Saturday, January 18, 2014

A look back at 2013



A Look Back at 2013

Around this time (January) last year I was taking a fond look back at the year that had just passed (2012). A lot of great things had happened and I was looking forward to 2013 delivering more of the same. Little did I know that a few days after I wrote my retrospect, I would get a phone call delivering some of the worst news I have ever received in my life. My nephew had taken his own life. I have never felt so blindsided, so absolutely punched in the gut, heart ripped out, devastated. My first instinct was to gather my 2 kids and go to my sister and her family to be with them as they absorbed this abomination. Within hours of hearing the news, my daughter and I were on a plane from LAX and my son was booked to fly from Portland to meet us in Kansas City the next morning. I am so glad that I listened to my instinct and I am so glad that I had the ability to do what I knew I had to do. I could not have been anywhere else that weekend.

          This year has been colored by the sadness of missing a person that was very, very important to me and the other people I love most in the world. The hardest thing to come to grips with is the speed with which life moves on. Every day, Caleb slips a little further away from us no matter what we try to do to hang on to him. I have pictures of him in several locations around my house so that I have a vivid reminder of what he looked like. I have heard that as years go by, you start to have trouble remembering the image of a lost loved one's face. I don't want that to happen. I have the book he wrote and a book of his poems on my nightstand. I have read them more than once and as they gather dust, I know I should put them away, but, again, I don't want to let go of any of the reminders I have of him in my life. I still have his phone number in my phone and his address in my phone book. Deleting and erasing feels like such a betrayal. I just can't do it yet.
One thing that I can count as good that has come out of this is that I think my sister, E. and I have become closer. We have certainly talked more this year than we had in many previous ones. I am so glad that she calls me when she needs to pour out her overflowing grief. I can only imagine how she feels and even the imagining is heartbreaking. I hope that I have been able to offer a little solace by listening. I hope that I have offered a little bit of comfort. I have come to understand that all she really needs me to do is be there to listen. And I have been so glad that I've been able to do it.

But now, to look at other events of 2013.

January and February were the continuation of one of the coldest winters I could remember, and it was made worse by the fact that our heater broke and it took us 5 months and several repairmen to get it replaced.

Vladi continued to work for Morrow Meadows and in January, renovation of Dodger Stadium began after it was purchased by Magic Johnson. Vladi was sent there and became a temporary foreman as he worked 7/12s (7 days a week, 12 hours a day). He did that for 3 months (with an occasional shorter shift and a couple of days off). Exhausting! We rented him a motel room so that he didn't have to make the 1-2 hour (depending on traffic) drive home every day. It was a fun adventure to meet him at the motel once a week for a little rendezvous. I would bring him food for the week and do his laundry for him. It broke up our routine for a little while. You have no idea how much I appreciated the warm room after coming from our freezing cold house. I'm just glad he had the stamina to survive that grueling schedule. Morrow Meadows kept Vladi working steadily and with lots of overtime for most of the rest of the year until the beginning of December (it always seems to happen in the winter) when their work slowed down too much and they laid everyone off. We were disappointed. Vladi was really hoping he could stay with that company for a few more years until he retires. but it was not to be.

During those first few months of the year Christy took on the task of painting our entrance hall. She is really getting good at painting walls. She and I decided on a beautiful warm yellow/orange color and over the course of a few weeks, little by little, she got it done. I was in charge of choosing the pictures and whatever decor to put up on the finished walls and although I've gotten some of it done, I still haven't completed that project. My bad.


In March, Christy had a memorable birthday celebration with Lael. It was a "Birthday Movie Night" and they rented a blow-up screen that we set up in the backyard and they rented equipment to project the movies on the screen. We watched "Princess Bride" and "Robin Hood, Men in Tights". Everyone brought their own food and ate picnic style on blankets and we served "movie snacks" like popcorn and cotton candy and other candy selections. It was a little chilly but we made hot chocolate and had a few fire pits going. It ended up being really fun and I want to apologize to my daughter for being somewhat skeptical about it and not being fully on board about hosting it. The girls pulled it off marvelously and I have to admit, it was fun and memorable. (And I really didn't have to do much work.)

