From the Heart of BMa

This Blog is intended for me, BMa, to write from my heart to my two beautiful Grandchildren. They have filled my life with joy and this Blog is to let them know how very much they mean to me. I will also share my inner love for my Daughter, my Mom, my brothers and their familes.

Friday, July 28, 2006

Riding My Gary Fisher


I meant to put a story in here when I first posted this picture; however, it took me awhile, anyway, here goes. I bought this fine looking bike about 4 years ago. The summer after my weight loss operation. I was with my brother David and his family and I was feeling really good. I mentioned to David that I would realy to start riding a bike again. So he took me to a local bike shop and I bought my very first expensive bike. I have been riding my Gary Fisher ever since. I feel so exhilarated every time I get on my bike. When you loss as much weight as I have over the last four years, it is amazing how wonderful it feels to do simple everyday activities, like riding a bike, that you couldn't do before. So, in honor of my Gary Fisher below is a poem to commerate by bike - yeah I know corny!!

Riding My Gary Fisher

Legs are pumping, heart is pounding, wheels are turning
Steady even breath, smile on my face, such a wonderful feeling
Gliding, pedeling, take steady even strides
Feels like I am floating, I love bike rides
Oh no, a hill, need to switch gears
Pedelng slower, can bring you to tears
This hill is so long, it is getting very hot
I will not stop
I need to get to the top!!
Muscles are burning, legs are getting sore
I don't care, I know the score
I reached the top and now I can break
Take a sip of water and celebrate!
Time to go down hill and feel the wind in my face
Faster and fast - floating and gliding what a wonderful pace
Up a hill and down again - pedeling with lots of vigor
Oh how exhilarating it is riding my Gary Fisher!!!

Saturday, July 15, 2006

Only Through The Love Of A Child


July 2004 - John and Liz
Originally uploaded by turliz46.
John J. Wall was 51 years old when he passed away. I only knew him for 9 short months, but he had amajor impact on my life. He deeply loved me and showed me that love every day until he died. On the morning of October 24, 2004, I found John dead in our bed. I was completely devasted. Grief had overwhelmed me that I couldn't think straight, I felt guilty maybe I could have done something more to help prevent his passing, and nothing seemed real to me. Of course, my beautiful daughter Kathy knew that I needed family to help me overcome this tragidy in my life. Thinking only of me and what I needed she boarded the next plane and arrived to be by my side the very next day. To my joy she brought my grandson Marx with her as well. I couldn't sleep very well and could not even think of going into the bedroom, so I slept in my chair in the living room. The next morning as I was sitting in my chair, grieving and crying, I looked down the hallway and saw the door to the spare bedroom open. My daugther's shining smiling face was in the doorway. Then my sweet grandson came running down the hall shouting BMa, BMa!! He jumped into my arms and I held him close. He cuddled into me and sighed and shoftly said, I Love You BMa. I knew at that very moment that I would be OK. The grief and the hurt wasn't as bad and holding onto my little man was the best comfort I could have ever received. What a joy!! Thank you Kathy and Marx for helping me through the first couple of days. You saved me. Love You Muches.

Thursday, July 13, 2006

What is BMA?


When Kathy was pregnant with my first grandchild, she wanted me to be called Granny by the grandchildren. She even made me a frame with a picture of her sonogram dated Thanksgiving 2002 and wrote "I Love My Granny" on the frame. Now, when I hear Granny I think of a 100+ some old lady that has no energy snapping her gums. I wanted to be called Grandma, but no she said, we already have a Grandma - my mother - so it would be too confusing. Ok, Granny it is I said,however, I still called myself Grandma. On 20 July 2003 she gave birth to a beautiful little boy whom she and Joel named Marx Omar Burtram (after the two great granddads). What a wonderful day that was. Of course, however, for a little over a year, I was referred to as Granny - much to my dismay. The picture of Marx displayed here is from Thanksgiving 2003 - one year later from when I got the sonogram. When Marx was able to talk, what a talker he is - he just one day called me BMa. BMa!! Where did that come from?? Well, you know what, I didn't care. I was named by my little man and that is all that matters. So to this day I am known as BMa - the most wonderful word in the entire world.