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On January 13th 1952 at 8:30 in the evening there was no candles burning or party hats to wear, there was no birthday cake or ice cream to eat, but there were these balls of burnt ground beef Dad called hamburgers as he cooked for us in the absence of our mother as two little boys waited patiently on the arrival of this little intruder that would always be known as our little brother.
Oh how life was perfect for oh so many days. I could barely talk and hardly walk, but I knew the lap of my mother was mine to keep. Then a strange thing happened and my life was forever changed. An intruder came between me and the lap I thought was just mine to forever seek.
Time went by and this intruder became my shadow mimicking my every move, copying me like a hero, that I could never be, and my life was forever changed.
My shadow became my buddy, and we learned to fight, dance and love together. We found our women, raised our families, and danced our dance of love blinded in its beauty, and my life was forever changed.
Then one sudden day the intruder was gone, the shadow was never again to be seen, and blinded eyes were cleared in blurred tears of truth, but I knew the little buddy that forever changed my life would always be there like a hero I could never be.
Oh how life was perfect for oh so many days, and my life has been forever changed.
Happy Birthday Lishy
Doug, he loved you so very much as do I!
Your Sis
This is a Bon Jovi day – This would have been playing very loud and he would have been singing it as loud as he could!
“We Weren’t Born to Follow”
Nancy
Doug and Nancy, My heart is with you in this. Our little family struggled this year trying to “do Christmas” without my mother. There were times we were rather forlorn, I must admit. At one of these times, sitting around the table with my sons, I remarked, “You just can’t lose someone as important as Granny was and have everything just go on as usual.” We had all been trying hard to be strong and I sensed a relief in everyone when I voiced what we all were thinking. Life will never be quite the same again. Nothing seems normal now. Yes, we will adjust, and will attain a new sense of normal somewhere down the road, but for now something seems terribly wrong. Because it is. You are all in my prayers. May you (and we) be blessed with clear minds, kind hearts, and peaceful souls – if not now, then somewhere down the road. Love always, Connie