DAUGHTERS!

Johanna, Erika, Jennifer

You know, I have three grown daughters. I love them each with all of my heart. But can someone tell me why it is that when you and  your daughters are basically the same size, that you can’t keep any clothes in your own closet??!!  I mean really. Case and point. Yesterday, my daughter Johanna came over and asked me if I had some pants for her to wear because she needed them really bad for someplace she had to go. Well, as a mom I said yes I did. About an hour later, I watched as my last two pair of pants walked out the door without me and a pair of my shoes, and two of my tops. Those clothes left me with this message, “I’ll give them back when I’m finished.” I just sat there wondering what I was going to wear. Then, to my relief, I found a pair of beat up Capri pants in the back of my closet. I’m not giving those up. I tied them to me with a chain!

Last Christmas when offices have their Christmas parties, my daughter Jennifer was smiling and grinning on Facebook. She looked lovely to me, until I realized that the dress she was wearing was the one new one I had bought and had never worn. I don’t know how she got it out of the house without me seeing it! She was styling in it so daringly. She still has it and it’s May.

I bought five dresses last year. I usually wear them to church, so they don’t get a whole lot of wear from me. Well, Erika called me several times last year and early this year needing some dresses and shoes to wear for her business events. I had to threaten her to give me back just one of those dresses. 

I am currently looking in a catalog to see how much a barrel and suspenders cost! Daughters, you gotta love ’em.

Rosa

 

GOOD NEWS!

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HAPPY DAYS ARE  HERE AGAIN – DADDY, JOHANNA, AND ERIKA

Well, I am so glad to announce that my daughter who spent 10 months fighting with Ovarian Cancer, started back to work yesterday, May 8, 2017. That’s good news! She will have to keep seeing her Oncologist quarterly to make sure all remains well, but that’s minimal to what she went through last year and the first of this year. Her first post checkup came out wonderful. Thank God. 

Through all she went through, she was able to finish book 2 and 3 of her Ruby Eyed Devil Series, and has started on a book of short stories to be published in e-book format. She laughs a lot more now. She is busy regaining some of the happiness that she lost during those months. She smiles a whole lot more, too. I think that she has embraced life so much more since her ordeal with cancer. She is still teaching Sunday School every Sunday at church and cleaning her house, running errands, fussing with her sisters; (some things never change), loving her grandmother and seeing about her. Sounds like normal stuff, you’re right, but when you come away from an affliction that others don’t make it through, those ‘normal’ things become great privileges and you love to do them.

As for me, only God sustained me while watching my daughter suffer. Chemotherapy took all of her hair out, but I guess the stress of watching her made a lot of my own hair fall out, too. No matter, both of our hair is growing back. 

Thanks for listening and blogging concerns and encouragement when I shared with  you for those months. I appreciate you all more than I can say. 

It’s May, 2017. Make sure that you embrace this uncertain life you have and break down barriers if you can between you and anyone you love. Mend broken relationships, too. It’s worth it. I’m happy and joyful today and I am not going to analyze those feelings either. Tomorrow may be different, sure: but I’ll deal with tomorrow when I make it there. 

Rosa

MEET MY FAMILY – SIBLINGS – OLDEST BROTHER ROY

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This is a picture of my brother Roy. Here he is a Marine. Gunnery Sergeant Roy L. Payne, Jr. My brother was in the Marines from the age of 19 years to 30  years. He had initially planned to make a career of it. He was a Judo expert while in the Marines. My dad was a Marine, and so it followed suit that my brother went into the military as a Marine. He married a woman and had two children. But before that he held a distinguished position in 1969 before enlisting in the Marines and before management positions were really available to minorities. He was a manager at what used to be called Ma Bell – Bell Telephone Company, at the ripe old age of 20 years old. He had gotten his electronics certificate after graduating from High School, from RETS Electronics School. He was expert at that, as well.

When he enlisted in the Marines, he was stationed in Japan for about 3  years. He settled in 29 Palm, CA when he married in 1972. He and my sister-in-law had two children, Ruth, and Roy III. My brother grew and learned a lot before he turned 30 years old. A Christian man, he raised his family with delight. Ruth was 6 and Roy III was about 2 years old. 

November 16, 1980 at about 1:45 a.m. early morning, my two brothers-in-law rang my doorbell and told me that my Mom would need  me. I knew something had happened, but for the life of me I couldn’t have believed that when I got to my Mom and Dad’s house that I would hear that Roy had been killed in a car accident in California, that day. That was devastating enough, but he was killed by a drunk driver, and the drunk driver was a Marine also. WOW! My parents flew to California for the services. The rest of us had a memorial for him, where we lived. You know for so long I was angry with that drunk driver and wanted to hurt him, but he was killed, too. There was nothing but anger and pain as I thought of my sister-in-law and young niece and nephew who would only know their dad through pictures and word of mouth memories. He was married only 8 years and died at 30 years old. He would have been 67 this coming December. Ruth is 42 and Roy III is 37. My brother is missed, but never forgotten. 

DON’T DRINK AND DRIVE! THE EFFECTS LAST A LIFETIME.