Friday, June 27, 2014

"Dogs are not our whole life,
But they make our lives whole."
Roger A. Caras


Dear Henry,

Mama showed us this picture to explain that you used to live in Aspen.
We thought you always lived with us. Emma-dog reminded us that
"no, for a little while, she was the only pup in the house, and then we came
to live with her, then you came to live with us." It's sometimes confusing for our 
brains, you know. 
We have been looking for you on that little mountain you stand on, and in the 
back corner you go to when you want to hide from Mama. We know she misses you.
She told us that really, Graham is your human, and you need each other. We kind of
understand, because you told us you missed him. Is that who you were looking for when
you were on the top of the mountain? 
I (Gus) had to go to the Vet yesterday. They are very nice, but I hate those shots. I am healthy,
but you know, they giggled at me and said I sound like a monkey when I get all worked up. 
Mama just laughed. Rude.
That's it for today. 
We miss you, Henry. 
Mama is busy planning Alexandra and Marky's wedding. She hasn't had a lot of time, 
so I think we are going to hijack this blog until the wedding is over. 

Friday, April 18, 2014

A Beautiful Morning
When each partner loves so completely
that he has forgotten to ask himself
whether or not he is loved in return;
when he only knows that he loves
and is moving to its music
then, and only then
 are two people able to
dance perfectly in tune to the same rhythm.
prose by
Anne Morrow Lindbergh
Gift from the Sea
photography by 

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Happy Birthday Kenny

Happy Birthday Dear Kenny,

963

The number of  days since I've seen you.

You didn't love celebrating things like birthdays.

Or any occasion that Hallmark deemed card-worthy.

You celebrated the little things. 

I have have all those nothing special cards, you know.

I tucked them all away, and I find them. 

They are a gift whenever I do. 

I think of you each day.

Wondering what you are thinking of all we are doing.

We miss you.

I miss you.

We were lucky, you and I. 







Saturday, March 22, 2014

Happy Birthday Grammy

I have been blessed in my life.
This lovely woman 
was a jazzy grandmother
when I was young.
A comforting grandmother 
as I grew older.
And a wise grandmother
as we were both women.
This is post from years ago.
Thank you dear Emma Maude.
For a life well lived.


My grandmother was home to me

She loved me unconditionally

She loved all of her grandchildren unconditionally

She made everyone who knew her feel they were special

She has always been my mentor

I miss her everyday



Wednesday, March 12, 2014

2014

I have been busy.
It's been a long two and a half years.
I have been in a fog.
In pain.
I have taken one step at a time.
I am now at a place I could never imagine being.
I am a photographer.
I see things through a lens that astonish me. 
Welcome to my world.

Click on the link and you will see my website.
I hope you enjoy it.

Monday, March 10, 2014

I was blessed this day.


 A child is born
We've suddenly stepped through a thousand dolls
A child is born
His chin is like mine but his eyes are yours
How perfectly formed are his fingers
So far to reach, so much to know
What world will be formed by his fingers
We'll hold him close, then let him go

How sweet to find
A part of ourselves we knew nothing of
A child is born
A child that was born of our love.*

Meagan, thank you 
for letting me begin to share this day with you.
I am looking forward to meeting Baby T.

*words adapted from those written by 
Alan and Marilyn Bergman and David Grusin

All photos by Cheryl Sparks Photography

Sunday, March 2, 2014

Looking Back

Filing
Paperwork
Receipts
Honestly, Kenny had me trained.
Well, sort of.
I didn't actually do it his way,
but my way worked.

And now, it is time to go through everything.
1995-2005
It's kind of amazing when you look
at your life through your paperwork.

We have certainly been blessed,
which, in turn,
means a lot of paper.
Not my favorite thing.
But in in looking through the papers
I remember conversations.
The discussions we had.
Things we would do.

I found lists of Pros and Cons.
(I saved everything)
And now, I am shredding.

When someone you love has
Frontotemporal Degeneration
there are so many questions. 
When were were there signs?
What could we have
or should we have noticed?

I think the thing that amazes me is this.
Many of the conversations we were having 
the year before he was diagnosed 
were sharp.
They were intelligent.
He was truly my Kenny. 

I am so grateful for this time,
 looking through our papers.
Over the years, I questioned myself.
Wondered what I missed.
I'm sure I did miss things.
We were raising teens.
Life is crazy.
But we were connected.
I see that. 

And so I shred.
And shred.
Grateful, for beautiful memories of a life well lived.