Monday, December 27, 2010
Goodbye Sweet Ruby Sue
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
RIP Dear Dean I love you!
I have had so many unbelievable, life-changing miracles in my life that I am losing count. Because of these miracles, my faith is very strong. However, like Melody Ross mentioned in her recent blog post, sometimes you don't even realize you may have experienced a miracle until you take time to analyze the situation.
My most recent miracle came last week when my stepfather passed away unexpectedly. My mom and Dean have been together for more than 25 years and live in Northern California. He had surgery on Monday for a blocked artery in his pelvic area. He did fine in the surgery but afterwards, his blood pressure was low and his heart beat was irregular. Then the next day, his kidneys failed and his other organs began to shut down. Doctors did not know why other than to say he was a very sick man. On Wednesday morning he passed away with my mother and his son at his side.
He was a wonderful, sweet, gentle, very intelligent, lovely man who had been taking great care of my mother for many years, but most especially in recent years after the physical problems she has endured. The amount of care that he gave her was unmatched by anything I had ever witnessed. His unexpected death has left us reeling and unsure of the future for my mom.
The night before his surgery, I asked my mom to tell him that I love him and that I wished him good luck on his surgery. I told her that I didn’t want to make him come to the phone. She said, “I think you should speak to him.” (Maybe it was her unconscious premonition!)
I did speak to him and we talked for about 20 minutes and then we both said, “I love you.” That was the last thing my step dad and I said to each other. What a blessing for me…a gift from God.
As I thought about this, I realized that I have had three fathers in my life that I truly loved. Strangely, I received miracles at each of their deaths.
My previous stepfather who my mom was married to for more than 25 years was diagnosed with renal cancer and given six months to live. The day after receiving this information, I was in a major car accident. It was truly a miracle in itself that I lived. I was physically very broken and went through more than a year of operations and recovery. Because of this, I was not able to work.
During the last six months of my step dad’s life, I was able to spend a lot of time with him…time that I would not have had if I had been working. I was at his side when he took his last breath. I was positive of his love for me and mine for him. I had no guilt when he passed. I only had faith.
I know it may see odd that I would think of a car accident that I still, to this day, physically suffer from, as a miracle in my life. But it’s the only explanation I have for the love that I was able to share with my step dad in his last days. To be able to kiss him and tell him, “I love you” right before he passed was such a gift to me…one that I will always appreciate.
My biological father died when I was in my 30’s. My mother had been married to him for ten years and my stepmother was married to him a year after the divorce until he died. I hadn’t seen him for about a year. Out of the blue, my step mom called me because she was worried about him. I went over to see him and he was sitting in a chair. I could tell he was sick and maybe not sure of who I was…I thought. I went to him and held his face in my hands and kissed him on the cheek and said, “I love you daddy.” He said, “I love you too Kat.” Three days later, he died in his sleep. Oh my Heaven, that was such a gift from God. I didn’t even know he was sick and I hadn’t seen him in so long…because of a disagreement and pride. As soon as my step mom called me and told me he had passed I knew what God had done for me and for him.
My father had been an attorney in San Diego for more than forty years. Several weeks after his passing, my family was having a life celebration for him. I happened to be in court on that day on a financial situation. I had my four-year old daughter with me because we were going to go to grandpa’s funeral after we took care of the court business. It started to get late and I wasn’t being called. I went over to my lawyer and explained who my dad was and what the situation was and that I might need to leave. He knew my dad and was stunned that he had passed away. He spoke to the judge. The next thing I knew it was my turn before the judge. Turns out he knew my dad also. As my little girl and I stood hand in hand before him, he literally gave my dad a eulogy right there in the court room. Other lawyers and clerks had come into the courtroom and were standing along the wall beside and behind the bench. Some were crying. The judge discussed my dad for about ten minutes. He talked about my dad’s expert contribution to law and how respected he was and much he had actually taught the court. The judge honored my father in a way that I would have missed all together had I not been in the right place at the right time. No one wants to be in court, but if I hadn't been there, and if I hadn't been there on that day, I would not have received that unbelievable moment in my life that meant more to me than I can ever express. A miracle for me! I was in shock. I floated out of that court room in God’s arms.
