What is wrong with our neighbour to the south?
Why are they allowing the threats to the world to prevail?
Iran and its people have a right to existence.
I always think of the children in the world.
Children should not face war.
I can only do what I can in my area of the world.
Pray for peace.
#reflectivethoughtsbybarbara#barbaradimambro#geopoliticalsituationjustkeepsgettingworse#prayforpeace#canadaneedstostandtallandbeitsownnation
Celebrating Easter with family.
A festive dinner.
April is here. Birthdays in my family.
Easter to celebrate.
Hopefully will resolve some personal matters.
Some of my fence is down.
TV has some issues and may need a new one.
But life is good.
How is your April starting?
#April#easter#aprilbirthdays#reflectivethoughtsbybarbara#barbaradimambro
Grief does not have a time limit.
Your loved one will always be missed.
The initial intensity goes away. Grief just changes direction.
It comes up with a song, a memory, a favourite day.
Missing someone who was loved is lifelong.
So remembering all the little things about Adolph is okay. And giving a kiss to his plaque in the park is okay.
#griefchangesdirection#reflectivethoughtsbybarbara#barbaradimambro
I was walking as much as I could over the winter. But boots and slippery sidewalks or roads did not appeal to me.
So this morning I started my Spring walking. 30 minutes up the hill around the library through the park then along the road back to my house.
The birds were singing.
The field is flattened from the weight of the winter snow.
Not many people, just those walking their dogs that I go out of my way to avoid.
Adolph's plaque survived the winter and still on the bench.
I always give it a little kiss. I know- I am lame.
The ground is so brown but there is hope being spring that the world will liven up again.
Oh, those walks. Good exercise but better for the soul.
#reflectivethoughtsbybarbara#barbaradimambro#morningwalks#plaqueinthepark#thebirdsweresinging
Okay two grandchildren went with me to lunch at Wimpys in Aurora.
It is an old fashioned diner.
A junk box on the table. Pictures from the 50s era with relevant music playing.
Waving to Nana, thanks for our lunch and time together.
#reflectivethoughtsbybarbara#barbaradimambro#wimpysinaurora#50sstylediner#eatingoutwiththegrandchildren
