Sunday, August 16, 2009
My youngest daughter Jessica Marie (AKA Jessie-girl) would have been 13 today. As emotional as that makes me, I have to recall the old Russian proverb: You can't appreciate being warm until you have been cold. Life is, by design, bittersweet.
A week ago, my oldest daughter, Julie Ann gave birth to my granddaughter, Lila Marie.
Julie Ann purposefully gave Jessie's middle name to Lila.
Lila was over 8 pounds and 19 inches long. Mom and baby are both fine.
Now, as I settle in to my new home with my Lady Chatelaine, preparing for our marriage, I have been told that my Dad (who is now 2500 miles away) has stomach cancer. Sometimes life is sweet-bitter.
With the date of the accident that killed Jessie-girl coming soon (Aug 24) I want this month to be over. I'd hate to think what my condition would be if I was still alone. Thank you LC for loving me. I love you very much.