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Love with all my Heart

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Livi, mom’s great granddaughter, is ten years old, lives four-and-a-half hours down the road in Wilmington, North Carolina, and loves to write mom letters.

My role is to read the letters to mom and video her reactions for Livi to savor … forever.

So here goes Livi’s latest letter … just know you are in for a treat!

If you do the math, Livi is 84 years younger than mom, but the connection between the two of them bridges both space and time.

I call this bridge, L-O-V-E.

And, I call my role as messenger, the greatest role one could ever dream of playing.

Want more? Click Here!

The Storyteller’s Gift

Mom is a natural born storyteller.

She was raised on stories by her mom, aunts and great aunts.

She raised my sister and me on her stories.

She raised my two daughters on her stories, and to this day, she mesmerizes my six grandchildren with her stories … and her songs.

Her stories have now blended into one story.

No more beginning.

No more middle.

No more end.

One story.

One glorious story.

It is the story of  life lived to the fullest.

And, if we listen and observe close enough, it will become part of our stories, too.

It is a collection of bits and pieces, wisdom and scraps, insights and mysteries, lessons learned and lessons lost … all floating together, in infinite ways, as if drifting down a stream.

It’s all there for all of us.

All we have to do is bare our souls, jump in, and go with the flow.

Only by immersing ourselves into its depths will we find the meaning.

In all of its glory.

One story.

Our story.

Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,

Life is but a dream.


Hyper Electrifying! Mom & Her Card!

Hyper Pop-Ups cards are electrifying … no doubt about that!

Lights, sounds and colorful, popup designs, grab all of your senses and never let go.

This fully loaded card was created and designed in Cleveland, Ohio, made in China, and purchased and mailed to mom from Wilmington, North Carolina. In other words, this card had been here, there and everywhere before being opened in Richmond, Virginia by mom on Christmas Day … her birthday.

Mom has literally not put it down since she discovered its magic.

She might be 93, but I bet the card’s batteries run down before her’s.

I think mom could give Honey Boo Boo a run for her money!

Thanks go out to the senders:

My daughter, Tovi

Son-in-law, Chris,

Grand-kids, Thomas, Patrick, Fisher and Livi

The Movie: Mom Meets Mr. Booger Head, aka, Mr. Potato Head

OK, you asked for it, here it is!

My mom’s first encounter with Mr. Booger Head, aka, Mr. Potato Head, captured live for your viewing pleasure.

So, count with me …

One potato,

Two potato,

Three potato,

Four …

Click on the play button,

And you’ll get a laugh and more!

PS – You may need to turn up the sound.

PSS – Click HERE to read more about mom and Mr. BH. 

Life is Good Today

Mom loves, no, is addicted to, country music.

All I have to do is turn the music up to ten and she takes it from there.

The Zac Brown Band is on the performing end of one of her favorite songs right now. “Toes” is the song and when it comes on the radio, all I have to do is make sure I keep my eyes on the road and not get too distracted (emphasis on too).

What I want to do is watch her feet. They start tapping to the beat and take on a life of their own. I just love watching her dip her toes in the water and become one with this song!

(Eyes on the road, Tom. Eyes on the road.)

Even though she would swap a cold beer for a tall glass of sweet iced tea any day, she can shake it with the best of them … always has.

So, click on my little impromptu video, sit back, relax, and I’ll bet you your feet will be tapping to the beat and your arms will be going here, there and yonder in no time, just follow mom’s lead.

Pretty soon, you’ll look down and find your toes have joined mom’s down by the waterside!

If you want to sing along, here’s the chorus to “Toes” by the Zac Brown Band.

I got my toes in the water, *** in the sand
Not a worry in the world, a cold beer in my hand
Life is good today. Life is good today.

What a great way to kick-start the morning! Hands in the air! Toes in the water!

Wish I could drive like that.

Nevertheless, life is good today!

Mr. Booger Head

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“You can pick your friends, you can pick your nose, but you can’t pick your friend’s nose.”

My wife, Melissa, is always on the lookout for things to add to mom’s “Toy Box” … things that will keep mom entertained, engaged and challenged. I call them toys for grown up girls and boys. So, when Melissa spotted Mr. Potato Head in Walgreens, she asked me if I thought it was worthy of being in mom’s collection.

My immediate response was that it was plastic, had way too many little parts to keep up with and that mom might try to eat them for a snack.

Melissa deftly countered each of my concerns and in a blink of an eye (mine), we were the proud owner of Mr. Potato Head.

We gave Mr. Potato Head to mom’s caregiver just before leaving town on a rather long business trip and never saw or even followed up on how mom reacted or interacted with her new little tater tot.

This morning, I was reading the newspaper while mom was eating her cereal. It is my “quiet time” and I really treasure those twenty minutes with me, myself and I; my coffee and my paper.

I was only half a cup into my “quiet time” when the sound of silence was shattered.

First I heard mom say, “Look, look at that! Look … it’s a booger. It’s the biggest booger I have ever seen.”

When I looked her way, she was holding Mr. Potato Head in her hands and shaking it with all her might. A tiny plastic pink ear flew through the air followed by an arm.

I was having one of those what-has-mom-done-now moments and was totally focused on finding the booger. Then I realized she was referring to none other than Mr. Potato Head, himself.

“This is the ugliest thing I have ever seen since I was born! You wouldn’t want to be kin to it. Look at that face. You are not in my family. We have got to hide you.”

Before I could yell, “duck,” another little white plastic arm hurdled through the air and plopped on mom’s shoulder. Unfazed, she flicked it off with one hand while continuing to shake Mr. Potato Head with the other.

“I have never seen a person look like this ever in the United States of America! It must be visiting.”

I held back my laughter in order to affirm that possibility with a few nods, and then I just let it all out. The only thing I could think of to say between laughs was, “It’s Mr. Booger Head!”

Mom repeated what I said, shaking harder and harder. “Mr. Booger Head, Mr. Booger Head, that’s you. You are one tiny man and you look like a booger.”

Then, she started tearing off plastic parts and putting them in her mouth. A pretty decent sized red nose formed a lump in her left cheek. My worst fear was being realized … mom was eating Mr. Booger Head … one bite at a time.

I rushed over to get those little plastic parts out of her mouth, yelling, “Mom, quit trying to eat that thing! Spit it out, now!”

She looked up at me and mumbled in a matter of fact tone, “I am not trying to eat it, I am trying to kill it.”

May 10th, Another Would-Be-Age Day

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It is May 10th.

It is my sister, Nel’s, birthday, the second one since her death, March 28, 2011.

She would be 65.

Birthdays followed by would-be-ages are bitter sweet.

My dad’s birthday was in April, and it was a heck of a day to get through for me, even though he passed away in 2002.

Today, I searched my blog posts for the following video. It was taken on Thanksgiving Day, 2008.

My sister was showing signs of what would later be diagnosed as early onset Alzheimer’s, but you sure can’t tell it here.  As you can see, her joy was still as contagious as her voice was strong.

I have clicked on this video again and again, today.

I sing along. I laugh. I cry. I whisper how much I love her and how much I miss her.

The words and the simple melody of the song give me the strength and courage to continue down this crooked path of life.

Our harmonies are as familiar as they are comforting.

There we are, Nel, mom and me and somehow it seems like only yesterday, although I am fully aware that it is today.

Nel is dedicating the song to my daughters, Tovi and Lissi. My sister adored “her girls”. And, “her girls” adored their Nel.

It is May 10th.

I love you, Nel.

Click to learn more about my extraordinary sister on the Alzheimer’s Association’s website.

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