August 28, 2010

When your son, Mark was born around 28 yrs ago, apparently you couldn't grab your baby boy fast enough from Nancy who had just given birth to him, to present him to the small waiting crowd gathered outside the deliverary room... beaming you offered him to mom and exclaimed; "Happy Birthday Mom" to your beloved mother and mine, Marian "Sparky". HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM & MARKY!!! We Love you then, now & ever more!

Yesterday, August 28, 2010 Mom turned 85. We got her in the 47 Chevy Fleetline, we also call; "Sparky" and along with sisters, Sophie, Marcie & brother, Chris went for a spin and a coke.

A little later, we all gathered in mom's room to sing happy birthday to her, couldn't find any candles. I said; "on three---" and immediately started with "Happy Birthday to you..." without counting to three, which Liz-a was all to happy to point-out.

The ride with mom & siblings, Breakfast Club gathering in the morning, the rain and the day was a beautiful deluge of freshness, family, great old friends, good cheer and was as sweet and special as can be. Blessings abound.

Sun D Night

August 22, 2010. Don't think we don't miss you Mark, you know we do. You, me.. it was; their's, our's, the twins, los cuates, jimelos... and then there was one. Actually, when you went your way as a young adult and I went my way... it kind of started being mine & yours. We were checking-out the world on our own, independent of one another. It wasn't a complete schism, you called on me many times in your adult life... looking for some kind of comfort, understanding, connection... even if it was only to agitate, irratate, annoy, announce... scoop me on some late-breaking local, national, international, athletic or entertainment-type news. You couldn't wait to break the news, Dick Knifing-style.

Twins are special,,.. special & double-up on much. It is pluralization for the situation, in association with the invocation, irrovocation, recreation for all creation... jus messing wichoo. laterz. mair