Thursday, September 17, 2015


Over this past weekend we went to the 80th birthday of one of Wes' dearest friends and mentors. It was a wonderful event. The party boy had mentioned some time ago that he had never ever had a birthday party. Well, he did this year...and a surprise one at that!

Family and friends from far and wide came to celebrate. Or so it seemed, for the most part. Unfortunately, this milestone event was taking place at the same time as the Colts game. The horror. (Note that this is said with complete sarcasm as I don't give a hoot about any sports). 

What was horrible was observing his sons and grandsons FROM OUT OF TOWN huddle at tables watching/keeping up with the game on their electronics and completely ignoring the guest of honor. 

Growing up, I was very close to both my grandparents and my great-grandparents. I loved them dearly and thoroughly enjoyed spending time with them. In fact, after getting my drivers license I went every single Sunday to hang out with my Great Grandfather. Not because someone told me to, but because I loved him and wanted to spend time with him because I knew his time was limited. So, I went, every week right up until I moved away to complete my internship in Dallas.  Even after moving, I always went to see him on trips home.  A wonderful blessing was getting to place my darling firstborn son in his arms. At just over 100 years old, he held Alex tenderly and gazed upon him while  saying, "hello there old chappie". 

Grandad passed away not long after that. I took great consolation in knowing that I always did the right thing by taking the time to see him and making sure he knew I loved him, I liked him and I respected him. 

So, Sunday my heart was saddened by the blatant disrespect shown by sons and grandsons. I desperately wanted to take those electronics away and tell them to STOP and pay attention to the one that gave them life and has always been there for them. It would likely have fallen on deaf ears. Some lame excuses would have been given. But at the end of the day, they were the losers. They missed out on a once in a lifetime opportunity.

Seems to be happening more and more and, of late on a closer to home level. I hate that. But we all know who the losers will be. 

Moral of the story, get off your high horse, get rid of distractions, put aside differences and cherish the ones that cherish you.  It may be your last chance. 

I'm on my way home to see my Daddy... I love you and can't wait to see you. 


  1. Well said Dina. The selfishness of people just floors me. I was taught to respect my elders. My grandma would have slapped me silly if I had ignored her over something so trivial.

  2. Sadly, this disrespect seems to be tolerated. I, myself, have been (and currently am) victim to such blatant disrespect. i know I am far from perfect, but do everything in my power to make sure that my family ALWAYS knows that they are loved and respected. I don't always agree with them, but that never gets in the way of the the love and respect.



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