There’s an old African proverb that says, “It takes a village to raise a child.” And this past weekend at my daughter and future son-in-law’s couples’ wedding shower, I witnessed the beauty of that statement.
by Molly McBride, Kevin and Sarah McBride, Erin McBride, and Christopher McBride
My mom has always said that while we’re in Heaven, before we are born, we’re consciously looking for the parents and siblings we want, and that’s how we end up with the families that we’re in. Well, if that’s true, then I know my siblings and I count ourselves as EXTREMELY LUCKY!
Our mom has always been there for us… Over the years, she’s made sure that our clothes were always ironed, we had a cheering section at every sporting event, made every birthday cake by scratch, displayed our presents on Christmas morning in the way that makes you feel as if it’s the most beautiful place on earth, ensured we all attended Catholic school (regardless of how difficult it was financially) and above all, she made us feel as if we had the most loving, support system any child could have. And all she said she’s ever wanted for us is to be happy! On her birthday, I hope she knows how much she means to us and how much we love her for being our mom, our cheerleader, our friend and our “earth angel” all these years.
I love ya lots, Mom! Molly
Lucky, our special Miracle Dog, came into our life January 21, 2010 when we found him at the animal shelter. You see, we had moved to North Carolina and the time had come when we were settled in our new home and ready to find that “special” dog for our family. I believe that Divine guidance was in place from that moment on as we searched at several shelters, many web-sites, and than finding his picture on Petfinder and deciding to make the trip to the shelter 50 miles away to see if he was the right one.
When they brought out this sad, bedraggled, soiled and matted little guy with these big eyes, he stole our heart. His condition was such, due to being abandoned for 3-4 weeks by his previous owner and left to fend for himself before neighbors realized that no one was feeding or caring for him. He was picked up by the Humane Officer, who told us that he jumped right up in her truck when she found him….no need to capture this hungry, lonely, abandoned fella. He was than sitting in this over-crowded “shelter” facility, with only food and water provided, as he sat in his cage day in and day out for a month, waiting to find a new home, and three days from being put to “sleep.” Unfortunately, they had no money to examine and treat any conditions that had befallen him.
7.20.11, 11:00 -11:30 AM ET, Pattie Welek Hall welcomes award-winning journalist Catherine Underhill Fitzpatrick, author of “A Matter of Happenstance”- a four-generation family saga set in St. Louis, Chicago, and New Orleans from the Gilded Age to the rock ‘n roll Fifties. Catherine graduated from the University of Missouri-Columbia School of Journalism. In a 30-year career as a feature writer at the Hannibal Courier Post, the St. Louis Globe-Democrat, the Milwaukee Sentinel, and the Milwaukee Journal Sentinel, assignments have taken her from a neonatal hospital ward, to a Death Row cellblock, to a champagne garden party hosted by Ralph and Rikki Lauren. Listen here.
Today signals memories of the past - lengthy conversations, laughter, the comfort and joy of hearing your voice, and knowing you were just a phone call away. I know you are surrounded with all your heavenly friends and family, and together you are celebrating your remarkable journey on earth. Please know, I too am rejoicing you, yet wishing for one more Father’s Day… one more kiss… one more hug… one more magical moment with” you”- my friend, my hero, my Pop.
Thank you for being an integral part of my life’s journey, adding richness to every twist and turn, filling thousands of pages of my book with your guidance, support, compassion and sweet priceless Daddy love. Miss you Pop. Miss hearing you sing “Thank Heavens for Little Girls.” Miss you clutching my head in your infamous football hold, rocking me in your loving arms saying, “How’s my bird-dog?” Miss hearing your stories of the past: Navy Captain in World War II; Welek Fabrics – your need to stretch your wings, break loose from the past, and create your own destiny; digging up the neighbor’s tree late at night, replacing it with yours because his tree had a straight trunk and yours was crocked; memories of old friends who came and went, their impact on your life, the lessons you learned; sharing your “egg” story and the importance of keeping life simple; painting pictures of family memories – precious stories held captive in your heart; and so many more.
Miss seeing you in your rocker, gazing into nature, recharging your soul and giving thanks for the beauty of mother earth. Miss you watching your birds, and being drawn into your heart-felt wonder for God’s magnificent little creatures. Just like the birds, destined to fly, the time came for you to fluff your wings and take flight.
Miss you so much, Pop, but am grateful for a heart full of memories embossed with your name that I will always carry in my heart.
Happy Father’s Day…
Forever and Always,
Joy is a state of happiness. With everything currently happening in the world – wars, tsunamis, earthquakes… it feels like conversations are centered more on doom and gloom than on joy. A shift in consciousness can be created by showing up in our lives, and enjoying the simple pleasures our friends, family, community members, and animals have to offer.
I am blessed to live in a neighborhood filled with children. The main group, which I will call the “6 pack”, is constantly in my yard, telling me stories, and sharing their life experiences. They are so innocent, viewing life through kaleidoscopes filled with love, laughter, happiness, richness, beauty, and curiosity. Freedom is their playground. Living in the “now” is their dance. They are my joy teachers, awakening me to my child-like wonder.
Miss you, Bo Bo. Wish I could be with you on your special day. Holding you in my heart!
Hope you finally got your balloons. The wind drove the first round into a tall oak tree in the back yard, and there they remain as a reminder of your 30th. The second round dodged the trees, moved into open space, and sailed all the way to heaven.
Give hugs to the family and everyone else in heaven for me. So glad they are with you to make your day extra-ordinary… just like you.
Remember this Bo Bo, I have never stopped loving you. You’re my angel!
Love you forever and always,