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Thursday, June 28, 2018

In Memory of my Son

I suspect most of the people who read my blog are my family, friends, and co-workers, and they already know that my 23 year old son passed away as the result of a hit and run June 22, 2018. His funeral was yesterday ... his 24th birthday.

My son was far from perfect and he made a lot of mistakes, but he always persevered. He never gave up. When one door shut, he found another door. And he was funny! He loved making people laugh and he laughed at the silliest things. He loved tickling his two little kids and hearing them giggle and squeal with delight ... and they loved him. He was extremely intelligent and a talented artist. He drew me a picture of the Cape Hatteras Lighthouse one year as a gift. It's been framed and hanging in my home ever since. Once mother's day, he didn't have any money to buy me anything, so he drew me some flowers. I still have it on display.

Tomorrow will mark one full week since his death, but it feels like it was just yesterday when the Deputies and Coroner broke the news to me. I didn't believe them. I didn't want to believe them, and I held out hope that they misidentified the body ... until I saw him in his casket. It really was him. I held him as much as I could, leaning over his casket, my head on his chest, and other hand tickling his scalp. He loved having his head rubbed.

I can't describe what I'm feeling now. I stayed with his body for a long time after the funeral ended, just holding him, touching him. Walking out of the funeral home yesterday was the hardest things I've ever had to do. I know his soul is no longer in his body, he's in heaven now, but I knew when I walked out, that I would never again be again be able to touch him or kiss him.

My very first blog post, on November 14, 2008 was about him. At that time, I actually had two blogs, which I have since combined. I imported all my old posts into this blog, so the post is now listed as January 20, 2013, but it was first published in 2008.

I'll never talk to him again. I'll never again hear him say, "I love you, Mama." At the end of every phone conversation or upon parting, we always said, "I love you", and for that I am grateful ... but I'm greedy ... I want more I love you's. I want more of his hugs where he lifts me off the ground, and laughs at my protests for him to put me down.

Davy was far from perfect, but he had hopes and dreams. He waffled back and forth between wanting to be a mechanic or a preacher. I was rooting for the ministry. He would have been an amazing pastor, able to reach troubled youth and bring them to Jesus before they made life altering mistakes. He had a huge, generous, kind heart.

The person, or persons (they think he was run over more than once) who did this can write an anonymous note to the sheriff's department and explain why they didn't stop. I'm not looking for revenge ... I just want answers as to why they didn't stop or at the very least call it in to 911. Maybe they did. Maybe one of the many, many, many 911 calls that came in that night was from the person who killed my son and then drove home and went to bed.

His killer will be brought to justice, if not on earth, then in heaven. "Vengeance is mine, sayeth the Lord". Whoever did this will one day answer for their crime. And personally, I'd rather face the judgement of man than that of the Almighty God.

Below is the very first blog post I ever wrote ... and it was about my silly boy.

The Day My Son Colored The Cat

Thing 1 has a little black kitten with a white "vest". He kind of looks like he's wearing a tuxedo. He's a very hyper little guy, driving us nuts, bouncing off walls, and tripping us as he walks under our feet (literally).

Home alone one day, my son, the youngest of my three children, decided he wanted Tux to be all black. I have no idea why. Not only is he a child, he's a boy ... and I'm not quite sure it's possible to understand what goes on in their heads!

So, on the day in question, my son gets out a Sharpie marker and colors the white spot on Tux's chest. Now keep in mind, this is in Tux's pre-declawed days. Tux is hardly what I would call a sweet, compliant kitten, so I can only imagine the gymnastics that child had to go through in order to subdue the cat long enough to color him ... and the fact that he did not require a trip to the Emergency Room is a testament to his ingenuity!

Apparently, coloring a cat with a Sharpie marker is 
not a good idea. The cat walked like he was a little tipsy for the rest of the day. I'm not sure it it was from the fumes or the chemicals seeping into his skin. As his "high" wore off, he became one of the sweetest kitty cats you've ever seen. You could hold him and cuddle him without fear of being shredded by his razor-sharp claws!

That was months ago, and Tux has returned to the same psychotic kitten he was prior to 
"The Incident" (as it's came to be known). He's declawed now, so cuddling him isn't as dangerous as it once was. And, like before, he's exhibiting the textbook symptoms of ADHD. (Do they make Ritalin for cats?)

I'm giving serious consideration to coloring the cat again ... and blaming it on my son.

Friday, June 22, 2018

My Girls Are Covered in Flowers and Blooms!

I have six window boxes full of my pretty girls, and they have all been covered in blooms and then flowers for a couple of weeks now. I normally don't get blooms or flowers until July, but this year I started watering them early, in my mud room. Since they can't take cold temperatures, and definitely no frost or freezing, I wait each year until I'm certain those weather ailments have passed, so it's anywhere from mid to late April before I bring them outside and start watering them. This year, I started in March.

I was curious to see how an early start affected the arrival of flowers … and I was rewarded with a profuse display two to three weeks earlier than I've ever had them. Now, I have to see if the wane before normal, which is generally sometime in September. If they don't start showing signs of distress in August, I may bring them up even earlier next year. I'm not in any hurry for summer to be over, so I'm more than willing to be patient and wait.

They prefer morning sun and afternoon/evening shade. With the exception of the ones outside my kitchen window, my girls get more afternoon sun than they should, but they still do exceptionally well. The only sign that they are getting too much sun is some gold flecks on the leaves.

I've had these flowers for a couple of decades now. I've divided them to make more and gave away more pots of these beauties than I can count. I adore these flowers!

Wednesday, June 20, 2018


It will be a while before this guy is ripe, but I'm already salivating! My dad always had tomato plants, so there was an abundance of fresh tomatoes to eat every summer … and I enjoyed them every day. Daddy would be happy to know I grow tomatoes now.

Monday, June 18, 2018

The Osterich

My son and daughter-in-law came over the other day ... with all their animals ... including their turtle. I allowed the cats (all three of them) and the two dogs inside, but I put my foot down on that stupid turtle!

One of their cats was particularly stressed and "hid" the entire time. I don't know how he kept from suffocating!

Tuesday, June 12, 2018

Shoulder Rides

Thing 1 put her baby on her shoulders. (Note: I do not keep milk on my coffee table. It's been rinsed out and is now a toy. The little monkey on his Mama's shoulders loves to bang it  and make noise.)

So the other two babies grabbed their Ernie's and gave them a shoulder ride. It's so fun watching these sweet little ones mimic our actions. These three babies fill my heart to overflowing!

Sunday, June 10, 2018


When you're too little to play with Play-Doh, but they let you chew on the lid ...

Thursday, June 7, 2018

I Saw Mumford Yesterday!

Mumford and his son were picnicking in the grass at one of the middle schools yesterday! (In case you don't remember Mumford, click here for a refresher.)

Wednesday, June 6, 2018

Lopsided Mustache

This guy is narrating a documentary series about the old west. I can barely pay attention because all I can think is "Why didn't someone tell him to trim his mustache?!!!"