Those of us who are dog owners, know the close and valuable relations we have with our furry friends. This morning I say goodbye to Mimi. She was a loving friend and mighty protector of mommy but she could not get past her illnesses.
At 3:30 this morning she went on to join the rest of her family in heaven.
The companionship from a dog shows a pure form of love and devotion to its caretaker. When that companion departs from us, we can feel the severity of that loss only to acquire another – not to replace the companion we lost but to strengthen us and to expand that love we had been shown. May we always be deserving of that love. Anita Neal, from my book Our Home of Love
Mimi, may you enjoy the beauty of heaven and the rest of your family as y’all wait for me.
Yes, I believe they are in heaven. Remember to love on your fur babies and be kind to all kinds. Their quest of love is short here on this earth but they remain in our hearts for a lifetime.
Here in the US, tomorrow is a special day honoring Fathers. We honor mothers in May and fathers in June. Some of us had wonderful fathers, some did not but regardless, the memory of them is there. I am not sure any of us had the perfect dad, they are only human but I believe the majority of men really wanted to do their best and should be honored. I am enclosing some pictures of my father and grandfathers in honor of this day and hope they all now they were loved and appreciated.
My father as a young man. I love the clothes and shoes of that era and know I would never see any of my boys dressed this way. As a young man my father was a typical young man, youngest sibling of seven. My grandfather was a banker but he was also a farmer raising white face Herefords. So dad spent a lot of time on the farm with his horse Romeo, a paint.
I never really knew my dad’s dad as he died of pneumonia when my dad was in high school only a few months before penicillin was discovered and available for use. But I do have some fun stories like him coming home from work and all seven children hanging in the living room and his comment would be where is everybody, which translated into where is Marie(grandmother).
With me being the youngest of 4 and my father being the youngest of seven, I did not get to know these grandparents very well and was closer in age to my cousins. But my mothers parents I got to be very close to. My mothers father, Buckshot, was a Pure Oil truck driver and a farmer. He would bring his truck over for Sunday evening meal and we would climb all over it. There are also many fond stories and event from visiting the farm. I recently wrote and published a book that highlights some of those stories.
I know from being a parent myself, that it is no easy task and some handle it better than others. I think my father and grandfathers were awesome and I honor them this Father’s day. Happy Father’s days gentlemen. You are remembered and loved.
Remember always to be kind. Even when life may have dealt you a hard time, kindness can help you heal as well as heal those you show kindness to.