Welcome to MamaBaer's Musings, a place where I will ramble on about life in general with a little of my own take on things. I'll be sure to add a lot of pics of the grankids because. . . well. . . I can.
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This is a work in progress. I think it will be fun.

Monday, July 15, 2019

I have started a new Blog and for some reason whan I sent a link it isn't found in a browser so If anyone wants to see about MAMABAER HITS THE ROAD, just click the view  my complete profile under the picture on the left near the bottom and it will list all my blogs. All two of them so far. Not sure if MamaBaer's Musings will continue but one never knows.

Saturday, April 6, 2019

So much has happened ...where do I start.

So much has happened ...where do I start.

The last blog was technically almost 5 years ago.  Even though it posted in 2017 as it sat for three years in draft status.

So here I am in April of 2019. Brief recap.

Phillip and I did fly home in September/October 2014. We landed in Boston and spent the night in Gloucester, Mass. Then drove through the small country towns of eastern Massachusetts and north toward Maine. We spent a day and night with my sister Anna and husband Skip in Palermo. The next day we headed toward Cape Cod Massachusetts and visited Plymouth and the Mayflower II. Then it was off to Little Rhody. Went by the old house in Portsmouth, stayed with sister Gretchen and Bob and played tourist in my hometown. It was a wonderful time away together and I will cherish it forever.

In February 2015, I was diagnosed with colon cancer. I had surgery and everything so far has been good. No chemo needed. Praise the Lord. To God be all the Glory.

I made another trip home in May of 2016 for Skip and Anna's 40th wedding anniversary, a surprise party given by Allison and Edward, their kids. It was so great to go home again.

On New Year's Eve, 2016. Phil had a heart attack and had a stent placed in his coronary artery on New Year's Day. He recovered wonderfully. Who would have known what an eventful year 2017 would be.

In March of 2017 Chris married Whitney Fernandez, a girl he met while working at a Christian summer camp a few years prior. He had moved in 2015 to Plainview, where Whitney was living and working and going to school at Wayland Baptist University.

In June 2017, Phil and I went to my 45th High School reunion with my Bestie, Gail. We rented a cute little house in Portsmouth for a week. It was great to see Gail again and get to revisit old stomping grounds. Phillip was an awesome chauffeur. Gail spent a day with an old friend from school so Phil and I toured the Breakers mansion. Of course we got to visit with my siblings and some of their kids and grandkids. I was so glad that Phillip went home with me again. We even flew first class as a treat.

Right before we left for our trip I totaled my cute little blue paid for Hyundai. I loved that little car. So when it came time to get the new one we used the insurance money and took some from saving to pay cash. What an awesome feeling not having a car payment.

Next trip (in the new car) was September 2017. We went to Plainview to visit Chris and Whitney and the Nichole and her bunch in Amarillo. It was our last trip together.

We both took off work on our Anniversary October 19 and went to the State Fair together. Something I don't think we had ever done except maybe once when Chris was little. We had an awesome day. Then we went to grandson Caden's freshman football game. It was the only time Phil ever made it to a high school game.

A week later, October 26, I came home from Caden's game and Phillip wasn't home. I called and called. No answer. Cari came over to help me. We made a police report. I had talked to him about 6:30 when I was on my way to the game. He was headed home. He never made it. Something happened that made him realize he had better pull over. He parked in a parking lot of a tire center just prior to where he would have got on the highway. There he sat for several hours until someone noticed and called 911. Cari and I were on our way to look for him along the route I figured he would have been on. Finally a police officer answered Phillip's phone. He had been found unresponsive and they were taking him to Baylor Hospital.  A CT revealed a massive brain hemorrhage. The next evening we removed him from life support as the doctors said there was no chance of recovery.  We buried him 2 days shy of his 65th birthday on October 31 which sadly was also Nichole's birthday.

That's all for Today. Next entry... dealing with it all.




Pony Rides for My Little Cowboys

Pony Rides for My Little Cowboys