Well, it seems Americans are in this mess for much longer than expected.
Most people I know are wearing masks and practicing social distancing.
But as with the proverial rotten apple…
It took awhile for it to sink in that life, as I have known and enjoyed it, will not return anytime soon.
The worst part is not seeing my two grandchildren ages 9 and 3.
I am glad that I was able to visit the 9-year old in February.
In fact, it was one of my best trips to Denver.
I last time I saw the 3-year old was at Thanksgiving in Alabama. I went for her Mother’s funeral and stayed a few weeks.
She and I video chat but it is not nearly enough.
There is so much that I took for granted such as the availability of flights back and forth to Denver and Alabama.
A long road ahead, but not a never ending road.
Another sign that my grandson is growing up!
Continue reading “Aiden’s First Bike”
On Mother’s Day my grandson Aiden called me.
Aiden is six years old.
We have been planning his visit with his parents to Portland all spring.
He was excited to tell me about what he had learned from a book about Portland that I recently sent him.
It will be the first time that Aiden, who lives in Denver, will see the Pacific Ocean or bridges over the Willamette and Columbia Rivers.
In the midst of dealing with the crisis with my other son, it would be easy to postpone this trip. Sad, Scary News
My Sweet Grandson
Somehow, I have to be back in Portland in time to make his dream come true.
He is so excited to visit me.
Oma, Do you know many bridges are in Portland?
How many Aiden?
Seven! Maybe more!
Oma, can we ride the train?
Oma, can we go to the beach?
My sweet grandson.
What a big boy you are now.
What a treat to hear your voice.
Oma, do you know what is missing from the book you sent me?
There is not a page about Oma!
Oh, I guess we will have to add one, won’t we?
What can one say…
I was floored by my son’s request this morning.
It has been on my mind ever since. A heaviness in my heart.
I shared it with a couple of friends who were sympathetic.
These are the kinds of things that stop me in my tracks.
Continue reading “Aiden’s Grandfather”
The upside of cleaning closets is to find sweet little notes like this treasure.
Continue reading “Mother & Son”
At noon, my five year old grandson Aiden returned from kindergarten excited to share all of the news of his morning at school. Continue reading “All the little children of the world…”
I woke up today at 4 A.M. in Portland, Oregon. By 10:30 I was in Denver, Colorado. Continue reading “Sunday Thoughts”