Aunt Beulah….

Happy Heavenly Birthday to my Aunt Beulah. I miss her so much, more than words can say. She was like a mother to me, she never had any children but she always said I was the daughter she never had. She helped me so much after a surgery I had in 1986. I was unable to do much, and my mother didn’t want to help me so she told me to ask Aunt Beulah for help. I did, and she was more than happy to help with meals for us. I don’t know what I would have done without her. This resulted in me and her becoming very close, of course my mother wasn’t happy about that, but she was the one who really caused it. We were so close until she died. I always tried to get her to come down here and live with us but she always said she wanted to stay where she was. She used to tell me how awful it was being married to her first husband Cecil, who would beat on her all the time, he actually tried to choke her to death with a belt one night. She got away from him thank goodness and eventually married Charles. He was such a godsend. He was so good to her and everyone liked him. Unfortunately he died at age 49. Beulah was devastated after that, she found love again in later years with a man who had known Charles at one time. He was good to her but I know she always missed Charles. Love you Aunt Beulah until we meet again.

Sad day….

My father in law John passed away on November 25, 1988, at the age of 72. We had celebrated Thanksgiving and this would be the last time John would celebrate it with us. I met him in 1975 and he had really suffered with health problems through the years. He was recuperating in the hospital from open heart surgery in December of 1975. He often spoke of his growing up and how he spent it with different families. It was almost liked he was passed from one family to another. He died from throat cancer. But no matter how bad he felt he never complained and he was always glad to see us. He was such a great father and grandfather, and he’s been missed so much. Love you John.

Birthday….

I always think of my father in law around Thanksgiving. His birthday is today and sometimes it would fall right on Thanksgiving. He was a gruff, kind man. He would give you the shirt off his back. Troy told me that his dad had hit a pedestrian with his car and the man had died when Troy was younger. He never mentioned it and I never asked him about it. The thanksgiving he passed was a sad one. I was at the house when Ruby was cooking our Thanksgiving dinner. He had fallen out of bed and things weren’t looking good. He had lost both of his legs several years back. I was so afraid he would pass without knowing how much I loved him. Ruby was in the kitchen and I went and sat on the bed next to him and told him how much I loved him. I’m so glad he knew that before he passed. I miss him, I always will. So thankful he was a part of my life. I always felt like a daughter to him cause that’s how he treated me. He had a sad time growing up, maybe that’s what made him so gruff. But I know deep down he was such a kind giving man. Thank you John for all you did for me. I’ll never forget it. What a difference you made in my life.