Forget Me Not

How could we ever forget, nor would we want to not remember the great spirit of twin brother, Mark Allen Joseph & dear mother, Marian "Sparky". The question is of course rhetorical as thoughts and longing for the precious, dear and gone from us remain strong and vivid. The meshing of memories and dreams prevail serving to remind us of your absence. Every little detail, the seasons and times of our lives we shared weave in and out of my memory bank as clearly as the moments they occurred.

The love, the connection, the goodness of you does not dissipate. The heart ache is equal to the great heartedness associated with everything we miss about Mark and Mother, Marian "Sparky". All the occasions that made us the people we were and continue to become linger-on like the sound of a favorite song. The evolution of my life includes the good days and dark days, the exciting and excruciating moments we knew would pass and become part of our past but very much inscribed into our future. It is humbling to realize you are still present in a way that keeps you alive in my own soul.

During these holidays I long to see your beautiful smiles, to hear your good humor and feel your sweet embrace. I hold on to the love, the special and mundane times and I offer gratitude for past Christmas's we shared filled with all the special, simple and wonderful ways we expressed our love and loyalty to one another. I lift you up in everything good and grace-filled and I am so thankful for you still very much a part of this life of mine, that was part of yours while you were here.
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They're Grrreat!

When we were kid's as I recall; what brand of cereal to buy could get controversial. 

One person may have wanted Cocoa Puffs and somebody else wanted Rice Crispies. Mom kept it simple and bought either Corn Flakes or Cheerios and sometimes a box of Pop Tarts was nice when we could just pop one of those little crusty pockets of sweetness into the toaster. Oatmeal and Cream of Wheat were also a nice hot change of pace on a cold morning before school and we usually wolfed them down so we wouldn't late.

It wasn't until the older kids grew-up and out of the house that us babies of the family would get the green light for the less serious cereal like a super colorful and inviting box of Fruit Loops, Cap'nCrunch or Frosted Flakes, our first choices for a simple breakfast of champions!

Such simpler times when running out of milk was the big tragedy of the day and we only had the original flavor of Maltomeal and not the chocolate. If Nestles Quick powder was in the house and milk was flowing freely, there was nothing better than an ice cold glass of chocolate milk to put a smile on the faces of two children eager to dive into a nice lip smacking round of milky goodness. If it was a Saturday, cartoons, cereal, toast or maybe French toast was served as the sticky syrup was passed around and topped off the bread dipped in the egg mixture and fried to perfection, Mark's favorite. Good memories of basic kid stuff that started our day feeling loved and well taken care of.

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Star Gazers

Summer nights star gazing on a balmy evening, the neighborhood is quiet as we recline on the trunk of mom's car, chicharra's chirping filling the air with the loud and clear sounds of the season. An occasional unhurried car passes by as we shoot the breeze on the ever alert to behold a star dashing, flashing it brilliance across the big sky. The magic of simple moments with a twin who has evolved into the very stuff the stars we watch, are made of. We could not have imagined, we would ever be looking for you in the wild blue yonder.

The indicators are there like the writing on the wall, wide open in the wondrous waning and waxing moon. Even obscured by the city lights, the stars glisten and dance in the darkness only to give way to the beaming sun rising and setting like a priceless painting with colors on fire smoldering into the other side of the world. The butterfly too brings joy, fluttering in plain view, sweet spirited sightings bearing gentle messages of love and life ever after.      *The times we experienced together didn't seem to matter more than life being what it is, what it was and what it will be remembered for.  All the star gazing, hell raising, fussing, fighting, fun, monumental and mundane, every big and little thing remains lingering on in living color. The cherished memory of a lifetime with twin brother, Mark,  how mostly sweet it is! ♥
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Sparkyism's

Sparky

Sparkyism's
- This is the day the Lord has made, let us rejoice and be glad in it! 
- You've got champagne taste on a beer budget.
- Just because everybody jumps off the roof, doesn't mean you have to. 
- I/they, don't give a good tinkers damn. 
- Over my dead body.
- Children should be seen and not heard. 
- Speak when you are spoken to. 
- It takes both rain and sunshine to make a rainbow. 
- Don't be too familiar with people. 
- Muy agusto. 
- Whatever you do be good at it. If you dig ditches or whatever it is, be good at it. 
- Walk tall!
- The Lord will provide.
- He's gonna have to come to the door to get you, honking for you will not work, to my big sisters
  when guy friends came a calling.
- Treat others the way you want to be treated

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