When one thing leads to another, and another...and makes you remember people no longer with us.

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I won't get into it, but today was so stressful. It really did feel like the weight of the world was on my shoulders. I never have a meltdown, ever...but I went to the bedroom and had my own little private meltdown. It's all fixed, it's better, but it brought on some memories for me. Good memories, but corny to most of you. That's ok if it's corny--I am going to share anyway, because it's important to me. There is one rather old saying one of my grandmothers used to say a lot. ''The hurried-er I go, the behind-er I get!'' And she was so right. She was a busy, busy woman and was always hurrying. When she finished her day, every dish was in place in the cupboard, kitchen was spotless, and she was ready for the next morning. She showered and tried to enjoy some TV but of course her lap was always full even then, as while she viewed she mended or worked on quilt blocks. The only time I ever saw her not moving is if she was asleep or really sick, which was rare. Other sayings I recall she was fond of were Not my cup of tea. It's like herding cats! Don't take any wooden nickels Hold your horses And the one I heard the most often that I suspect may have kept her going during some tough times--''Where there's a will, there's a way!'' She was so strong, and for her time, a very independent woman. She lived long enough to see my first two babies and love them, but the next two never got to meet her. She was a rock and I suspect her load was way too heavy, but she never let on that it was. She just loved her way through any problems and turmoil. She never preached at anyone, but her Bible was always on the little table by her chair, and that was the last thing she did every night, was to read a bit. If we were there, she often shared just one verse--simple ones, for children to understand. I still have that Bible, when she died my aunt found a note in it that said it was to go to me. I have my other grandmother's Bible as well, although it is an old-style Catholic Bible. I treasure both of them and remember them reading from them. It all seems like yesterday, but as long as I can remember it all, that's all that matters. I realize more and more as I grow older, that I came from some incredibly special woman who tried so hard to teach us what was right and what was wrong. I lost one at age 13 and one in my mid 20's, but I can still hear their voices... Picture, sent to me by my much loved cousin today, who was also remembering someone we lost.