My sister, Cynthia Garza Keesler, just reminded me what today was.
It’s been 12 years since our Mom left us. So hard to believe it’s been that long already.
Today’s post is similar to the ones that I have posted for the last 11 years. But I still feel the same exact way.
❤️ January 10, 2010… it’s been 12 years since my mom, Lydia M. Garza died. It’s hard to believe that it has already been that long. Sometimes it feel longer and other times it feels like it just happened.
Until we meet again mom, I miss you and I love you more than I can say!
If Roses Grow In Heaven
If roses grow in Heaven Lord Please pick a bunch for me. Place them in my Mother’s arms and tell her they’re from me. Tell her I love her and miss her, and when she turns to smile, Place a kiss upon her cheek and hold her for a while. Because remembering her is easy, I do it everyday, But there is an ache within my heart That will never go away.
Colin Powell passed away today and saw this post and wanted to share it. It’s the most simplest of things that makes our lives better.
David Muir posted this.
General Colin Powell posted this a few years back joking he’d been taking selfies 60 years longer than the rest of us. He often spoke of 13 Rules.
1/ It ain’t as bad as you think. It will look better in the morning. 2/ Get mad, then get over it. 3/ Avoid having your ego so close to your position that when your position falls, your ego goes with it. 4/ It can be done. 5/ Be careful what you choose. 6/ Don’t let adverse facts stand in the way of a good decision. 7/ You can’t make someone else’s choices. 8/ Check small things. 9/ Share credit. 10/ Remain calm. Be kind. 11/ Have a vision. 12/ Don’t take counsel of your fears or naysayers. 13/ Perpetual optimism is a force multiplier.
Here is the latest on the progress of Queen of Caffeine and where the funds will go.
My partner, Dannie, called a few brokers to find out about some vacant plots we have seen while we have been driving around San Antonio, Texas. He’s great on the phone and when talking about our business, his eyes just light up with excitement.
I found some interesting information on running a coffee shop business and small business. This is all new to me, so I am trying to learn as much as I can. Good thing Dannie has owned and ran a few businesses of his own.
I am working on loyalty cards for our customers. I thing we are going with the premise of getting a stamp for every drink you purchase and the tenth stamp you get a free drink. How does that sound? Any suggestions are welcome.
And I also talked with a former HR Manager and friend and he said that I could use him as a resource. He’s a very smart man and he already gave me a few ideas that I want to use for our business.
Again, we would appreciate any help on making our dreams come true.
Thank you for your time to read this and please feel free to pass along the link.
Hard to believe it’s been six years since my little brother, Joe died. Sometimes it feels like it has been longer and other times it feels like it just happened.
He knew how to press my buttons and get me so stinking mad. Then there were times when he was actually nice and somewhat friendly. If you knew Joe, you would totally understand that.
Brother, know that you are missed and that whenever I think about you or tell a story about you, it makes me laugh.
We were supposed to grow old together, but I guess I have to just live with the fact that you are watching over me. And whenever I trip or stumble, I know you had a little something to do with it.
Give Mom a kiss and hug from me. I miss her so much.
I miss you and love you.
Love, Your Sister ❤️
From August 28, 2019
Well, here we go again. It has been five years since Joe died. I still miss him and wish he was still here so we could have grown old together.
As I have done in previous years, I am reposting all the post since Joe left me.
I still miss you little brother.
From August 28, 2018
Well, here we are again. It’s been four years since Joe died. I can’t believe how fast it has gone by. But then there are times when it seems like forever ago.
As I have done in previous years, I am reposting all the post since Joe left me.
I miss you little brother! Give mom a hug and kiss from me!
From August 28, 2017
Well, it’s been three years since my little brother, Joe M. Garza died unexpectedly. Not a day goes by that I don’t think of him or miss him.
Time seems to be going by so fast that it doesn’t feel like it’s been three years.
I decided to repost the post that I did in 2014, 2015 and 2016. I was able to read what I wrote in 2014. But I couldn’t bring myself to read what I wrote in 2015 and 2016. I will… someday.