On the last day of March, Vladi and I decided to go look at cars because I was considering giving Christy my Honda as a graduation present. As is typical for us, the first place we went, we found a car I really liked and we came home with it. I had wanted a car that got good gas mileage (top priority) and that had more space in it than my Honda did. We found the new model of Prius, the PriusV which has a very good reputation as far as gas mileage as well as having been around long enough to have worked the bugs out of the technology. And the new model is kind of like a station wagon.
 So, we thought we'd try leasing instead of buying and figure out if that works for us now and in the future. I transferred the Honda to Christy's name so that she didn't have to keep riding the bus to school and figuring out transportation to anywhere else she needed to go.
She had been a real trooper after her car died in getting herself where she needed to go and I was really proud of her resourcefulness but I didn't want that to be another thing she had to worry about in the logistics of her upcoming move from home and continuing her education.

In April, we lost our dear puppy, Samson. He developed problems in his hindquarters in which his control of them deteriorated rapidly over a 2-3 week period. The problems were beyond the vet's expertise and since Samson was 12 years old, we decided that we really couldn't afford to go to specialists to extend his life. We were very sad to lose him but he got a lovely sendoff from Christy and my son Ben's friends who came over and wheeled him around the neighborhood in a wheelbarrow the night before we put him to sleep. I will be forever grateful for their thoughtfulness that night.


In May, my precious daughter graduated from Moorpark college with two AAs. I'm inspired by the way she has persisted toward her goals after some setbacks and hardships in her life. She makes me very proud. I can't wait to see what the future holds for her. She also took over a nanny job from her friend, Emily. Emily was moving to Santa Barbara to explore new opportunities in her life and the family that she nannied for needed someone to take her place. She recommended Christy and they worked together a few times so that Christy could get a feel for it. When Christy started the job the Healys had one five year old girl and an 18 month old boy. The mom (also Christy) was about ready to deliver her third baby. For a girl who had very little experience with babies, the challenge for Christy was pretty great. But she dove in and after a pretty short adjustment period, she took to the job like a duck to water. She has shown herself to be a natural at managing three kids and the other tasks that she's expected to perform in her roll as nanny. And the Healys have provided a warm, accepting, encouraging environment for her. They even had her move in with them when she had some difficulty finding a place to live at the time when we had agreed for her to move out. She has made herself an invaluable member of their household.

In June, the avocado tree that we planted in 2010, started producing it's first real crop.

It took a little while for them to be a good size to pick but we harvested about 40 avocados. And I was thrilled to learn that they stay green as long as they are on the tree and don't begin to ripen until you pick them. That means that we were able to eat almost all of our avocados.
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At the end of June, Vladi and I went to Hearst Castle with our friends, Ralph and Janeen.  Vladi and I had never visited it and it had been many years since Ralph and Janeen had. Unfortunately, it was VERY hot that weekend (upper 90's to over 100 degrees) and there is no air conditioning in the castle (just fans) so our visit probably wasn't the most ideal, but we did enjoy learning about the history and seeing the amazing views. While we were in the area, we also visited Morro Bay, and had a lovely meal looking out over the harbor. We took a boat tour of the harbor and viewed the seals and sea lions. One night we also visited a hot tub resort that Ralph and Janeen knew about. We didn't get any pictures of all 4 of us together but here are a couple we took when we walked along the beach in Carmel.

July brought us the most wonderful occurrence of 2013. Which was the birth of a Mr. Jack Richard Roemer. This is Jessica and John's 2nd baby and Rylee's baby brother.
This is the happy new configuration of the John Roemer family.


 Jack is holding a ring that Caleb used to wear that is now worn on a string around Rick's neck. It was a precious symbolic moment linking the past and present with great hope for the future.


These are the happy gammy and gampa.