While I have lost all three of my father figures and while our relationships were not always blissful, I am happy to have had them in my life and I am blessed to have loved them and to have been loved by them. And I thank God for His unwavering guidance.
Thanks to Melody for inspiring to write this article about my own life experience and to take the time to realize the miracle.
Friday, October 22, 2010
I Have Wonderful News!
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Beading
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
BirthWeek
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Mermaids and Other Wonders

Thursday, December 31, 2009
A Month At A Glance







It was my anniversary this month so my hubby and I spent three days totally enmeshed with each other. It was so fun and sweet and intimate and loving and fun!!! I am the luckiest girl in the world to have such an awesome man.Saturday, October 10, 2009
In Loving Memory
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Uncle Harry

Hays Jr., Harry*
HAYS Jr., HARRY A. "The Last of the Savoy Players" Harry A. Hays Jr., age 98, a resident of San Diego since July 4, 1925, and a 1928 graduate of San Diego High School, died April 7, 2009, at Brighton Gardens in Carmel Valley. Mr. Hays arrived here with his parents, Harry A. Hays Sr. and Ruby Kisman Hays, to join the cast of the well-remembered and much loved Savoy Players, a local theatrical stock company. His first performance at age 15, was as Joey Shanks in "The Copperhead" followed by many hits such as "Pigs" and "Unusual Weather." Mr. Hays was the first baby in arms to be permitted aboard the "Cotton Blossom" river boat made famous by Edna Ferber in her book Show Boat. After the river boat tour, the Hays family trouped through Louisiana, Texas, and California on what was known as a tent show called "Murphy's Comedians." Harry often told the story of jumping from one town to another in his father's touring sedan with his mom and dad in the front seat, his grandmother with seven canaries in cages, and himself in the back seat, and opening the door to let "Topsy" his pony in to stand in front of his grandmother and himself! His longest stay in any one town was 56 weeks in Sacramento, where his father invested in a theater which burned down. Other than that, his early years were spent in one or two week stands, sleeping in his dad's trunk, living in hotels and rooming houses. Mr. Hays was affiliated with the Delta Sigma Fraternity, holding every office including three consecutive terms as President. He was fundamental in reviving the chapter quarterly luncheon meetings and was awarded the honor of President "ad infinitum." He was also chairman of his 50th, 60th, and 65th high school reunions, all very successful. On December 7, 1942, during World War II, Mr. Hays enlisted in the Navy serving on Guadalcanal and returning to the San Francisco area before being discharged. Since 1957, he had been associated with the steel industry. Harry is survived by his son Daniel who lives in Carmel Valley, his daughter Melissa who lives in Mendocino, his sister Mary of McKinleyville, CA, and six grandchildren. Mrs. Olive Hays, his wife of 45 years, passed away in June, 1984. Mr. Hays' ashes will be interred at Fort Rosecrans National Cemetery.
Published in the San Diego Union-Tribune on 4/12/2009
Saturday, April 4, 2009
March Was a Fun Filled Month
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Pismo Beach




Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Mother's Day Album 2008
Monday, May 5, 2008
Ok, Not That Size Anymore...Go Up!
First thing on my list when I get home is to lose that 15 lbs AGAIN. I much prefer the way I felt then. I felt prettier and much stronger.
OK, so how did I let this happen? Total slip! Started eating cereal, milk and bread again. It started in December when I made that batch of cookies for the cookie exchange, then it just escalated from there. I completely stopped counting points, writing down what I eat. I even stopped walking for a while. Since Christmas, I put 10 lbs. on, then since Gary got sick, I gained the other 5 lbs. Needed that cereal bad...total comfort food.
