I love carnations.Growing up on the farm, my Dad used to raise carnations for me. I loved the spicy scent and he loved to grow things, so it worked out for both of us. I've yet to find a carnation that has as strong a scent as Dad's did.
The other day when I opened the office these carnations were waiting for me. My boss likes carnations as well and always gives them when the time calls for a pick me up.
She's sweet.
I have been doing my regular blog visits, but haven't been commenting much. How do you comment when all you want to do is cry?
I was hoping it would go away, however, the tears keep coming.
My DH and I went down to the beach while my DD had an appt. in town. I had him take a picture of me and wow, not only has my heart been hurting, but it has moved into my hair...the gray hair has taken over in just the last couple of weeks! Eventually it'll be white like Moms...and Grandma's...and the rest of mom's family.
Well, go hug someone.
:)
3 comments:
{{{HUGS MAHALA}}}
I know that Heartache well.
I cry alone though. I always
have cried when know one was
around. I mask my tears. I
think I put up a blog entry
Apply Masking Tape Here. Under
in the Labels I wrote Hiding My
Tears, I Cry When I am Alone.
That's Ok not to comment. I am
sure other people understand!
God Bless You and Yours and Your
Beautiful Creative Life!!!
PS. I like the spicy smell
of Carnations too.
Some of them don't seem to
have a strong scent.
Your Dad must of had, The
Green Thumb of knowlege on
how to grow them.
Sweet of Your Boss to
Bring You Carnations!
God Bless You and Yours
and Your Boss Too!!!
Hi- You recently visited my blog and I'm just getting a chance to stop by yours during my lunch break at work. I too have lost my Mom to cancer, and I can understand the grief you feel. You might enjoy seeing the blog post I did on January 30th in honor of my Mom and her beautiful life. It's been 13 years since she passed, and I cried my eyes out while writing and preparing the entire memorial blog. Time doesn't always heal, but we feel a peace as time goes on. My daughter was only 8 mos. old when I lost Mom, so many of my tears are out of sadness for me and selfishness on my part as I feel bad she isn't here to see Emily grow up, but my peace is that her suffering here on earth is over, and she's with Jesus. That is my comfort, and knowing that I'll one day too be reunited with her. My Dad has continued on and is 86 now, and I would of never guessed he'd out live my Mom by so many years.
Peace to you!
Gretchen
http://mimitoriasdesigns.blogspot.com
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