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When BoBo was living in Hawaii, he attended an all boys catholic high school. This throwback photo was one that his uncle sent to me. If my memory serves me correctly, I believe he kicked some booty in this x-country meet — even though he would tell you that he found running to be boring.
March Madness
March Madness has different meaning in my world. It’s a month of getting by: enduring the final days before Winter turns to Spring.
And although California Winters have not be as wet and cold as Winters else where, March holds a different kind of darkness for us.
The other day, YaYa reminded me that not only did his father die in March; my own father died in March too.
YaYa asked, “Isn’t this the month I always seem to get really sick in?” I replied, “Yes, it is. But let’s try to make this year different.”
childhood friends; life long memories
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My best friend throughout elementary school and I drifted away from each other by the time we hit high school. Although I haven’t seen her in about 25 years, the memories of all the fun and crazy stuff we did together sticks with me.
- Who was your childhood best friend?
- Are you still in contact with them?
- If not, what is one of the memories that sticks with you?
Photo Walk – Back in Time
Once upon a time, I was just learning how to shoot with a digital camera. My good buddy, Kurt took me under his wing so-to-speak and taught me all that I know.
This is one of the many photos we took during our lunchtime outings where we took our cameras and went out to shoot anything and everything.
I cannot be sure, but I think he took this photo
Way back…
Way back when I worked as a nurse, I worked in the Pediatric Intensive Care Unit (PICU). Friends and family thought I must be crazy to care for critically ill kids. They thought it would be too depressing.
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And certainly it was depressing on occasion. It’s never easy to see children so ill. But there was a sort of magic that happened caring for these kids. Perhaps because they didn’t know any better. These kids defied the odds and got better — most of the time.
This little gal was one of my favorite patients. We all fought over her but I was lucky enough to be one of her regular nurses for the time she spent with us.