Hidden family

It has been a whirlwind of a weekend.

It started with a call from my mother, letting me know that she had just called 911 for my dad. He's going to be okay, thank God. And even better, the incident that brought him to the hospital led to them finding another underlying condition that they were able to address with surgery today. Quite a blessing in disguise.

In the meantime, my niece turned nine. I was there at her birth, and its been amazing watching her grow into a young woman. She is lovely and quirky and so self-assured. It is possible she may rule the world, someday.

My brother, sister-in-law and nephews came up for the weekend. My oldest nephew is almost taller than me, at age 10. Wow!

And my sister-in-law has graciously been digging through our family history to build us a tree. I love seeing the old marriage documents, particularly from family that left Eastern Europe and landed in England and changed names and spellings, compounded by sloppy census counters. But the results! Cousins, second cousins. People who have these oddly familiar faces, that I've never met. And more red heads, which make me smile. I look forward to the wonders of Facebook and meeting them, someday.

I'm not sure how the summer is almost over, but time keeps on tickin'...

Thought I heard you talking softly

This came up on my Pandora a few days ago. It's always been one of my favorite Duran Duran songs. And I'm sure I've listened to it a hundred times. But that's the most amazing thing about music - even if you've heard it before, you hear something new in it each time.

And as I try to make my way

To the ordinary world

I will learn to survive

Out

I added Sarah's photo to the mantel this morning. It was time for her to stop hiding in the drawer.