Written in the Sand

Oh my goodness, oh my gosh, as you scroll down and view the backgound, know that
I am truly without words to speak.

My mind and heart is running wild with the wind, as so many memories are coming back again.  Tears flow from these eyes as many memories have gone by the wayside.

I treasure the memories, I have of my grandma Jarvis, how many times did she take me
to the beach, running through the sand, with no shoes on my feet, with shovel and pail in hand, in the dirt would I dig, looking for the clams, we used to clean, fry and eat. 
Yes, many of years I wore my hair in a braid such as she, for she, my grandma Jarvis, always took such good care of me.

Then came the years of my Mama so sweet.  Living and loving of her children she
does so very very deep.  Not only did she, my Mama, work across the street, keeping her eye upon us indeed, but also she too took us all often to the beach.  Spreading the blanket, the towels and making sure there was always something there for us all to eat and drink.

And of course, there were the drive-in movies in that old Chevy station wagon we would go.  Popcorn in the bucket, soda in the bag, all the seats were laid down, in case asleep we might fall, just so there was plenty of room for all.  Whatever we did, she always seen to it we'd have a ball.

Mama spent no time for herself, cause there were to many of us there.  She did what she did best of all--loved each and everyone of us and gave us her all.

Then there was Dad, so often away, never knowing when or what time he would be in, he just knew we all would be there when he would arrive back home again.  Navy kept him busy most of the time, make a living for his family at home, wishing he was there more often to watch them all grow.  In and out to sea he would go--knowing we would all be there each time he returned home.  Bringing us small presents he'd spot for his girls,  knowing our eyes would be all aglow.

Parents often never get to know just how important they are to their kids they have raised, cause, well we kids, often forget to say, thanks for the giving, sharing, the hours they have given to us.  So, for me today, I'd like to take this teary time to tell them just how important they are, how much I do appreciate them, all the headaches that I may have brought their way.  It's never to late to show them what a great job they have done.  To them I owe alot, so I say thanks for all that you two have done--all I can say is,
" the job has been well done. "
I love you both as this heart of mine aches.

Oh so many memories do I have--of the life long years past by, keeping them close by within this heart of mine, treasuring each and everyone as if they were the last ones to
pass by.  And so, I have begun to write them down, these memories so deep.  So one day, the rest of the family will know just how very important each one is to me.

No measuring is done, for they all are the same to me. 
As my tears stream down my cheeks, know that I love each one of you
so deeply within, that the heart within me--is learning to speak through
the writings I do.
All the compassion is being released.  Coming from the pits of me,
knowing not what to write, but know that is true--for it comes from
the true heart of me.

As I close, for the tears continue to flow, know that
each word on this page is so true that comes from me.
If, for some reason, I never have the chance to say all these things
face to face, know each word comes straight for the heart of me.

My sisters, you all have been my life, my delight.  Know
that you all have been the true heart of me.
Thank God from above, for giving to me, each one indeed--
you each have been a treasure to me.



Inspired and written
by
Dee Oborn
March 4, 2000

This page is written and dedicated
to my family.
May they know and come to
realize how important they are to me.
Thank God for allowing each one of you to be a part of my life.
For it is the heart that speaks.

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