In August  we went to Newport Harbor to attend the wedding of Blake and Brandi Behringer. We have watched the courtship of this young couple over the course of several years now and we were very happy to see it culminate in a lovely wedding. It was also great fun to attend a wedding on a boat cruising the harbor.
 Also in August, I finally "came out of the closet." I had used a large closet in our entry hall as my office for many years. It was the perfect size for a computer desk and it worked pretty well, but it always bothered Vladi that I didn't have a real office. So when Christy moved out, we finally had a room where I could have a real office and I started thinking about what kind of desk I wanted. We looked around for several weeks and I kept coming back to a desk I saw at a store called PTS that is pretty overpriced but I just couldn't find anything I really liked anywhere else. And I figured, I might as well get a desk I really loved. I would be spending a lot of time at it. And Vladi, as usual, wanted me to be happy, so he told me I should have what I wanted. (I love that man!) So we bought my beautiful L-shaped desk to put in my office.  And now our hall closet is back to it's proper function.
I'm still setting up my office the way I want it but it is very lovely to be out of the hallway.

In September I was able to visit Ben in Portland. I went by myself (Christy visited him by herself in August) and it was the first time I had seen the place he's lived for a year and a half. I had a really nice visit with him which included meeting his lady love, Annie.


 We had some great conversations and Ben showed me around Portland, including his school, Portland State University and the Whole Foods Market where he works. He also took me to Powell's City of Books which is the largest book store in the US. One day he let me wander around Powell's by myself and I was in heaven. I could happily get lost in that place! We played a few games of Settlers of Catan, which is simply a given any time we're together lately. We both love that game! And Ben cooked me some fine meals. He and Annie have collaborated on a fish taco recipe which is now called Benannie's Fish Tacos. It is absolutely wonderful! They use a Nappa Cabbage Leaf as the shell and then layer it with fish cooked in taco seasoning, a yogurt dip from Trader Joe's, fresh salsa, avocado, cilantro, mango and pepper jack cheese. I could not believe how delicious it was. He also cooked a breakfast of Applewood Smoked Bacon, eggs and kale. And he cooked everything perfectly! I learned what to do with Kale so that it actually tastes good and does not have all the toughness to it. You simply peel the tender part of the leaf off the tough spine. I never knew that! I am so proud of the way he eats so healthy. And I am so happy to see the loving relationship that he and Annie are developing. I hope she's the one for him to spend his life with. She's a keeper.

When I got home from that trip Vladi and I decided to join Weight Watchers. We both have the desire to lose weight and eat healthier as we get older. We want to be able to enjoy our retirement, which means we probably have to curtail some of our bad habits. I was also inspired by my friend Tracy B. who lost 30 pounds by doing the Weight Watchers program. I saw how great she looked when I saw her on 9/15 and we signed up on 9/18. We were very gung-ho at first and got all the tools and went to all the meetings. After a couple of months, Vladi had lost 20 pounds and I lost 12. But then Vladi got laid off and we couldn't really afford the monthly fee. We figured that we had learned a lot about what to eat and not eat so we decided to just do it on our own and maybe rejoin after he goes back to work. Of course, this was right around the holidays and there are so many opportunities to eat stuff you shouldn't at that time of year. I find myself slipping into bad habits again, although I have actually maintained my original loss. I just haven't lost any more. Vladi hasn't weighed himself in awhile and for him, the biggest drawback of not working is that he doesn't maintain the activity level that he sustains at work. When he's working, he's burning those calories! So our plan is to go back on the program as soon as he has steady income again. And to not completely backslide before that.

In October Christy ran a 5K called "The Color Run" with Christy Healy and her friend Liz. I came along to take pictures and offer support and I had way more fun than I expected to.


You probably can't tell from the picture but the color run is all about this colored cornstarch that gets thrown around at every opportunity. Basically, the runners are pretty much covered by it at the end of the day. Christy did a great job getting ready for this race and I am so glad that I went with her. After the girls ran, we went up the road and had fish tacos at a place on the pier. So good!

We celebrated Vladi's birthday by inviting our closest friends: Cher and Richard, Janeen and Ralph and Mary Jo and Ron to join us at BJs restaraunt. Christy joined us as well and we had a fun evening.




