Happy Birthday, Zachary

Today is my son Zachary's birthday.

What do you say to people when they ask, "Do you have any children? How old are they?" It is a hard question for me.

Zachary died June 18, 1993. He was 13 when he died. He was at a wilderness camp, and he had a heat stroke. The head counselor tried his best to get him to a hospital, driving while trying to do CPR on my son at the same time. He drove this way for two hours until they reached a town that had an ambulance. Then, it was over an hour until they reached a town with a hospital. By then he was in a coma, and he died shortly after.

Zachary was a good boy, a sweet boy, and my baby. I have a daughter who will be 32 this year. We never see each other, but that's a whole other story. I still love her, though.

So when people ask how many children I have, I tell them that I have two. Then, I hope that the subject can be changed before I have to go into all the rest of my story. Not that I don't want to talk about Zachary, but I'd rather talk about him with family who knew him and loved him.

I remember when I had to start using a cane. My daughter was embarrassed and wouldn't walk beside me or anywhere near me, so that no one knew we were together. Zachary didn't mind, though. He was able to accept the cane and just see me as his mom.

Sweetheart, I miss you and I love you. You will always be in my heart and still a part of me. Mom

Feeling Groovy

Yesterday, Arnie went to a Civil War gathering outside of Appomattox, VA, so Monty and I had the day to ourselves. I cleaned out one more of my little gardens and got the soil ready to plant in May. In the afternoon, I took Monty for a walk. It's a little hard on my own, but we managed. Then, we came home and I opened all the windows because it was 70 degrees. Finally, I opened an ice-cold beer, and sat and read while Monty took a nap.

Friday, we had Zipper over for the day. Zipper is a Saint Francis carreer-change dog. She was being fostered by Monty's foster family and hurt her leg, requiring surgery. That meant that she could never be a service dog. So, Kim adopted her. Monty and Zipper lived together for over a year while he was going through training. They get along great, still. We took them for a walk, played ball, and they chased each other around the yard. Since it worked so well, we're going to make it a regular thing.

I got a call from Nikki, the advertising director at SF. She said that since Arnie and I do so much for the organization, they want us to go to Putting on the Dog as their guests. This is the largest fundraiser SF has, and I was thrilled to be invited.

Today, I made Monty cookies, and then we took him for a walk. Cut it short though, because today it's 80 degrees without a breeze. Way to hot for me with MS and Monty in black fur to be out walking, not to mention Arnie who is just three weeks out from chemotherapy!

We have our lawnmower in the shop for repairs. The yard was looking awful, so Arnie asked our neighbor if I could borrow his riding mower. Ten minutes later, Jerry was out mowing our yard! I must point out that Jerry is two months out from a heart attack and open heart surgery, and two weeks out from hernia surgery. Amazing guy.

We had a wonderful Passover in NJ. Our son and one grandson flew in for the occasion. The weather was beautiful, and we all had a wonderful time. My BIL and SIL went with me to see Clash of the Titans in 3D. I loved it! It's been years since I've been to the movies!

My Daffodils are spent, but my tulips (see picture) are still beautiful. Our little Chinese Fern tree is covered in leaves. I worried about it surviving the winter, it's so small. I think all the snow we had acted as a ground saturation, and helped all the plants. Bye for now.