Tribute to Patsy…

Tribute to Patsy…

I came across this on Oris George’s facebook page tonight, and had to share it:

The following comes from the heart.

So a few of my friends and family know of a very special person in my life, a friend I’ve had since I was literally Knee high to him. He’s always been that extra Grampa, Uncle, partner in crime, advisor, confidant, accomplice whatever I needed at the time. We today apparently he knew just how much I needed to ground myself.

Oris George
Oris & Patsy

Oris Reed (or as I lovingly refer to him as “Old Fart” forwarded an amazingly well written tribute to his angle saint of a wife written by his daughter Luanna Reed Rodham. Lovely tribute, made me all nostalgic reminding of days gone back.

It’s amazing how memories can ground you, how your entire outlook of the here and now can change with a memory. It’s also funny how my memories come with their own soundtrack. As I soaked in the memories next thing I knew I was belting out Randy Travis, Nitty Gritty Dirt Band, Diamond Rio etc with tears rolling down my cheeks.

I miss you Old Fart, thanks for thinking of me and sharing today… I really really needed that. For me you’ll still always Walk on Water .

Now back to blasting old country music before my appointments get here…..

The tribute from Luanna — 

I remember you, mom! I know that the Alzheimer’s/dementia has taken away those memories from you. But, I remember. I remember when we were little kids driving from Albuquerque to Colorado Springs and the sun would be shining in our eyes and you would put a blanket up in the window to keep the sun out. I remember when you made sugar cookies for my whole second grade class and wrote every single kids name on them. I remember when you would stay up to the wee hours of the morning on Easter Sunday finishing our homemade gorgeous Easter dresses. I remember you teaching me how to cook. I remember you watching me ride my bike and cheering me on. I remember you teaching me how to garden. I remember you came to every single basketball game and cheered me on no matter how bad I was. I remember you teaching me the gospel of Jesus Christ. I remember when you made my wedding dress. I remember when you came and helped with all three of my kids. I remember all the sacrifices you made for me. Don’t worry mom, I remember!

Marcia & Luanna
Marcia & Luanna
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