My mom died on Valentines day on February 14, 1972. I was just 23 years old then. She was a simple, kind and gracious woman, full of love and understanding. She instilled a lifelong love of people in my life. She taught me to see the good in others, to be kind and patient, and to find that special "something" in each person that made them unique to me. I celebrate this Valentines day in honor of my mom and in love and honor of the special people who touch me so dearly./////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
My wife Ginger died just 5 months and 23 days ago. She was my ultimate romantic love. I lived to pleased Ginger. We shared a great love and a great life. Ginger loved making beautiful Valentines gifts of flowers and goodies which she would deliver to friends and family. She filled Valentines cards with little red heart confetti and sent them off to family. When they opened the card the dozens of tiny red hearts would fluttered to the carpet making the recipient smile at the mischievousness of their aunt, sister, grandma, or step-mom Ginger. The gift of giving is a gift to oneself and Ginger was the ultimate giver. It’s no wonder she had such great self esteem for she was good and honest and giving love to others every day of her life. It’s a great example that our “bucket” of love is unending. We always have more to give and plenty to go around.///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
My daughter Tami called me last night, to wish me Happy Valentines Day. She was baking cookies and wished she could send me some. I wished I were eating them here in my Tampa hotel room, but mostly I was proud that Tami was doing something nurturing for herself. She is doing so great and I am so proud of her.//////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
My son Derek called to offer to help me move. So kind of him. I think he might help save my back in the act of sorting and packing 28 years of “stuff”. We’ll be moving it from the beach to the desert in the coming weeks. Good Son! So proud.////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
My Cincinnati friend and business team associate Christy called me to wish me Happy Valentines. She told me funny stories and anecdotes about her life. I realized she was simply calling me out of the kindness and goodness of her heart, thinking of how difficult this day might be on me. To me, that takes a special person to think of someone else. I keep encouraging Christy to “write” because she is smart, fun and has such great stories. A great title for her next book could be “A Dole Life”. ( a “play” on the word Dole, as in “ A Dull Life”, of Christy Dole, whose life, to me, is anything but dull ) For instance yesterday, when she was done with work she went home to decompress from the stresses of the office. Once home she commandeered the kitchen, asked for quiet and silently, except for her IPod music of Metallica blasting in her head, began to furiously bake cupcakes. Then, after the baking of several dozen, she began to consume, one by one the cakes. Now, svelte Christy does not look like she is a cupcake addict, yet I have this vision of her burying her happy face in those mounds of iced little cakes. Later that night ( the night before Valentines Day) Christy happily went to sleep with visions of cupcakes and frosting dancing in her head, and probably not but a little icing left at the corners of her mouth. In the middle of the night her daughter, Gabby’s, cat "Tabatha", sat waiting to pounce, leaped from some high place above the bed, and landed on Christy’s sleeping face. As a startled Christy awoke the little Tabby, launched herself again, and with one claw planted squarely on Christy’s lower lip the cat barreled off the bed leaving a bewildered cupcake addict, now with a split, bleeding and rapidly swelling lower lip. By the time Valentines day morning arrived Christy presented herself to family and co-workers with the look of a recent Botox treatment gone bad. Happy Valentines Day, Christy. Thank you for making my day brighter!
Thursday, February 14, 2013
HAPPY VALENTINES 2013
My mom died on Valentines day on February 14, 1972. I was just 23 years old then. She was a simple, kind and gracious woman, full of love and understanding. She instilled a lifelong love of people in my life. She taught me to see the good in others, to be kind and patient, and to find that special "something" in each person that made them unique to me. I celebrate this Valentines day in honor of my mom and in love and honor of the special people who touch me so dearly./////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
My wife Ginger died just 5 months and 23 days ago. She was my ultimate romantic love. I lived to pleased Ginger. We shared a great love and a great life. Ginger loved making beautiful Valentines gifts of flowers and goodies which she would deliver to friends and family. She filled Valentines cards with little red heart confetti and sent them off to family. When they opened the card the dozens of tiny red hearts would fluttered to the carpet making the recipient smile at the mischievousness of their aunt, sister, grandma, or step-mom Ginger. The gift of giving is a gift to oneself and Ginger was the ultimate giver. It’s no wonder she had such great self esteem for she was good and honest and giving love to others every day of her life. It’s a great example that our “bucket” of love is unending. We always have more to give and plenty to go around.///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
My daughter Tami called me last night, to wish me Happy Valentines Day. She was baking cookies and wished she could send me some. I wished I were eating them here in my Tampa hotel room, but mostly I was proud that Tami was doing something nurturing for herself. She is doing so great and I am so proud of her.//////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
My son Derek called to offer to help me move. So kind of him. I think he might help save my back in the act of sorting and packing 28 years of “stuff”. We’ll be moving it from the beach to the desert in the coming weeks. Good Son! So proud.////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
My Cincinnati friend and business team associate Christy called me to wish me Happy Valentines. She told me funny stories and anecdotes about her life. I realized she was simply calling me out of the kindness and goodness of her heart, thinking of how difficult this day might be on me. To me, that takes a special person to think of someone else. I keep encouraging Christy to “write” because she is smart, fun and has such great stories. A great title for her next book could be “A Dole Life”. ( a “play” on the word Dole, as in “ A Dull Life”, of Christy Dole, whose life, to me, is anything but dull ) For instance yesterday, when she was done with work she went home to decompress from the stresses of the office. Once home she commandeered the kitchen, asked for quiet and silently, except for her IPod music of Metallica blasting in her head, began to furiously bake cupcakes. Then, after the baking of several dozen, she began to consume, one by one the cakes. Now, svelte Christy does not look like she is a cupcake addict, yet I have this vision of her burying her happy face in those mounds of iced little cakes. Later that night ( the night before Valentines Day) Christy happily went to sleep with visions of cupcakes and frosting dancing in her head, and probably not but a little icing left at the corners of her mouth. In the middle of the night her daughter, Gabby’s, cat "Tabatha", sat waiting to pounce, leaped from some high place above the bed, and landed on Christy’s sleeping face. As a startled Christy awoke the little Tabby, launched herself again, and with one claw planted squarely on Christy’s lower lip the cat barreled off the bed leaving a bewildered cupcake addict, now with a split, bleeding and rapidly swelling lower lip. By the time Valentines day morning arrived Christy presented herself to family and co-workers with the look of a recent Botox treatment gone bad. Happy Valentines Day, Christy. Thank you for making my day brighter!
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