Saturday, December 24, 2005


I recieved the ultimate of Christmas cards via e-mail from my daughter Kim. When I opened the card and the word Mom appeared, I could not read the rest of the card for a while. The tears just kept coming. Those of you who know us can understand why. It was something that I thought I had lost a long time ago. Mom, I know you are here with us this beautiful season, and it is you I have to thank for for straightening up that road that Kim and I had to walk.

Sunday, November 27, 2005

Another Sleepless Night

Here I am again, on another sleepless night. I have so much on my mind, mostly it is my kids that I am thinking about. I am very concerned about Kim and her health. She is in for another surgery this coming Thursday. She has the greatest support she could ask for...her husband. If I had been sent out to find a husband for her, I couldn't have found anyone better for her. They have found what each one needed, in each other. If I should die tomorrow, I would not have to worry about her.

I am concerned about Ed moving so far away. I know he is a grown man and is quite capable to take care of himself. And he would probably tell me that very thing. I was hurt deeply, the last time he was over here. He recieved a telephone call from work, and he referred to Jean as Mom, and me as Westover. I try hard to not be offended, but it did not work this time.

I am worried about Terri. They are moving their bar to another location, for a variety of reasons, and both Terri and Nick are both stressed out, and I do not know how to help them. I have learned to trust Nick. There again, Terri and Nick were made for each other.

I have always belived that..... We do not own our children, they are loaned to us by God, and it is up to us to see that they are cared for. The LORD had other plans for my children. Eddies Grandparents raised him, but not because I wanted it that way. My Mom raised Kim, and again it wasn't of my choosing. I got to raise Terri. But they were all raised in a house full of love for them. And I love each of them very much.

Thursday, October 06, 2005

Sandi's World


Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge. When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone who was very special to them... someone who had to be left behind.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life, but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....

Thursday, March 10, 2005


I cannot sleep, so I figured I would write a little of what is on my mind. There is a woman in my life that has always been there when it comes to my children and Grandchildren. Over the years, she has been a very important person to me. As I write this I have so many thoughts running in my head about some of the things she has done. Mostly my son Ed. When things were tough on me emotionally, she stepped in and tried to bring me peace. As most people know me, and knows the problems that I had, also know that I lost custady of my son when he was not quite 2 years of age. George and I had decided that if it was not possible for Eddie to have both parents, he would have one. I t was decided that he would be the one, because it was his parents that had Eddie. Shortly after that our marriage fell apart. Late he married Jeannie, and I am not saying it was easy, it wasn't, for everyone involved..... But Jeannie and I did become friends. and it was she that brought my son back into my life. While I was absent in his life, she was not selfish with her love for Eddie. Thank you Jeannie, for taking over and taking care of Eddie when I could not be there, and for always keeping me updated on how he was doing through the years. Thank you for a job well done.

Tuesday, March 08, 2005


I lost a cousin this past week, he was only 14 years old. He had been fighting Cancer the past five years. After talking to some of the people that took care of him at HealthSouth, he was a big inspiration in their personal lives. I was told he always had a smile, and was a fighter all the way. I am sure his family will miss him, and a BIG family it is!!!I have my own memories of him, and when I get settled, and feel that I can do him justice I will put my feelings in the written word.

Rest In Peace Jonathon Erick Koon

Monday, February 28, 2005


Tomorrow 3-01-05 will be my Mom's birthday, she would be 82 years old. But in the fifty-nine years that she was on this earth, she made differances in many lives. She once watched the movie"The Magnificent Obession" and was determined to try to live her life as the people in the movie did. AND I think she did a very good job of it. I miss her with everything in me. I will unexpectantly see something simple and it will bring a memory of her. I pass the old fire dept. and I remember the times in my life that we stayed with my Grandparents. I think as I get older and the largest part of my life is gone, I begun to look forward to seeing both my Mom and my Dad once again. I wonder why it is that we don't appreciate everything our parents do for us, until it too late and there are a lot of things left unsaid. I am sure she hears me when I speak to her, because any problems I may have had, get turned right around. She once told me that I would always be her baby, and it didn't set right with me. Now I wish, that I could hear those words one more time. I love you Mom. And Happy Birthda!!!

Saturday, February 26, 2005

New Blog

I seem to have had a little trouble with my username and password on my other BLOG, so I am re-doing it and I am starting over.