In Loving Memory of My Father

Growing up my Father was larger than life! 

Strong, disciplined, man of few words, 

and always impeccably dressed.

We were not always close, possibly because we were both independent souls, strong willed and determined to make our own way in life (after all I was raised my grandmother - his mother- for the first 8 years of life). As the saying goes the apple usually doesn't fall far from the tree.

Growing up I often felt like an outsider among my family. After all my two siblings had my Father in their lives since birth. It wasn't until I came to Canada that I got to know my Father. My Father's work after I was born took him all over the world ~ there were cards, gifts, letters and rare visits. But no bedtime stories, or days at the park, or words of praise when I did good in school, in the early years when children and parents form that bond.

Like I said I was much like him, a rebel determined to make my own way in life, and that I did. 

As I sit here wrapped in my bathrobe ~ the one that use to be white [now pink, due to my instance on doing a load of laundry, shortly after my return home (post accident) ~ of course not remembering , one must sort whites from colours.] You see this bathrobe means the world to me, it is the last birthday gift my Father bought me [I was in the hospital still recovering December 2006] . As like most old school European Fathers, they rarely go and "shop" instead you get an envelope filled with money. That my Father actually went out and picked it out himself means the world to me and his action spoke the words, he often did not say out loud.

September 30th, 2007 you returned HOME

But not before I knew with all my heart how much you loved and were proud of me!

Thank you Dad, for willing me to keep going after my accident ~ without your love and strength, the last nine months of our lives together would not have been as joyous!

I MISS you more than words can describe and tears can show, but I know one day we will be united again. And you'll probably say to me ...  "What took you so long to learn your lessons and complete your purpose on earth?" then we'll plan a new set of lessons and purpose for the next time.

Random Give- Away Winners, and Writing Letters

Have you ever come across a letter written by your parents, grandparents or another family member ~ possibly written before you were even born. How amazing it must have been to learn a little more about their life, character, with each stroke of their pen; to understand perhaps what made them who they became.

Maybe you have come across a long forgotten letter written to you ~ by a childhood friend or a family member. The smiles, the tears, the laughter you must have re-lived, with each word you read. Unfortunately as more people turn to email, texting, face book and other electronic devices to communicate, the Art of Letter writing and the ability to reach back in time is fading. 

Last year I started hosting BlogLand Pen Pal (there were 65 plus participants) and now that the summer is over I'm hoping you will once again join in and help brighten someone's day by becoming a BlogLand Pen Pal. There is no cost or long term commitment (you exchange hand written letters, notes, with your Pen Pal - for as long or short a time as you both want); just email me at fallingoffahighheeledlife@gmail.com 

with BlogLand Pen Pal in the subject line.

Include...

~ Your postal address

~ if you have a Blog - please include it's site address

or say a little about yourself , so that we will match you with someone with similar interests.

~ When there is a pen pal match, an email with postal address will be sent to you (and them), 

the rest is up to the both of you.

RANDOM GIVE AWAY WINNERS

To Thank previous participants for their support with BlogLand Pen Pal and for helping to keep the Art of Letter Writing Alive... Congratulations to the lucky past participants:

Kathie ~ Hillbilly Debutante

Set of 8 Treasures by Shabby Chic note cards with envelopes and an ATTEATUDE and Chocolate mug, to hold her tea or coffee as she writes her letters and cards. 

Suburban Princess ~ The Life of a Suburban Princess

The 7 year pen, for years of card and letter writing, with a set of 6 Wishful Thinking cards and envelopes.

Colletta ~ Colletta's Kitchen Sink

A 16 month, Scriptures of Praise 2012 Calendar to keep track of special dates requiring a card or letter and set of 6 Wishful Thinking note cards and envelopes.

 Congratulations ladies, please email me your info and I will get your wonderful goodies out to you. 

Stay Calm Keep Writing!!

BlogLand Pen Pal will officially start the first week of October, looking forward to past and new participants joining in keeping the Art of Letter Writing alive. Please email your info by October 15th, 2011 if you wish to participate. Open to all around the world and you do not need to have a blog to participate.

Please spread the word by placing this NEW BlogLand Pen Pal button on your blog 

with a link back to  BLOGLAND PEN PALS (link is below)

http://attitudeivlife.blogspot.com/p/blogland-pen-pals.html

Don't miss a fabulous Give Away coming up this week to help Keep the Art of Letter Writing Alive!!

The Princess Wakes UP ... Once Upon a Time

This is the 4th instalment in the Once Upon a Time, a weekly series. 

To view previous instalments in this series click here.  

As the the Angels guided the princess's soul to be reunited with her human body, the knowledge she had gained of events that would or would not occur should she remain Home, was slowly being removed from her active memory. They would however, let her keep memories of her visit Home.

As she continued to sleep the princess, 

felt as if she was floating in a grande bed. Possibly this was at the time her soul connected with it's earthly body.

The feeling of floating was soon replaced with a feeling of pain, a throbbing head and voices. Why was she hearing people in her bedroom. That must have been some dinner party!

As the voices and the words became clearer to her, there was one that stood out from the rest, a very familiar voice. It was that of her sister's ....

Suddenly, the princess's eyes opened (had she not had them open already ~she thought~ as the light hurt her open eyes). The princess tried to lift her head , but it felt like it was being held down; her legs were not moving either; her arms felt like lead weights and something was preventing her from turning her neck. As she went to speak, she realized no sound was coming out. Not that it would have mattered the words floating in her head were making no sense any ways.

 As she felt her eye lids getting heavier ... she heard her sister say

" You have been in terrible accident, but you are going to be ok "....

What do you think will happen next? Will she remember what happen (Her trip Home or the accident)? What is holding her down, so she can't move?Tune in next week for a continuation ... of