I thought when I turned sixty that my life would slow down to a hum drum boring existance, which didn’t seem all that bad considering all the rolls and tumbles I had taken up til now. Boy! was I ever wrong! Now, I am not complaining, not at all, not about my previous life or the stage I’m in now. I love my life. I feel very blessed although I’m sure some people think that my life has been a nightmare.
I married at eighteen, had my first baby at nineteen, had my second baby at twenty, and three days before my second baby was born, I went through the devastation of losing my first child. I had the support of my husband and family and my faith to get me through this. Life settled down, and I had my third and last baby when I was twenty-four. My first was a little girl, Lee Anne. The two that I would get to raise were boys, Mark and Jason.
God was good to me. It wasn’t until I was married for twenty years that my world took it’s first big crash. My husband and I went through a terrible time, separated for a short while and almost divorced, but we worked things out. He courted me all over again and we fell deeply in love once again.
A short five years later, my husband was diagnosed with a brain tumor, an astrocytoma. Inoperable, but low grade and not very aggressive, we were told it may have been there for years. Thirty-three radiation treatments later, the tumor was shrunk, but the radiation have wreaked havoc. My husband was no longer able to work. I would now be the primary bread-winner, the maker of all big decisions. To add to my plateful, my dad passed away one year later.
Adjusting to a much smaller income and caring for my husband, we also had a lot of happiness moving in on us. Blessed, first, with Ethan, a precious grandson, then three years later, a baby girl finally entered our lives again after 32 long years. We were blessed with a beautiful granddaughter, Emily.
God was always good to me, but He sort of rode in the backseat a lot. I never turned away from Him even in my worst times, but I never really turned to Him either.
I lost my husband in 2003 at Christmas-time. I lost my mom in 2004 on Christmas Day. I retired in 2005 and moved to the city where my boys lived. I wrote a book about my life called “The Tablecloth”. I never thought there would be any more big changes. That book is so out-dated now. Someday, when my grandkids are a little older, I might write a sequel. For now, I am just going to share my life with you. Sounds tragic, doesn’t it? But don’t worry, it’s not. It has some sad parts, but mostly it’s funny, happy, blessed and ever-changing. Please stay tuned.