Since I must end this note to myself on a good note, thank goodness I didn't gain the entire 30 lbs. back. I did manage to put together a couple of outfits for my trip. I still have some cute clothes in my closet for when I do lose that 15 lbs. I've started walking again and am enjoying it. I'm getting those niggling thoughts in my mind about the desire to feel better. Those thoughts are what help me get motivated. When I get that motivated feeling, I'm good to go. I'm feeling pretty good about this. Oh, and I'm remembering that, for me, abstinence is the key...no more cereal and milk...yeek, yucky, gone, out, ptuey...no more.
I won a kit from http://lialuvsblythes.blogspot.com/
I feel kind of like a kid who knows she's going to get a present. It's so fun. I'll have a package to look forward to opening when I get home from my mom's. Then I'll have fun with new scrapbooking things to play with.
Thanks again Lia.
xokat
P.S. Not more than 15 minutes after I wrote this, my sweet sweet husband walked into the house and handed me a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup...KING SIZE...there are four of them here. Oh God, puleeze help me.
Friday, April 25, 2008
In Memory of GC
My Honey doesn't cry often, but today he couldn't hold it in, or maybe he didn't want to. Off and on all day, his emotions have gotten the best of him. Just now we shared a moment hugging and crying together. I thought he went to bed, but I can hear him in the bedroom right now sobbing mournfully and praying. Simply crying out loud from grief. I don't want to go in there because I know him and he needs to talk to God right now in private. I know he needs to cry and grieve. I myself cried hard all the way home today, then promptly took a pill and went to bed.
Our day started out going to the neurologist for my spinning...dizzy spells, vertigo, what ever you want to call it. Three different Doctors in nine days. No one knows what causes it nor do they know how to get rid of it. So, as long as I don't move my head or body, I'm fine. I have a CT Scan scheduled for next week.
After the Dr. appointment we drove over to MB & G's house as we planned yesterday. No one was home. I looked in every room and no one, including G, who was almost completely paralyzed from his stroke, was home. There was a huge amount of black stuff on G's bed. I mean a lot of it. I honestly didn't know how or what to think about that so I pushed it out of my mind. Honey didn't see it. I immediately called MB and she explained that when she woke up and saw the black stuff, she determined it was coming from his nose and mouth and immediately called 911. A fire truck, an ambulance, and four squad cars came within minutes. After, what can only be described as an interrogation of MB and her brother, D, did they finally take G to Alvarado. Then transferred him to Kaiser to the comfort ward.
By the time Honey and I got to the hospital, G was not conscious and he was struggling with breathing. We tried to wake him, but he was definitely in a coma. When MB asked the doctor, "How long?" the Doctor told us HOURS! G was gurgling everywhere in his body, which is a very distinct sound. Some refer to this sound as the Death Rattle. He was immediately put on a Morphine Drip and he never did regain conscious. He died approximately 8:00 p.m. on Friday, April 25, 2008, at the age of 58, from complications from advance diabetes and at least 2 severe strokes. He may have had a 3rd last night, but there was no point in doing tests
The weeks after his second stroke, he went to a convalescent home for physical therapy. He did not progress and in fact was uncooperative and absolutely hated it there, thereby make the nurses lives hellacious. He begged MB to let him come home and when the Dr. said there was nothing more they could do, he went home. MB had prepared a nice bedroom for him, including a hospital bed, a spiffy wheel chair, and a harness lift. Turns out MB and D bit off more than they were prepared for. G was simply in too much pain and nothing one could do for him helped, including a ton of meds. None of them were getting any sleep because he demanded to be move, or rubbed, or given a drink of water, or you name it. It was constant and required 24/7 attendance to his needs.
It's God's time for him. He was so tortured in his heart and soul. His entire body was in excruciating pain and he was unable to sleep. The ton of meds. seemed to have no effect on his pain and muscle spasms. Nothing was working.
