Monday, February 15, 2010

bittersweet life.....

A baby was born on February 12.
A beautiful girl with big dark eyes and lots of dark brown hair. Her middle name is the same as mine..
She is my fourth grandchild. It is hard to believe that my sweet daughter has two babies of her own now. It was one of those days that I wanted to pick up the phone and call Mom.. That doesn't happen often anymore- but it still happens.

Mother and baby are doing well.

On Valentine's day I received word that my only brother- Mom's oldest child- passed away unexpectedly... He was only 54.

I have so many regrets. So many things that I wish I could go back and change. He and I let time, space, and other people come between us. I can't tell you how many times I thought of him in the last two weeks- yet I didn't pick up the phone and call him. Oh how I wish I could turn back the clock...

Rest in peace my Brother...

Welcome to the world precious Grandaughter....

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Blogger Alena said...

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Alena

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