Category Archives: Appreciation

For That I Am Thankful

By Darcie D. Sims

It doesn’t seem to get any better, but it doesn’t get any worse either
For that I am thankful
There are no more pictures to be taken, but there are memories to be cherished
For that I am thankful
There is a missing chair at the table, but the circle of family gathers close.
For that I am thankful
The turkey is smaller, but there is still stuffing.
For that, I am thankful.
The days are shorter, but the nights are softer.
For that, I am thankful.
The pain is still there, but it lasts only moments,
For that, I am thankful.
The calendar still turns, the holidays still appear and they still cost too much
And I am still here
For that I am thankful
The room is still empty, the soul still aches, but the heart remembers.
For that I am thankful.
The guests still come, the dishes pile up, but the dishwasher works.
For that I am thankful.
The name is still missing, the words still unspoken, but the silence is shared.
For that I am thankful.
The snow still falls, the sled still waits, and the spirit still wants to.
For that I am thankful.
The stillness remains, but the sadness is smaller.
For that I am thankful.
The moment is gone, but the love is forever.
For that I am blessed.
For that I am grateful….
Love was once (and still is) a part of my being…
For that I am living.
I am living…
For that I am thankful.
May your holidays be filled with reasons to be thankful. Having loved
And having been loved is perhaps the most wondrous reason of all.


Remembering Dad

If you have experienced the death of your father your relationship with him now can be one of love and memory. They are two gifts we are given when a death of a loved one occurs. Here’s some ways to honor and remember Dad:

  •             Go to dinner at his favorite place or cook his favorite meal.
  •             Have a special blessing and toast to him at a family meal.
  •             Buy a greeting card that has the words that are meaningful to you as you remember him.
    Place it somewhere that is special, by his picture, on your desk, by your favorite chair.
  •             Visit the grave or special place where you feel close to him.
  •             Donate to his favorite charity.



This is dedicated to those who have mothers that have died………bring the memories of your mother to this special day by remembering…. honoring the past.

And for those who have had a death of a child…while remembering and loving them… if you also have children that are still living…love and value them.


The young mother set her foot on the path of life. “Is this the long way?” she asked.And the guide said “Yes and the way is hard. You will be old before you reach the endbut the end will be better than the beginning.”

The young mother was happy; she would not believe that anything could be betterthan these years. So she played with her children, she fed them and bathed them, andtaught them how to tie their shoes and ride a bike and reminded them to feed the dog,do their homework and brush their teeth.

The sun shone on them, and the young Mother cried, “Nothing will ever be lovelier than this”. Then the nights came, and the storms and the path was sometimes dark, the children shook with fear and cold, and the mother drew them close and covered them with her arms, and the children said, “Mother, we are not afraid, for you are near, and no harm can come.”

And the morning came, and there was a hill ahead, and the children climbed and grew weary. The mother was weary too; but at all times she said to the children, “a little patience and we are there”. So the children climbed, and as they climbed they learned to weather the storms. And with this the mother gave them strength to face the world.

Year after year, she showed them compassion, understanding, hope and unconditional love. And when they reached the top they said, “Mother, we would not have done it without you.”

The days, weeks, months and years went on and the mother grew old and she became little and bent. But her children were tall and strong, and walked with courage. The mother looked down at night, looked up at the stars and said “this is a better day than the last, for my children have learned so much and are now passing these traits to their children.” And when the way became rough for her, they lifted her and gave her their strength, just as she had given them hers.

One day they came to a hill, and beyond the hill they could see a shining road and golden gates flung wide. And mother said:”I have reached the end of my journey. And now I know the end is better then the beginning for my children can walk with dignity and pride, with their heads held high, so can their children after them.” And the children said, “You will always walk with us, Mother, even when you have gone through the gates.”

And they stood and watched her as she went on alone, and the gates closed after her; they said “We cannot see her, but she is with us still. A mother like ours is more than a memory. She is a living presence.”

Your mother is always with you. She’s the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street, she’s the smell of certain foods you remember, flowers you pick and perfume that she wore, she’s the cool hand on your brow when you’re not feeling well, she’s your breath in the air on a cold winter’s day. She’s the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep, the colors of a rainbow, she is Christmas morning.

Your mother lives inside your laughter. She’s crystallized in every tear drop. A mother shows every emotion. Happiness, sadness, fear, jealousy, love hate, anger helplessness, joy, sorrow and all the while hoping and praying you will only know the good feelings in life. She’s the place you came from, your first home, and she’s the map you follow with every step you take. She’s your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy, but nothing on earth can separate you…..

Not time, not space…..not even death!   Remember, love and cherish her.