April 8, 1940 ~ February 13, 2007

Dear Dad,

Thank you for loving me into being.

Today it has been four years ~ and although it has been one of the most emotionally difficult weeks of grieving since your death, in so many other ways, in particular, recently more than ever before, 

I have felt your presence supporting me.

I especially love the moments when I sense so strongly, 

your hand upon my shoulder!

I love you, Dad

kimberly

Isn't it ironic, when you're all growed up, life gives you your beginnings

Singing out a Happy Birthday to our Sterrs-among-Sterrs Father's,
Nicholas Appel - Sterrs!


Nicholas may not be barcalounging, sleeping through any night soon, going to work with anything less than the smell of talc and tooshy on his tie...but DAMN, take one look at the genetic genius the God 's have bestowed ...

Yes, all is RIGHT with your future gifts to the beauty, grace, and survival of the planet (Reagan can see to this single-handedly;)  BUT isn't there a lustful Daddy wish in your heart?
Like a Perkins Pancake Sunday Brunch?  Or a cave dwelling where a man can scratch privately (his lottery tickets!)

Nick, from the looks of it, you have it all...for now...until ...Well, let' us just keep you in bliss for a bit longer.

May you get to sleep in Happy Birthday, Nicholas!

Happy Birthday, Mom!

Friday, February 11th is my beautiful mother's birthday. 

The following is a hint as to where, how, and with whom 

she'll be spending her day...

A Day of Relaxation & Pampering at Cloud 9 Spa

The fine print reads ~

Arriving at 9:30am

Betty will have a Warm Stone Facial

followed by Lunch ~ delivered to the Spa Dining Area

at 12 noon

Betty & Kim will enjoy Manicures 

Happy Birthday to Mom

& 

Happy Belated Birthday to Me

(am using gift certificates given to me last March for my birthday ~ from my husband!)

sigh

Dragonfly

this may be grief
it sure walks and talks like pissed off rage
but this may be grief.
and of all days the hospice newsletter has me by the throat - trying to choke out anything, anything at all related to .... related to ... sigh. 
oh, again with all the sighing.
i'm beaten and mad and sad and i miss my dad....and my aunt connie

damn it...
my beautiful dragonfly flew in bearing grief on its wings.