Susan

Years ago my fathers youngest sister had a beautiful baby girl. She was cute, charming and a little sweetheart, the apple of her father’s eye!

My brother and I, along with other cousins, would tease her older brother that he would have to take her to school with no hair. It took a spell before her beautiful blond hair took root and became the shimmering glow surrounding her face. Back then, her mom would pull it straight up and tie a little ribbon around the few strands; eventually the ribbon would be lost.

She was a decade younger than I, so she would follow us around, making a nuisance of her little self. We said we minded but not really. Everyone would always comment on how cute she was; her clothes were always the best and I think, as the youngest of the grandchildren on my father’s side, the favorite of everyone in the family. Was she spoiled? The answer would be: Just how much :).

She has two beautiful daughters and a beautiful granddaughter and a handsome grandson. o Her oldest daughter looks exactly like her, a compliment to the oldest daughter. Her youngest daughter looks like her as well, however, there is a likeness to her mom and to me, because I favor my dad and her mom, his sister. This is a compliment to the youngest daughter as well, because Susan’s mom was pretty and funny with a quick sense of intelligence and wisdom. Not that you ever knew for certain what she was thinking.

Susan was unfortunate in love; the first husband died; the second husband died and the third husband died. I use to think that divorce was like death. When examining our separate lives, I now understand the difference. Death is a definite closure; divorce is closure without the finality which death brings. With divorce there are graduations, weddings, grandchildren….all to share. With death, these special moments cannot be shared no matter how strained the situation. The children have both parents.

She doesn’t complain; she is bright, funny and loved by¬† many…those who know her best; we talk often and I still pick on her at times; she is family and one I can count on to give me her honest opinion, good or bad..a give and take that is unusual between cousins at this age; we have become much closer in later life than the life we lived in the “between” worlds of raising children, losing husbands and then parents and for me, siblings.

She shares this birthday with my grandfather, Pop Luther, the gentleman with the lovely white hair and bright blue eyes until the end of his life; cancer wreaked havoc; he never had any treatment and died with kidney failure at the ripe old age of 87. Pop Luther farmed. The one memory that keeps coming back to me is seeing him in his favorite rocker leaning forward toward the smoldering fire. His dresser was used by my father and now it is one of my proud possessions. (in the background left)

Two birthdays…two “keepers”….

Happy Birthday, Susan!

Remembering a proud grandfather…

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18 Responses to Susan

  1. nuvofelt says:

    What a lovely post about a special lady

    Happy Birthday Susa

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  2. Ah, Nuvofelt, thank you for commenting. You lead such a busy life. I appreciate the time you spent to comment. Thank you.

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  3. Bobby Kates says:

    Good morning my dear Linda.
    Is that the dresser in the guest bedroom?
    So is Susan still with us?

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  4. Thanks for the peek into your family. :)

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  5. Anonymous says:

    Wow, thank you! I am boo hooing. Is that really me you are describing?

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  6. Caddo Veil says:

    Wow–beautiful and moving. Life and love are such funny things–sometimes, but Not Really. Thanks so much for sharing Linda–and I love the photos, by the way. God bless you today.

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    • Caddo, thank you. Life can always surprise us. I like to say “Life Happens”….we can make plans, have dreams and life happens.

      Keep up the lovely verse on your blog. I so enjoy them and than you for the blessings you always send my way.

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  7. cool feline says:

    What a lovely post about Susan, and I smiled at the ‘anonymous’ comment :)
    She sounds like such a sunny, likeable person … Widowed three times!!! That’s terrible.

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    • Thank you Rebekah, she is just that. She has been my annoymous poster all along. Lives in a really great place, Maggie Valley, NC. You and Gerry should check it out…at least by computer….if not in person.

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  8. Wanda "Baby Hippie" says:

    Never fortunate enough to meet her in person, but so thrilled to be getting to know her now! The connection you both link me to in the past brings back memories that had begun to fade…Until you describe them so well. The facial features, the blueness of their eyes. Pop Luther’s pose in the rocking chair…leaning forward towards that fire. Poking it with careful and determined movements. And memories of his end time. It was so scary to me as a child, not really understanding what was happening. Just that he no longer got up or had any interactions with me, or anyone really. I didn’t realize Susan and Pop Luther shared a birthday! Sending Susan a birthday wish on the wind, and Pop Luther one on a prayer :)

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    • Oh, Wanda, how lovely to see you here! Susan is and has always been Susan; the pretty little girl with golden hair; familiar with death early on; yet sunny and funny. Of course, there are always things we keep hidden.
      Pop Luther was such a gentleman; whether coming in from the fields or sitting on the porch, by the fire; a man of few words that I recall. Mother took care of him at home until the end.

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  10. Kathy says:

    What a lovely tribute to your Susan. Three husbands died? Oh dear woman… I am glad that you brought a little sunshine into her day with your love for her.

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