Mary Jo and Ron threw a great Halloween party (as they do every year) and this time, Vladi and I really dressed up. I decided to find some kind of costume about 2 hours before the party started and I thought of a box I have out in the garage that has costume stuff from years past, mostly if not all from the kids. I pulled out a kangaroo costume that Christy's friend's mom made her in the sixth grade. The body of the costume is just a sweat outfit that was dyed brown and had a "pouch" sewed to the front and a tail sewn to the back. Then there was a headpiece with ears. I tried it on and was quite surprised that it fit. Then I had to figure out something for Vladi. He is such a good sport that he was pretty much willing to wear anything. So I had a bunny ear headband and I fashioned a fluffy bunny tail out of a white scarf I have and he wore one of his white shirts. We also used some face paint for our noses and whiskers. I'm glad Christy was here, because she knew just how to make us look right.



The day after this party, we added a new member to our family.


We named her Zuli in honor of her blue eye. Azul means blue in Spanish and Lapis Lazuli is a blue stone. It was Christy's idea. Vladi and I thought it was perfect.
November was pretty much consumed by our learning how to raise a dog properly. We consumed (and continue to consume) as many episodes of The Dog Whisperer as possible, and we are trying to put all of Cesar Millan's  theories into practice. I realized that I made a lot of mistakes with Samson and I don't want to repeat them with this little girl. So "rules, boundaries, limitations," "nose, eyes, ears," "exercise, discipline, affection," and "no touch, no talk, no eye contact," have become our new mantras. But it is so much harder to learn how to have "calm assertive energy" and make your dog have "calm submissive energy" than you would think by watching this show. But we're learning. And hopefully we'll end up with a well-adjusted, balanced dog. It really makes me happy that Vladi is on board with learning this stuff along with me.

And finally, December. Although Vladi got laid off on 12/8, it has been nice for him to be able to be home with Zuli. I hated leaving her by herself when we were both getting up at 4 in the morning and going to work all day. I know the time will come when we'll be doing it again, but while she's so young, I'm glad she's not alone for so many hours every day.

The holiday season was pretty stressful at work, but I got through it alright.
As for Christmas and the process of regaining the Christmas spirit, this year, I made a date with Christy to make Christmas cookies. It ended up being a 2 or 3 day process but that was completely okay and we really enjoyed our time together. We made a new confection--"cake balls" that came out really good and we shared a lot of laughs as we decorated them. We had our eggs benedict on Christmas morning with the Heatons. It was a low key kind of season and that was just fine.
And in the very last hour of the year, as we were waiting for the ball in Times Square to drop, we got a most wonderful phone call from Olya, letting Vladi know that about midway into 2014, he's going to be a grandpa for the first time! Yay for 2014!!!
So goodbye to 2013. And here's knowing that 2014 has good things in store. . .





Friday, April 26, 2013

Goodbye, sweet puppy



           
Our sweet puppy, Samson is losing ground. Losing it so rapidly that within the last two weeks he has completely lost the use of one of his back legs to the point of dragging it, lifeless, behind him. And now he's losing the other one. Today, I haven't seen him stand up at all. If I try to help him by putting his legs underneath him, he yelps like it hurts him. I ordered a brace for him but when I put it on, it made it even harder for him to get to his feet and when he finally did get up he just dragged the brace around as well.  Over the last few days, he's lost control of his bowels. I'm pretty sure that the most merciful thing to do at this point is to say goodbye and put him to sleep.

            The vet does not know exactly what's wrong with him but the only way to find out is to take him to a neurologist. the vet has already done xrays and blood tests (to the tune of $500+ ) and they didn't really show anything dramatically out of the ordinary. If Samson was younger (He's 12) I might consider  seeing the other doctor, but I'm pretty sure that it would cost quite a bit to even talk to someone like that. It feels shameful to have money be the deciding factor in the decision but I just doubt that this horrible progression can be stopped or reversed after it has happened so quickly.
             It's breaking my heart to see Samson lying there so incapacitated. His favorite thing in the world is his walk. The mere word brings him to instant attention, and the sound of his leash being pulled out of the cupboard brings him to a state of frantic ecstasy. He can barely sit still long enough for someone to put the leash on him. He also loves to run around the yard at top speed. He could get going really fast! Once in awhile, when the kids got him riled up, he'd try to run around the house like that. It was pretty hilarious but it always made me cringe to see what he was going to knock over or break. He could get a little out of control. But he was also the best exercise companion that I could ask for. He motivated me by his enthusiasm and he walked at the perfect pace so that I really felt like I was getting a workout. And he let me listen to my music without complaint.

