Wading in the Creek with my Grandchildren

Wading In The Creek

When I was a little girl my Grandpa Bell would load all of his grandchildren in his jeep and we would go salt the cattle. For city people that means we would put out salt blocks out in various areas of the farm for his cows. It was always hot when we piled into the jeep and often he would stop and let us wade in the creek. He also let us drive occasionally (we never told on him but I suspect our parents knew). My cousin, Martha, and I were the only girls. The rest of the cousins were boys (much later we got some girl cousins!) I have so many special memories of Martha and have written about her many times, but not lately.

Today I thought about our trips to the creek because my oldest son and I took two of his girls and their cousin to a little creek close to our house.

Missing Martha

As I watched 3 of my 8 grandchildren look for tadpoles and skip rocks I went back in time before Martha was diagnosed with breast cancer. Before her mastectomy. Before her cancer came back. Before she had chemo and radiation. Before cancer went to her brain. To a time when we were children and Grandpa took us wading in the creek.

Losing people we love is at the top of the list when it comes to hard things about aging.

The Innocence of Youth

Today I got to watch some of my grandchildren play in the creek.

Martha didn’t.

If you have a friend or a loved one who has fought breast cancer, please, I beg you….donate to breast cancer research. I want every Nana to have the chance to share special moments with her grandchildren.

It was a very good day for splashing in the creek and I thank God for allowing me to be here to witness the next generation enjoying nature with cousins.