Gramma’s thoughts on Wasted Time, Growing older…

  •                “It is so sad,  you never get back wasted time.” (Benjamin Button)

      In my opinion, that’s  the last thing we should be thinking or worrying about as we get older..that is if we have gotten wiser along the way.

It’s true, sometimes our bodies let us down  a lot more often than they used to ;  that does not mean we aren’t  having experiences in the minds and bodies we develop.  The wider our worlds become, the more opportunities we can discover to live and learn and achieve and be happy as we move through the stages of our lives.

When I first started thinking about this, it seemed like a good idea.  Since then,I have gotten I want to apologize if I sound as if I think I know it all…please know that I do not, nor will I ever, know it all.   That said, I’ll share with you a few things I have learned as I’ve traveled this road toward old age.

Things I Know (NOW)

  1. Gratitude is essential.   I have found that being grateful for what I have doesn’t give me time to worry about what I don’t have.
  2. Don’t take life so seriously..laugh, laugh, laugh.  If you look for them, there are funny things everywhere!
  3. A smile is the best gift you can give.

Those are the 3 things that I thought of first…I want to assure you that I’m not selling anything and I’m not trying to get you  to join anything.

I have been sick..really sick..and when I got back on my feet, I was so grateful…I tried to learn and do everything that caught  my interest..and believe me, I am interested in EVERYTHING.

And..I have OPINIONS on just about everything!

These are what I want to share with you..maybe you will find that you have some of the same interests.  I will be glad to share links to  websites that I have found that give lessons on just about everything..

 Please share what you know now.  Opinions are great…respect those of others…it leads to peace and understanding ,



God Works Out The Details or Master Class in Loving



My friend Millie never ceases to surprise and amaze me with her unfailing enjoyment of life…the simplest things bring her the most joy.   When she is joyful,  she “bubbles” over with it ,  and I feel so blessed  to share the experience that has brought this joy to her.

She became a “gramma”  herself a short while ago.  She had not seen her son for several years and was not sure if she would be able to see the child before  leaving her body.  
She decided to discontinue treatment for a serious medical condition a month ago.   She  spoke to her son about this decision, and  it was then that God stepped in and took over their lives, beginning the process of healing this family.  (these are my words and my interpretation of  God’s role in the script of my friend’s life..).

I talked with her this weekend and this is what she told me about her recent visit with her son’s family.

Me: “”Did you see the baby?”

Millie: “Oh Yes!” “I held her..”  “..on my bosom..”  her voice became thick with remembering…and as she talked, I began to remember my own kids, and my grandkids, sleeping on my bosom.  She continued,” I could hear her breathing…”  she stopped speaking but I could feel the baby’s breath on my bare skin, smell the “milky, baby smell”  and feel the beat of the little heart….and for a few moments, Millie and I were wrapped in the same dream, the same experience, with each other and with every mother who ever held a  small figure on her bosom as the child slept. 

I will always believe that God was there with  us and had brought about the circumstances that allowed us to share those moments together, even though we were not present in the actual  the same time..God brought us together in a deep sharing,  for which I am so very  grateful.

I am so happy for my friend and her family.  I believe that when a soul is in the stream of God’s will, all things are possible.

Love,  gramma




Miss Daisy……..we formed a family of choice

Miss Daisy........we formed a family of choice

Ya’ gotta love that face!


We created a family.

Some families are formed  through   “Genetics”  giving us our family of birth.  Sometimes we get to form a family of “choice”….people not necessarily related to us by blood but by beliefs, experiences, ideals   and the things we love in life.   I say those families of choice are CREATED by us; Miss Daisy and I formed a family…our creation.

I want to share a poem I wrote when we were separated ..I was in the hospital and Daisy was in a cage at the ‘doggie doctor’s’….my heart was broken.


July  24, 2008

I lay down to sleep

I feel your head begin to settle

against my knee;

Your body snuggles closerand closer

 to my leg

as you relax.

You become lighter and lighter

And we start to float



Into our dreams


Together…at home.

(From baby Girl #1 by Flo Clark  07/08)

Sincerely, Gramma

Hello World #2

I want to introduce myself to you..I really am a “gramma” and I have a lot of thoughts and opinions on just about everything!!

I will tell you some “stuff” about myself as it drifts into my mind and other stuff as it becomes relevant.
I have seen a lot of places, but not nearly as many as I would like to have seen. I’ve read a lot of books, seen a lot of movies, taken a lot of classes, learned a LOT of lessons the hard way….pretty much the same story as most people.

I guess what makes me a little different from lots of folks is that I want to share some of these things with you and then learn from YOUR experiences. I have learned a lot from books and it is MY OPINION that the things I have learned from PEOPLE and ANIMALS  have been of the most value in my life.

Tonight I want to tell you about Daisy Mae..a wonderful dog friend who taught me some of the most important lessons about living and dying that I have ever learned.  She was strong, both physically and spiritually…and she was beautiful.  It may seem strange to refer to her spirituality; I guess I mean that she knew who she was, always, and she was true to the nature that she was born with.  She was a proud, smart, loving girl who was a faithful friend and companion.

She came into my life at a time when I had lost a dear friend to AIDS, and then my dog Bruno, a fine Doberman, had passed away, and I was afraid to love anybody else!

Daisy came home with my son one night…I had no idea what kind of dog she was, but my son had rescued her and she loved him dearly, so we kept her.  Sometimes God over-rides my silliness and gives me what I need whether I think I want it or not!   Daisy, it turned out, was a boxer/pit-bull mix, and she weighed 63 pounds.  She became, and remains,  the love of my “dog life”.

I had not heard of Cesar Milan, the Dog Whisperer, at that point and I certainly had no idea about how to be “Pack Leader”;  I didn’t even  know I needed to BE one!  Somewhere near my town is  dog trainer who probably does not remember the 2+ hours that she spent with us TRYING to stiffen my spine so I could handle Miss Daisy!  She has my gratitude and Hats Off for her effort;  and I want to tell her that I got the message and both Daisy and I had a long, happy life together.

There is MUCH more to this story and I will write it even if no one reads it, but I would love to hear your stories too.

Please drop me a line and let me know about yourself..I’d like to discuss stuff..and SHARE opinions..respectfully…

“grammaseyes” don’t wear rose-colored glasses, but one of the things that I have learned is that there is always something to be thankful for, every day, even if you have to look to find it…even if you have to REALLY look……





For My Guru I love You Ma


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