Angel Wheeler

death

  • My Mom Died on this Day Last Year

    I knew this day was coming for a while. It did not sneak up one me. The one year anniversary of my mom’s death. I thought I would be fine. I have been fine. I thought this day would be no different. I opened fb this morning and read my sister’s post about her and… Read more

  • 8 month old Eleanor

    My Dearest Little Elly, This letter is very delayed, as we have lost a very special person to us. Your Grandy, my mom, passed away on October 5, and we buried her on your 8 month birthday October 8th. Your momma has been overwhelmed with sadness, questions, and busyness and although I have never forgotten… Read more

  • A Daughter’s Love

    Last night, way past a normal bedtime for a 5 year old, my little EK and I were snuggling in. Saying our prayers and our I love yous. When suddenly she said, “I’m probably going to forget you when I grow up.” Why, I asked. Why would you forget me? She answered because she would… Read more

  • On This Day a Year Ago……

    On this day a year ago, we lost my grandmother on my dad’s side. She was a beautiful lady who just happened to be born on my daughter’s birthday 94 years earlier. She left this world at age 96. Because we lived a good distance apart, I don’t have a vast amount of memories of her,… Read more

  • Birthday Letters

    On January 16, 1943 my dad was born.  I don’t know anything about his birth.  Whether he was born in a hospital or at home.  Whether he was a good baby or a tyrant.  How much he weighed or if he sucked his thumb. Today if he were still living, he would have turned 70… Read more

  • Picture Perfect

    After we buried my dad February of last year, I drove back to Texas basically with a pickup, plants, and a photograph. The pickup still sits in front of my yard, longing for a spin around town. The plants, I’m proud to say, are flourishing. And the photo sits on a shelf in my dining… Read more

  • In Memory of my dad—number forty something

    The green spiraled journal draws me in. It belonged to my dad. The very first thing I bought when I became an adult was a storage building.  It sits on my mom’s property (once upon a time it was my grandmother’s property) and my dad put a few boxes of belongings in there nearly twenty… Read more

  • The Demise of the J&A Chicken Ranch

    Well folks, I’m here to announce my flock of 14 birds is officially down to eight. I’m sad. The casualties are: 1 yellow chicken killed by a coyote in plain sight 1 yellow chicken found lying dead in the coop in March 2012.  Cause of death: unknown The remains of one yellow chicken (mostly feathers)… Read more

  • The Coyote Snatching

    It’s getting on sundown here at the J &A Chicken Ranch and the girls are heading in to roost for the night.   All thirteen of them. Yep, you read that right.   No typo intended.  Thirteen.  As life would have it, murder, mayhem, and malice struck the Chicken Ranch early Sunday morning past when an unsuspecting fowl fell victim to the… Read more

  • Memorial Day

    The flags were flying high and proud at Ft. Gibson National Cemetary this past Monday. I took a solitary road trip to visit my dad’s grave. This trip was a journey of healing for me.  Not complete healing, only partial.  But I’ll take partial. My dad’s death hasn’t seemed real to me.  He lived in… Read more