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Letter to Mom

Published February 5, 2017 by lynn k scott

Hi Mom!

Since Heaven isn’t on my cellular plan, this letter will have to do.  I know we haven’t spoken in some time, but a lot has been going on.  I’m sure you’re watching from above, but I’ll give you a quick recap anyway.

The time has come for me to gain another title.  It would seem your oldest grandson is going to make me a Grammie.  I still can’t see myself as a “grandma” and I was going to go with “Anya” as it’s Hungarian for “grandma” but I’ve settled on “Grammie”.  In just eight short weeks, my first grandchild will make her appearance.  If she’s anything like her father, she’ll be weeks late and we’ll see her in mid-April instead of the beginning of April.

Her name will be Katie Rose.  Tell Sis that her “Bubby” chose to name his first child after her (well her nickname, anyway).  Rose was chosen by his wife; a very special client of hers.  So my granddaughter will be named after some pretty inspiring women.

Katie would have made you a great-grandma and would have made Sis, a great-aunt.  The lil miss is excited to become an aunt.  I wish you were both here to share this special time with me.  I miss you very much.

Give each other a hug from me and some day (not too soon), I’ll give my hugs in person.

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Happy Birthday, Sis

Published August 30, 2015 by lynn k scott

Last night as I was drifting off to sleep, I reminded myself to wish my sister a Happy Birthday in the morning.  When I awoke, I had a “Hangout” (Google’s version of “chat”) message from a friend, who I originally met through my sister.

He was sweet enough to let me know he was thinking of my family today, as it’s my sister’s birthday.  I cried.  I wasn’t prepared to see that anyone else had remembered or that they would reach out to me before I mentioned it.  My sister, as much of a pain in the ass that she could be (as only her sister would know), truly touched the lives of many people.  It’s a great way to be remembered.

Her death was one of the reasons I stopped using my other Facebook page, which had a lot of military affiliations on it.  In fact, I didn’t use Facebook for several months.  It was no longer important.  Kathi was such a supporter of our vets and gave me such support while I supported active duty, it just didn’t seem right to continue on.  I couldn’t face her friends, whom I’d had become friends with.  It wasn’t the same without her; it still isn’t.

Par for the course, it just hit me how I coped today.  I couldn’t bring myself to do much of anything but sleep for the majority of this morning and afternoon. I did some chores and saw my family off for the evening. Everyone is gone from the house now, and it’s just me.  There’s not a whole lot on television tonight, so I was browsing Netflix.  I came across “Merlin”.  Sure, why not?  I’m not super into fantasy, but I’ve always liked that which surrounded Merlin and Camelot.

Cleaning up the kitchen, I smiled.  Kathi LOVED fantasy.  She was big into fairies, Lord of the Rings, Dungeons and Dragons, etc.  I’m no longer watching tv, but I am leaving the show on.  That’s our bond for tonight:  the Fantasy realm.

Happy Birthday, Sis!

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