When we were at the hospital, Honey, MB, her Mom and Brother and myself stood around his bed and prayed for Peace for him. We prayed that God would take him soon and peacefully. And that is exactly what happened.
MB kept telling me what a good day they had yesterday. He wasn't struggling as much as usual and they were able to talk about things. He seemed comfortable to an extent. Last night he wanted to converse, he was in good spirits and he appeared have his best night in ages in-so-far as sleep. He seemed to be adjusting to his meds. and MB was very encouraged until she checked on him this morning and discovered the huge amount of black guck.
I'm afraid I may be rambling, but I must.
He spoke to Honey last night. He always asks Honey about me, but last night he told Honey to tell me that he loves me. For me that was little gift from God. We were like fighting siblings together. He was very witty and we could laugh, play and have fun, but boy could we push each other's buttons. To be totally honest, there were times when I just simply didn't like him because of his meanness to MB. But, I've always thought of him as family and I've always loved him. He's Uncle G after all.
I am very sad, because he's gone. I have never known an interesting character like him and most likely never will. He was one of the most unique individuals in my life and I honestly feel blessed to have had him in my life. There will never be another like him.
Thank you God for helping D with the words to save G from and eternity of hell. Thank you for giving him the opportunity to talk to G and to let him know what he had to do to be saved. Thank you for giving us the peace of knowing that he is meeting Butchy, his beloved dog, at the gates of Heaven. Thank you God for your Grace. Thank you for taking him Home. I know his pain is gone. His torment is gone. Thank you for hearing our prayers. Thank you for allowing us to share in his life. Thank you for taking him gently and peacefully. We know it happens in your time and thank you for allowing us the privilege of his presence in our lives. We know you have important work for him now. Thank you Lord, for his unique friendship and love. In Jesus name. Amen
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Another HAPPY BIRTHDAY
I love you, darling boy and can't wait to see you soon.
Love Auntie Kat
HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY
I hope you have a fun, exciting, special Birthday and that your are with people that you love. You know, as your Auntie P would say, your cheerleaders.
I know you can feel the giant HUG that my arms are putting around you right now. Can you feel the squeeze?
God Bless you my sweet. You are and have always been in his hands.
Love Mom
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
My Need to Release
Lord, I pray that you have mercy on this man. If he is to continue to live, help him to get stronger. I reminded him today that you will never leave him and I was encouraged to know that he is talking to you daily. Give him the will to work on his physical therapy daily.
And, Lord, help me to know how I can be of the most help. Use me God to help him and to help MB. Thank you for opening my mind to where you may need me. In Jesus holy name, I pray. Amen
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Scrapbooking a Mini Album for ORG
This is actually the first mini album that I've done on my own. All the other mini albums I've made were made in classes that I took from the designer's of the albums we were creating. I'm kinda proud of this one especially since it's for my little one year old niece. Since I've gotten into the mini album side of scrapbooking, I haven't been working on pages. I have an exhaustive amount of pictures that I would love to turn into scrapbook pages someday. Anyway, here's a slide show of this cute little album.
Friday, April 4, 2008
Ruby Sue
Let me introduce you to my oldest furry daughter, Ruby Sue. Ruby is usually very furry, but we shave her during the summer as in the picture. This old girl is 14 years young and still dancing like she belongs in a circus. She's a border collie/shepherd mix. She is a good girl and has always been the ideal family pet. She loves us beyond unconditionally. Even in her old age and with her hearing failing, she still watches over us as though her own life depends on it. She completely tolerates Peggy Sue Pugster who demands to dominate her. Yeah right! And, the cats...they are a wonderful source of exercise for her. Being the working dog that she is, she spends a few minutes each day rounding them up into corners of the house and then licking them. Poor kitties aren't crazy about this little routine, but seem to take it in stride. Ruby finds great joy in her daily dog work. She's in good health and will hopefully live another 14 years. 





























