One day at a time.

First of all, I'd like to thank Diana (from Nana Diana Takes a Break) for her post about the feature in Romantic Country Magazine.

That was very kind of you, dear friend.

Second, for the suggestion from Tessa to make the images a little smaller to fit in with the format of my blog.

I am open to any suggestions that will improve the overall appearance of the blog. So....please let me know if this looks better.....I appreciate your honesty dear lady.

The flowers from the garden that have been drying were ready to finish the wreath hanging over the mantle.

I showed you the partially finished version.

This is how it looks now.

I am happy with the way it turned out.

The lack of sunshine has me in a melancholy mood these days.

With the holidays approaching, reminders of my niece have been creeping in my mind.

My sister is going through some difficult days....missing her daughter.

We talk on the phone (she lives in Washington state) many times for encouragement.

I cannot imagine being in her position.

Needing some connection, a word, a photo, any little detail to keep that person alive in your heart.

We try to capture memories, and hold them tight....not wanting them to escape our minds eye.

If we could just keep them from fading away.......

I think that's why we talk about our loved ones so much.

To keep those memories alive in our hearts and minds.

So they don't become lost.

We hold on tight to the funny things, and let go of the sadness.....slowly.

There is no time limit on grief.

Until we've grieved, we will muddle through the sadness with the freshness of our loss. Yet laugh about the silly times we remember. The times that seem like yesterday. We will reinforce the fun, and hold those days captive in our hearts, until they take over the grief......one day at a time.
My love to my sister, Denise.
Debbie
xo