Here are some pictures of the snow from the house on the hill. It's been snowing here since before daylight and it's really heavy snow right now.
Friday, February 12, 2010
Let it snow!!!!!
Here are some pictures of the snow from the house on the hill. It's been snowing here since before daylight and it's really heavy snow right now.
Saturday, February 6, 2010
The Window
As most of you know we live behind my grandparents. I only have one grandaddy, my mother's father died before I was born. My daddy's dad is my grandaddy. He loved me and my only cousin very much and we loved him.
He was the best while we were growing up. He would give us money just for passing a grade. He had no idea how smart we'd turn out or he would have at least wanted A's, which we made anyway. He loved life as long as he was able to enjoy it. He had the first three-wheeler of anybody I knew and took us for rides all the time. He bought me dump trucks for Christmas, because I didn't like dolls!! He took me fishing on the creek. He went swimming with us in the creek, and he was the best looking man I knew in striped overalls.
He wore overalls as long as I can remember every day except Sunday. On Sunday he slicked his hair back and put on his Sunday best. He was a deacon in the church and had a beautiful singing voice, which runs in the Tolbert blood (I didn't get any of that blood). He lived life to the fullest and taught his gran-daughters to do the same.
He was diagnosed with COPD over 15 years ago, and his health began a steady decline ten years ago. He fell and broke his hip six years ago and his life thereon was severely limited. We lived with them while we were building our house and I thank God for those times. We have steps, so he was never able to see the inside of our house through anything but pictures. I would always take my laptop over and show him the progress we were making. I got to bring him over one time when he was having a good day so he could see the outside. Since those days I haven't stopped as much as I should and I haven't called as much as I should, as none of us do.
But he never loved me any less and he never acted disappointed when the weeks rolled by and he only seen my car go on by as he watched through the window. He lived on the inside of a house hooked to oxygen, looking out the window. Over the last three years that's what his life entailed. He could only enjoy the life he watched through the window.I've seen him suffer so greatly, that when he passed from this life early this morning and I was called to his side I could feel only joy and relief for him, for this man that taught and loved me so much, for this man that loved life so much, for this man that lived through the window, for this man, my grandaddy.
He was the best while we were growing up. He would give us money just for passing a grade. He had no idea how smart we'd turn out or he would have at least wanted A's, which we made anyway. He loved life as long as he was able to enjoy it. He had the first three-wheeler of anybody I knew and took us for rides all the time. He bought me dump trucks for Christmas, because I didn't like dolls!! He took me fishing on the creek. He went swimming with us in the creek, and he was the best looking man I knew in striped overalls.
He wore overalls as long as I can remember every day except Sunday. On Sunday he slicked his hair back and put on his Sunday best. He was a deacon in the church and had a beautiful singing voice, which runs in the Tolbert blood (I didn't get any of that blood). He lived life to the fullest and taught his gran-daughters to do the same.
He was diagnosed with COPD over 15 years ago, and his health began a steady decline ten years ago. He fell and broke his hip six years ago and his life thereon was severely limited. We lived with them while we were building our house and I thank God for those times. We have steps, so he was never able to see the inside of our house through anything but pictures. I would always take my laptop over and show him the progress we were making. I got to bring him over one time when he was having a good day so he could see the outside. Since those days I haven't stopped as much as I should and I haven't called as much as I should, as none of us do.
But he never loved me any less and he never acted disappointed when the weeks rolled by and he only seen my car go on by as he watched through the window. He lived on the inside of a house hooked to oxygen, looking out the window. Over the last three years that's what his life entailed. He could only enjoy the life he watched through the window.I've seen him suffer so greatly, that when he passed from this life early this morning and I was called to his side I could feel only joy and relief for him, for this man that taught and loved me so much, for this man that loved life so much, for this man that lived through the window, for this man, my grandaddy.
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