She brings with her, a brilliance. Aunt takes her shopping for the first time in her young life. She passes all her studies and decides to stay in the easy class. This will be the best school ever. Next comes Northwestern University. Her mother never gets in touch with her all through the years. Brother Jimmy stays far away until one day, he calls. He chooses to be with his dearest Charlie. Aunt and Uncle send a ticket for their nephew and soon he becomes part of the family.
Newly widowed Joan has her mind in a spin. What to do with his car now that he’s gone and his Harley. Yum. She can ride that baby anytime and the Skeet club he belonged to. Hell, she can shoot skeet just as well as the men. Oh yes. And she had their, uh, her therapy dogs all trained and ready to work. That would take up several days each week.
And so we meet the widow to see what she’s up to.
With high hopes, Joan dressed in Larry’s Harley jacket over his fancy club outfit. His suede jacket fit nicely over her pink cashmere sweater and jeans. Her body had a good shape for an older woman; Larry always said so, the jerk, and best of all, the women never came to the event because they weren’t shooters.
She zoomed into the parking lot causing a commotion right away and she removed Larry’s helmet, shook out her beautiful hair and knew she needed a smaller helmet. James Franklin, the president this year so strong and healthy said, “We were all so sad to lose Larry and of course we will reimburse his yearly dues.
“James, that’s not what I had in mind since I’m an excellent skeet shooter and want to continue.” The tall man nodded, his gray hair combed so smoothly back fell forward: “Joan, we don’t have a rule leaving women out of the club so you are welcome.”
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FirstFirst she was a teeny munchkin sleeping in my office as I wrote. Then I’d wheel her in the carriage and teach her about the wonders of nature. Then she was up to mischief emptying drawers, climbing out of her crib, racing out of the room, a fight to the finish.
Now she plays basketball, has her own mind about so many things and here she’s dressed so pretty with the soon to be bride and groom. Meet Nadia and Anthony.
Life is splendid , isn’t it? Enjoy every moment we are given.
Love to all, Charmaine
This is the time of my life when memories come fast and strong. I recall the son who didn’t live. Labor pains came, I heard the delivery and asked the nurse what I had. She said for me to wait for the doctor. The news was grim. The baby didn’t survive.
Some months later, the same experience happened. We had two sons and then bad luck. Another one lost. Determined to complete my little flock, I eventually had another baby boy so precious and then the girl I’d waited for. A difficult task and finally she was born; I came close to dying but survived after four days. I saw the light in a tunnel, reached for it and thought; live. Your husband has to be there for the little ones so new and the older sons. So I lived and lived to raise a family expecting the older kids to grow and be so fine.
Not true. They didn’t do as they should; my husband died and I was alone. Truly alone. So that’s life. Determined to move on, meet someone knew, that;s what I did. We make a good pair, taking care of each other. Once in a while, things work out.
Thanks for listening. May your lives be happy and blessed.
Here they are, all four beauties. Two are off to college to place soccer, Angelina is recovering from a serious injury ; she’s on the mend, also a jock, and CR, the youngest, plays basketball; full of mischief. Don and I had a peaceful weekend in the pool. How lovely. Tony , Amy and his huge family met upstate for a yearly weekend camping trip. Ame said they had a full amazing kitchen set-up. What a fab weekend with the family. And we were peaceful at home in the sunshine. Again I say, how lovely. The girls look mighty happy, don’t they and now we are reaching toward the end of summer. What the heck! What will autumn bring, I wonder. I pray for peace on earth, let the cruelty end and all of us have respect for our president. Enough already. Show courtesy to each other and remember the Golden Rule. Here we have Gianna, Sabrina, Angelina and precious Rae Rae, what a beautiful bunch of girls and to think, they care for me as I care for all of them
I’m not whining, my friends. It just hit me a few days ago, I lost so much all because I fell and fell so hard that I still get concussions and vertigo and trouble walking and, and, and. What I’m expressing is a lot of grief. Me, the happy actor, the writer, always smiling has grief. Yes, I had grief when my first love died and I began again to carve out a new life but nothing like this. No, nothing like this.
Yes, people have incredible problems. I’ve always been the one to help and now I can’t drive so I’m home alone a lot as I write stories not as fine as before; nothing as good as before. Yesterday I spoke to my dear second husband and poured out my feelings. he didn’t have a clue I felt this way when he raced out the door to shop without asking me to come with him; go to the library with him, go for a walk with him. And now he knows how I feel.
And now you all know how I feel. Tonight was a treat. Daughter and grandest stopped by to lift hands and help granny straighten up a beautiful new office daughter bought for me. All new, fresh, beautiful colors. Was I busy raising all those children ignoring the beauty of our nice home. Clean, Yes. Beautiful, No because I was too busy being a mom and wife doing all the things mom’s do. Of course I battled cancer; no biggie and other surgeries but what the heck. It’s life.
I had to share this with you as another part of my memoir. The grief of losing a large part of me due to a fall.
My best to you all written with love, Charmaine
Tomorrow I’ll give you a taste of another book, one sure to please you.
The cell phone call forced Joan to wake. Her daughter, Shari, a Captain in the Army, calls to say, “Hi Mom, where’s Dad? I’ll be home in a few.” Overwhelmed with the sight of her daughter after 2 tours in Iraq, she flings open the door to find a pregnant daughter and a young man in a wheelchair. “This is Chris; we’re married. He was injured in a missile attack on the USS Cole and here we are on temporary leave. Where’s Dad?”
Excerpt: Shari tells all as Joan sets her up in the clean bedroom Shari left long ago. “Mom, I’m so sorry I didn’t get the call about Dad.” Tears flow; they hold each other. Through sniffles, Shari confides she met Chris at a party, foolish she had sex and now she’s pregnant but the good thing is the baby will have a father.” Exhausted, Shari falls asleep to leave a concerned Joan in charge with Chris on the downstairs couch, she cleans up with a muddled mind.
Early in the morning, the cell calls; Shari in tears says, “I need you, mom. Chris began bleeding; we called for an ambulance to take him to the Veteran’s Hospital nearby. Hurry before it’s too late, mom, he doesn’t look good.”
Dr. Rhee removes his mask and cap, a serious look on his face, “I’m sorry to say he’s gone although he struggled, fought the good fight to live but his time just ran out. You may see him and we will make arrangements for Arlington National and call you.”
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Folks, this is just the beginning of this new story. Next week things will brighten, I promise.
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