I started this blog in answer to some frustrations I
personally had and a willingness on my part to express my feelings and
thoughts. Somewhere along the line I lost touch with what I like to do most. I
find at the end of the day there are not enough hours left to do all that I
want to accomplish. Frankly by the time I finished my MBA my brain seemed to
fried. I also discovered that I was comparing my writing to others, finding my writing
lacking. I am pretty sure and positive that I do not write as well as others
but feel the need to start expressing myself again.
My blog seems to have become a place where we have notices
and such about the community. While I enjoy this aspect of my blog, I have lost
something in the transition, me.
Dean and I recently had the pleasure of being with family in
Virginia to celebrate our youngest grandson’s graduation. It was a glorious
event for both of us. I was there the day Jake first came into the world, I was
also there the time we almost lost Jake to an asthma attack. I decided this
probably was a significant enough event for us to attend.
During the week I came to appreciate my son-in-law Steve
more than ever. He has always been a welcome addition to the family. I see now,
that he has matured and grown just as his son Jake has. Jake of course,
accomplished what he has because of Steve, who while not Jake’s biological
father, has taken the task of fatherhood, guiding Jake to young adulthood.
We lived in Savannah Georgia for two years. I had a very
close and dear friend and her husband who shared frogmore stew, oyster roasts, Thanksgiving BBQ’s,
frogs in the pool, laughter, children, Christmas and burned pralines. Deb also
shared a common bound with me that has lasted through many years. Determined
Deb decided to find us while she was in Colorado Springs one year, traveling to
Cripple Creek only to discover we had moved to North Idaho. The week spent in
Virginia granted me the wish of seeing Deb and Dana once again. All of us have
changed but as has been said before the years did not seem like years but only
yesterday. Deb and I talked as friends do, again there did not seem enough time
to say all that we needed or what we wanted to say. But as usual, Deb pushed me as
she frequently does. So here I am writing this post for all to see.
I am so very blessed in so many ways, life tangles us in its
web and we forget that we need to live not simply exist.
Norma Jean