But I wanted to share them again and let you know that my brother was one-of-a-kind. I want him to be remembered for the unique person he was.
So, for today, I will also post “Free Bird” by Lynyrd Skynyrd for him.
Joe, I miss you and still can’t believe we are not going to grow old together.
Tell Mom I love her and give her a hug from me.
From August 28, 2016
Sometimes I just want someone to hug me and say, “I know it’s hard. You’re going to be okay.
731 Days…
That is how many days it’s been from Thursday, August 28th, 2014 to Sunday, August 28th, 2016 since my brother, Joe died.
It’s hard to believe it’s been two years already. Sometimes it feels like a lifetime ago that it happened and other times it feels like it just happened.
Joe was your typical little, pain in the ass brother! Oh, how he could press my buttons and set me off. We could give each other the silent treatment like nobody’s business. Then there were those times where we would be the best of friends.
We would quote movie lines back to each other. Or text each other, while being in the same room.
Joe had a strange and weird sense of humor. Either you got it and thought it was funny or you didn’t get it.
I still have the texts that we sent each other the morning that he died. I so afraid of losing them, that I have them saved on a couple of Clouds and SD cards. I haven’t brought myself to read them. I don’t know when I will be able to read them without being crashed that Joe is gone. His Facebook page is still open, I haven’t been able to close the account. Once in a while I like going on there and reading the nice posts from his friends who say that they miss him and his sense of humor.
The first six months after his death, I was gun-ho on cleaning out his room and getting stuff organized. Now, at the two-year mark, I haven’t been able to go through his stuff. Not sure when I will be able to go in there and take care of it?
Peanut Butter, you wonder why peanut butter would make me think of Joe? For the past two years, we have had the same peanut butter jars in the cabinet when Joe died. Joe ate a huge spoonful of peanut butter every night. We went through a lot of peanut butter when he was alive.
One of the last meals that Joe ate was spaghetti that I made. He even made a comment on how good it was. To this day, I have a very hard time making spaghetti.
I remember Joe when I see something funny on TV. My first reaction is to text Joe or let him know that I saw something funny. He would be thrilled that the “Glimore Girls” is coming back.
This past week leading up to today have been very hard. My emotions have been all over the place. A little bit of me is still mad as hell that Joe left me and there is a little bit that still in denial that he is gone. I swear if I gave in to them, I could cry all day or want to punch someone/something.
I wish that I could snap my fingers and everything would be back to normal. But I know that won’t happen. I have to believe that Joe is with our Mom and both are pain free and together and having a blast together.
Once is a while, I feel that he (and my Mom) are watching over me.
Like when I drive into work, sometimes I see two Cardinals flying across the road. Cardinals are supposed to mean that angels are near.
Or whenever I hear “Free Bird” by Lynyrd Skynyrd. Joe had this weird connection to that song. He always requested that our nephew play that song on his trombone. So whenever I hear it, I think it’s Joe letting me know he’s there. Even Brad, our nephew, has experienced hearing that song while he was doing something to the truck he drives, which was Joe’s truck.
So today, I will try to remember all the good times and all the laughs we had
Until we meet again, brother. I miss you.
From August 28, 2015
Hard to believe it’s been a year since my little brother, Joe M. Garza died.
Lord knows that boy could press my buttons and get me going. But how I would give anything to have him back.
The year of firsts is behind us now. First birthdays, holidays, anniversaries and special occasions. Now we are to the first year of you being gone.
Just recently, after talking with our cousin, Emma, did I feel a little comfort, relief, happiness since you died. Oh, it still hurts, but I can make it a couple of days, weeks without being too sad.
I know you are with our Mom, just having a grand old time. I came in last place compared to our sister, Cynthia; being my Mom’s favorite. I’ve always been cool with that. They deserved it. Now I know they are together in heaven and that does give me some peace.
Found this poem and changed it a little. (Thank you and sorry to the person who wrote it.)
