This will take you two seconds, I promise. OK, maybe three…
My parents’ 42nd wedding anniversary is on November 27th and as luck would have it, Jimmy Rankin is performing that evening at the Astor Theatre. I’d love nothing more than to win a contest Jimmy is running on his Facebook page and all it takes is you giving a “like” to a comment I posted.
The comment (for that concert’s location) with the most likes will win tickets. So, will you please help me by paying it forward?
1) Visit Jimmy Rankin’s Facebook Page
2) Find the top left-hand post that says “Jimmy Rankin Tinsel Town Tour Giveaway”
3) Scroll through the comments to find my post commenting about wanting to win the tickets for my parents…(note: it is under my name – TAMMI HAYNE) and my avatar looks like this:
4) Click “like” on my comment
That’s it! Thanks in advance!
This morning before the sun rose or my alarm went off, I was awake. While I lay there in bed, the darkness was broken when the bedroom door opened and the light poured in from the hallway. Little barefoot steps across the hardwood floor to the edge of my bed followed and then a whispered “mama”. Grabbing on to the side of the mattress he hoisted his little body up beside mine. As he wrapped his arms around my neck and snuggled in closer, I covered him with blankets and kissed his forehead.
“Happy Birthday”, I whispered in a hushed voice so as not to wake his father who was still sleeping beside us.
We lay there in an embrace for about 20 minutes. I stroked his hair and rubbed his back. I pulled him closer, kissed his little mouth, his cheek and his forehead and then let him go just a little…not too much, so we could still keep our little cocoon of love made with intertwined arms. It took me back to that first night in the hospital after he was born – just the two of us in the dark, snuggled up like we were the only two people in the world.
Three years ago in the dark of an early morning not unlike this one, I woke with the knowledge that I would meet my new son that day. His arrival was quick and almost over before I had time to process it all. In an instant I was a mom of two under two – his arrival being only 18 months after his older brother’s.
He might be small in stature but he’s mighty in spirit. He loves music and movement and adores art and being creative. He prefers two large teddies and no blankets when he sleeps. He has a well-developed dry sense of humor and makes us laugh so much. His best friend is his brother and the sun rises and sets with his Daddy.
In the spring I had a psychic tell me that I’ve known Kyle in at least three previous lives. Obviously our connection is strong. Our souls keep following each other. I guess that’s kind of like the saying that a child is your heart walking around on the outside of your body. We are connected yet separate.
That’s why that special moment this morning meant so much to me – on the anniversary of the day he left my body, he came back to it for comfort.
Resting his head on my chest, he listened for the familiar sound of my heart – the rhythm of life.
Happy Birthday Kyle.
I’ve loved you for a thousand years…I’ll love you for a thousand more.
Editor’s Note: We celebrated on the weekend with family but tonight we’ll venture to Costco to have his favourite treat – a hotdog and fries (and maybe some ice cream instead of cake).
Dorothy Mae Uhlman
July 2, 1935 – September 23, 2013
How do you summarize the highlights of a life with only a few words? How do you truly encompass the breadth and width of the love that one individual shared so freely and without reservation? How do you properly honour the spirit of someone who warmed a room with her smile and the sound of her contagious laugh and who was always there to lend an ear when you needed to be heard and offered her arms when you needed to be held?
Those who loved her, knew her as Mom, Grandma, Grammie, Great-Grammie, Sister, Aunt, Friend; I knew her as Aunt Dot.
Aunt Dot always professed that she had the worst luck of anyone she knew. If it wasn’t for bad luck she didn’t have any. She’d recount with humour all of the predicaments she had found herself in over the years and we’d laugh at her expense – sometimes to the point of hysterics (and wet pants!). But what I loved about her so much is that she’d laugh right along with us about her misfortunes, asking us if we could believe her luck.
She was the queen of make-work projects for herself. She was one of the most industrious and hard working people I’ve ever met. She was the only person I knew who not only did Spring cleaning of her home but also Summer, Fall and Winter cleaning as well. You’d walk into the kitchen of her apartment to find her up on a chair washing down the cupboards but she’d never stop what she was doing – she’d just continue on and talk away to you just as if she was sitting at the table across from you.
Aunt Dot loved to bake and bake she did. Every Christmas she’d start early and have dozens of pies and treats for all of her family members stockpiled in her freezer to enjoy with holiday meals. It was something she did with love and everyone always looked forward to enjoying the fruits of her labour – including herself!
Many people have remarked that Aunt Dot always had a smile and that you were guaranteed many laughs whenever you were in her company. In fact it is hard to picture her without a smile on her face, isn’t it? Even when she was agitated about something she’d have a little rant and then end up laughing by the end of it. She taught me that even when times are tough that there is ALWAYS something to laugh and smile about.
I know we can all attest that Aunt Dot was the type of person who talked to everyone and anyone, believing everybody was worthy of her time. She was someone that you could talk to about whatever was burdening your heart and mind and she’d never pass judgement – offering only understanding, compassion and some sage advice. I know we’ll all miss having her as our voice of reason.
She was taken from our lives far too soon and without much warning. Our only consolation being that her suffering was not prolonged – something we can all be grateful for. Those who were able to, were afforded the time to spend with her, comforting her, telling her how much she was loved, how much she impacted their lives and how much she will be missed. We should all feel fortunate that we were granted that precious time with her.
I found a poem that I think suits this celebration of Aunt Dot’s life perfectly:
Memories in the Heart
Feel no guilt in laughter, she knows how much you care
Feel no sorrow in a smile that she’s not here to share
You cannot grieve forever, she would not want you to
She’d hope that you could carry on, the way you always do
So talk about the good times and the ways you showed you cared
The days you spent together, all the happiness you shared
A word someone may say
Will suddenly recapture a time, an hour, a day
That brings her back as clearly as though she were still here
And fills you with the feelings that she is always near
For if you keep these memories, you will never be apart.
And she will live forever locked safely within your heart.
Thank you Aunt Dot for all the smiles you brought us, the laughs you gave us until our faces hurt and most of all for the all the love you shared so freely with all those who had the pleasure of having you in their lives, either by chance or by choice.
You used to sing “Oh Lord it’s hard to be humble, when you’re perfect in every way…”. To us, you WERE perfect.
You will be missed forever and remembered always.
I’ll keep my eye out for you when I’m looking for dragonflies.