, my first grandson. So beautiful!

I'm not sure but I think he was about six months old here.  I was babysitting him while his Mom worked at the Post Office.  He always loved to come to Nana's house.  He knew I would feed him well, and he was always hungry.  He was a big boy and I love him so.  Just as I do his Mom.

Thinking of my prodigal daughter and grandson today.

Rumor has it, my youngest daughter and her now, eighteen year-old son, have moved back to West Virginia.  It seems the rabid pedophile she is a married to has made a run for the Canadian border to work up there and perhaps cast larger nets for new boys to molest.  Wonder why?  Law closing in on him?  One can only hope! Anyway, I feel that perhaps my oldest grandson (or maybe his Mom) reads this blog.  If so, don't be afraid to contact me at my gmail address listed for this blog (I think it is available).  If not, please comment here and give me your birth date and your Mom's so I will know it is you.  (Comments are not published until I release them.) Please feel free to contact me, you will be warmly received!  Plus, I hold the key to the truth, to the answers you seek.  And, as the Bible says, "the truth will set you free!"  Much love to you and your Mom.      

Old Life

Not often, but every once in a while, I go there. Especially this time of year, close to the time she left. Probably not a good idea, but my SH (sweet hubby) understands the heartbreak, the heartache, and it's nice to have a shoulder to cry on, someone to just listen.

It seems to come out mostly at night. And, before I know it, I am weeping. No one can fix it, well, except God in His own time. But, time does truly hang heavy when you are missing two of your family members.

One I carried under my heart for nearly ten months, happily enduring her every hiccup and mule-like kick in utero, before finally giving life to her over her loud protests. The other, my first grandchild, totally captivated my heart and I still remember the laughter and giggles when as a toddler he delightedly rubbed red Jello into his hair and on any other person who happened by.

But sadly, no matter how perfectly we may plan it, life doesn't always turn out so perfectly. And, so she walked out of my life one day and took my grandson with her.

Eleven years is a long time to never see your child's or your grandchild's face or hear their voice.

I missed all her twenties, and I often wonder what she looks like now at age 33. Is she still my beautiful, blue-eyed beauty? Or, like me, has she aged due to the loss?

And, Jacob? Sad to think he could pass me on the street and I would never know him or he know me. Yet, even when he was so very little he loved me. He knew I would try and protect him. I only hope he forgives me because I wasn't able to.

No matter what, Life just shouldn't be this way.

It's far too short even if one lives to be 100.

I love you, Melissa and Jacob.

I always will.