Missing You
There is so much I wish to say
I think about you every day
I miss your laugh
I miss your smile
Neither lost nor forgotten…
I imagine them often
It just doesn’t seem real that you’re not around
I still look for you when I’m in town…
I’ll never forget on the 4th of July…
As I sat on the curb, tears filled my eyes….
I found myself looking for you…..
Until I realized what was true…
I will never again see your wave and your smile…
We won’t stand on the street and visit for a while…
No “how you doing Sis” with a big hug to follow….
No “what are you doing tonight” or “I’ll see ya tomorrow”…
All of these things, I cherish so dearly …
In my heart, I remember so clearly…
I still talk to you …
I know you can hear me…
Today I spoke of you and before I finished my sentence….
I could feel your presence…
Then .. a coincidence, or was it a sign?
The song that reminds me of you began to play (“Frer Bird”)…
As If you knew I was thinking of you this day…
I smiled.. feeling you were there with me …
Again… I sat remembering…
Tears filled my eyes as I listened to the song.
But this time I accepted that you are gone.
One year later..
Seems like forever….
I’ve asked myself and I’ve talked to God…..
How could he take you away for so long?
The only answer that makes any sense is ….
You’re in God’s hands now…
As he planned
Watching us from above…
An Angel in heaven who will always be loved.
Joe… Till we meet again in heaven. Take care of Mom, give her a big kiss and hug from me. I’ll be OK. I’m getting there one breathe at a time.
I love you, little brother.
From August 28, 2014
Family and friends, this has to be the 2nd saddest post I’ve had to put on here. This morning, my brother Joe Garza, passed away. These past couple of weeks, he wasn’t feeling well and they found out he had a weak heart. He went back into the hospital on Sunday and up to this morning he was joking around, being his typical self — I know, you’re surprised. But then this morning, he went down hill fast and they tried to bring him back, but with no luck. He wanted to be cremated and have a BBQ get together when he died. So that is what we are going to do in a couple of weeks. So now, he’s in heaven with our mom… driving her crazy with his jokes. Joe, I’m going to miss you and give mom a hug from me. (Sorry if we missed any family before posting this.)
In honor of the passing away of Little Richard. Here is one of his songs.
Little Richard, a founding father of rock and roll whose fervent shrieks, flamboyant garb, and joyful, gender-bending persona embodied the spirit and sound of that new art form, died Saturday. He was 87.
Today’s post is similar to the ones that I have posted for the last 10 years. But I still feel the same exact way.
January 10, 2010… it’s been 10 years since my mom, Lydia M. Garza died. It’s hard to believe that it has already been that long. Sometimes it feel longer and other times it feels like it just happened.
Until we meet again mom, I miss you and I love you more than I can say! ❤️
Let’s see what 2020 has in store for us. Let’s move forward and remember what is important.
I saw this and it pretty much says what I want to do in 2020.
May this year bring new happiness, new goals, new achievements and a lot of new inspirations on your life. Wishing you a year fully loaded with happiness.
Well, I’m sitting here thinking about all that has happened in the past decade and there have been some major things that happened, as well as many, many other things.
Here are some:
2010 — my mom, Lydia M. Garza died
2014 — my brother, Joe M. Garza died
My nephew, Brad and niece, Pam, both got married
I turned 50 in 2016
I had some surgeries: gall bladder, gastric sleeve, hysterectomy
I lost over 200 lbs
I’ve traveled to South Carolina, Kentucky, Mexico and Florida
I got a new car, GMC Terrian, on my own
I have some great friends in my life
I met some great people
I’ve been on two cruises
I met a fabulous man, who I love
I’m a cancer survivor and still fighting that battle right now
Those are just a few things that I’ve gone through this past decade. All of it has made me into the person I am today. I am stronger and hopefully a little wiser with all I’ve been through. I’m looking forward to what the next decade has in store for me.
So, let’s remember this past decade and move forward to What’s Next.
The World According to Sylvia Garza 