Confessions of a Grandma

I have to believe in angels watching over us and that those angels are the people who loved us during their time on earth. Yesterday I read blogs in the morning.  On GigiHawaii ,  I saw a link to the site for Leigh Ann Phillips , a new age sound healer.  I had been thinking when I woke up about what music to use at Mike's celebration of li on Saturday.  There was a review of Phillip's latest album,   Mik'ael, on that site.  Now, know that Mike would not willingly listen to more than three seconds of new age music, but when we did our advanced directives a few years ago, we talked about the fact that services after a death were for remembering the loved one and  for providing comfort to the family. " Mik'ael"?   Is it the comedian Jeff Foxworthy that says, "There's your sign!"? Later in the morning,  I had a call from a friend of Mike's from Minnesota.   I recognized the caller ID and assumed it was a condolence call, but as it h...

My friend Donna hosted a lovely Christmas lunch for eight of us 60 somethings and one delightfully well-behaved four year old.  I kick myself for forgetting to take my camera because her house was perfectly decorated.  It would be hard to spend an afternoon there and not feel in the Christmas spirit. Her house is always nicely decorated, but she goes all out for Christmas.  Her rooms are decorated according to themes.  So the Adirondack room has a tree with canoe ornaments and all the Santas are fishing or hunting in their L.L. Bean plaid togs.  Her Victorian room has a tree and angel decorations.  And so it goes.  All so tastefully done.  She is one artistic lady.  I can only marvel. Everybody got an angel. Now, this is an angel I found on a walk in the woods a few years ago.  I added a bit of decoration, but it was clearly an angel when I picked it up.  It even had a face. No, really!  It is too an angel!!