hayno passed away yesterday. i was too emotional and upset to write about it and manuel encouraged me to not obsess and just go to sleep. i still don't know how to feel or what to do and am overwhelmed by all we've lost...but somehow i take comfort in knowing what a full life she had and feeling blessed i got to be a part of so much of it right up until the end...this first photo is sea (probably close to story's age now) not quite old enough to reach the doorbell...it seemed like she was that age forever...this next photo is fairly recent but always stands out in my mind as representative of the rituals we went through waiting at hayno's door bearing flowers or pictures or mail...she always took her time answering and then peeked through...i believe this is how story learned the concept of "peek"...
of course sea loved sharing cream puffs with hayno as i shared in my
post of things we will miss
and one of many just after sea picked "too many" flowers...
the bear charlie (her husband) left for her on their bed when he left on a long trip...i have many of sea playing with this bear...
hayno, who loved dolls (as a child and as an adult) and loved watching sea play with dolls...
just after story was born...
sleeping peacefully on her super soft pink sweater shirt (she wore this often)...
one of his very first smiles content in her arms...
more recent, sea sharing stories about her dollies...
a cake we baked her for her 90th birthday...i think they ate off most of the icing before it got cut...
sea loved to "bake" with hayno...she got her this outfit and baking supplies...
sitting still just long enough for a kiss (their kisses were usually so quick but for some reason sea held still and allowed hayno to snuggle with her)...
sharing their beloved popsicles as i wrote about in
this post...
i've been thinking about what i'd like to take of hayno's and really i am not attached to any of her things...i'm just so blessed she spent so much time with us over the years and so the only thing i can imagine wanting to at least photo copy is an old letter written in the 1800's...a poem, i believe about how really the only important thing you have in life is "time" and it was stashed in a secret compartment of a clock charles brought back from the war...here is story playing his game with hayno where she turned the hands and he counted with his fingers while the clock chimed...
and here is the clock...i'm choked up we have run out of time until we can be reunited in heaven but relishing in all the memories...
hayno passed away yesterday. i was too emotional and upset to write about it and manuel encouraged me to not obsess and just go to sleep. i still don't know how to feel or what to do and am overwhelmed by all we've lost...but somehow i take comfort in knowing what a full life she had and feeling blessed i got to be a part of so much of it right up until the end...this first photo is sea (probably close to story's age now) not quite old enough to reach the doorbell...it seemed like she was that age forever...this next photo is fairly recent but always stands out in my mind as representative of the rituals we went through waiting at hayno's door bearing flowers or pictures or mail...she always took her time answering and then peeked through...i believe this is how story learned the concept of "peek"...
of course sea loved sharing cream puffs with hayno as i shared in my post of things we will miss
and one of many just after sea picked "too many" flowers...
the bear charlie (her husband) left for her on their bed when he left on a long trip...i have many of sea playing with this bear...
hayno, who loved dolls (as a child and as an adult) and loved watching sea play with dolls...
just after story was born...
sleeping peacefully on her super soft pink sweater shirt (she wore this often)...
one of his very first smiles content in her arms...
more recent, sea sharing stories about her dollies...
a cake we baked her for her 90th birthday...i think they ate off most of the icing before it got cut...
sea loved to "bake" with hayno...she got her this outfit and baking supplies...
sitting still just long enough for a kiss (their kisses were usually so quick but for some reason sea held still and allowed hayno to snuggle with her)...
sharing their beloved popsicles as i wrote about in this post...
i've been thinking about what i'd like to take of hayno's and really i am not attached to any of her things...i'm just so blessed she spent so much time with us over the years and so the only thing i can imagine wanting to at least photo copy is an old letter written in the 1800's...a poem, i believe about how really the only important thing you have in life is "time" and it was stashed in a secret compartment of a clock charles brought back from the war...here is story playing his game with hayno where she turned the hands and he counted with his fingers while the clock chimed...
and here is the clock...i'm choked up we have run out of time until we can be reunited in heaven but relishing in all the memories...
I'm sorry to hear of her passing, but I'm so glad that you were able to be with her recently and that you loved having her in your life :)
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I loved reading your memories and seeing all the pictures. I'm so sorry for your loss but so glad you had someone so special in your world for a time. Much love!
ReplyDeleteMy condolences to all of you.
ReplyDeleteIt seems like the older we get, the more we have to deal with loved ones dying. I don't like it. It helps a little to remind myself that they are still in my heart.
My prayers to all of you.
the picture of story with hayno speaks volumes as to what a wonderful person she was. It is so true - time is all we really have and to spend some time with your dear friend was precious time...I hope you are doing OK xxoo
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