Showing posts with label sweet. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sweet. Show all posts

Saturday, September 17, 2011

Uncle Jerry: The Last Time I Saw Him


Uncle Jerry with Parker at Kathy's wedding in May, 2011
Dear Imaginary Friends,

Uncle Jerry was my uncle, and someone I will never forget. He was so kind, so sweet. Growing up in New Orleans, my mother's younger brother came over to our house for every Sunday dinner, and Sunday mass was a group outing. He was there at every graduation, awards ceremony, talent show. He was there. Period. Never missed an occasion. He was like a second father to us three Miller girls.

He had the kind of head of hair that most men dream about, and a personality that was so very easy going.

It was with a very heavy heart that we went to his funeral last week in New Orleans, to say goodbye. He had just run on the treadmill four days before he passed away at 78. He was weak in bed for 3 days, then rushed to the ER, pronounced with acute leukemia, and died the day after.

It was shocking. He was the Teflon man, who had survived so many health problems, it defied belief. To see him knocked down so quickly was devastating to his entire extended family. He had survived the Korean War, cancer, and a bad heart. He also had COPD.

It was very hard to say goodbye to someone so loving. His legacy was a great example he showed to his three sons, who should follow the way he set forth: Live in love and light. And that will go on.

I miss Uncle Jerry.
Forever,
Patsie

Friday, September 16, 2011

A Year Ago Today

Cookie holding Parker
Only an hour old
Dear Imaginary Friends,

Grandbabies are so special. The first time I held tiny Parker was a year ago today. He was small, fresh and sweet. His hair was dark and shiny, his skin flushed red.

How he has grown and changed over the last year! He has traveled from newborn to infant to toddler. He now walks, sings and dances. He has blond hair, blue/brown eyes. He is a snuggler and an explorer; daring and afraid: A contradiction in terms.

Words cannot explain the bloom in your heart when you first hold your child's child. It is the best gift there is.

Your Imaginary Grandmother,
Patsie

Monday, July 25, 2011

This Milk Is Making Me Sleepy

Dear Imaginary Friends,
Parker finds milk to be a narcotic. It makes him go to sleep. Is it because it contains tryptophan?
His eyes are at half mast. 
Just. 
About. 
To close.
Sweet dreams!
Your Imaginary Friend,
Patsie