            Samson is such a unique boy. He used to have the upper body strength to climb a fence even though he weighs about 60 pounds. He used to climb the fence into our neighbor, Kevin's, yard when we would leave him home by himself, until one Christmas Eve, he climbed over and somehow caught a tooth on something and hung there crying piteously until one of the neighbors got a hold of us and we were able to get home and rush him to the emergency pet clinic. From then on, we've kept him on a leash in the backyard when no one is home. He got used to it. We have an old couch on our patio that he likes to lay on, and he got in the habit of going out and laying on the couch when he knew we were leaving so that we could easily attach his leash. He always liked the extra little pat and "good boy" that he got for that.
            When he was a puppy, we used to keep our screen door latched so that he couldn't get out. He tried to push it many times when he was little, but finally realized that it wasn't going to open. The lesson stayed with him so well, that even after we stopped latching the door, he never attempted to get out when he was bigger.
            Samson doesn't bark much but he tries to talk to us. My kids are especially adept at conversing with him. They will howl at him and he will imitate them. It really sounds like they understand each other. It's quite funny. I'm going to miss that.

            I'm going to miss HIM.

           

Sunday, March 3, 2013

thoughts about a movie about mental illness



                                                     March 3, 2013

Today I want to review a movie in relation to thoughts about my nephew.

Spoiler alert: if you haven't seen "Silver Linings Playbook" but want to, don't read this unless you want to know how it ends.

Christy and I went to see the movie "Silver Linings Playbook" a couple of days ago. I loved it. I'm pretty sure she did, too. But it's really more of a feel-good movie than a realistic one. Yes, it's the way we wish things could turn out in a situation like that, but, having lived with a husband who was afflicted with bipolar disorder, I don't believe that a person can be "cured" by finding the "right person" to fix them.  I guess the movie didn't proclaim that "Pat" was cured and it only got as far as the cozy family scene after he and "Tiffany" had declared their love for each other and were acting "normal" in a social setting, so we don't really know what happens beyond that. . . a day or a month or a year later. And probably none of us really want to think about what happens beyond that. Let us just leave with the idea that they all lived happily ever after.  But from my experience, the normalcy would not have lasted very long. Now, don't get me wrong--I loved the story, the acting, and the glimpse of hope that this movie offered. But life is so damned much more complicated than movies.

There were a few realistic touches that gave an accurate taste of living with someone afflicted with this disease. The things that had a ring of truth: Pat complaining that his medication made him feel "foggy." Pat waking his parents at 3 and 4 in the morning because his mind was racing with obsessive thoughts. 
After seeing this movie, I've heard several people say that they know someone just like Pat. Which leads me to believe that more of us have experience dealing with mental illness than any of us realize.
And mental illness cannot be cured in the way this movie suggests any more than any physical illness can be cured by mind over matter. I'm not saying that doctors and western medicine have all the answers or that pharmaceuticals are the cure for everything by any means. What I'm saying is that there are no easy answers to any of this. And I'm not really sure how to find them.

And back to my thoughts about my nephew. One of the worst thoughts I've had is about the medication he was on. He was diagnosed with depression. Which is a mental illness. Just a few months ago, he had started taking an antidepressant and seeing a therapist. I have heard that there is some risk associated with antidepressants in that they can actually exacerbate the problem. They come with the warning of possible suicidal thoughts. And they tell the sufferer to see a doctor if this happens. . . I'm sorry, this thought just chills me. What if the person can't/won't/ is incapable of heeding that warning. We don't want to believe that a medication could cause a worsening of a condition. But they do. And the worsening of a condition like this is. . . the ultimate worst.

Sunday, February 10, 2013

I don't want to stop thinking about him . . .part 4


 
Today it has been one month.

Such a short time--though I'm sure that some people are tired of hearing about this already. . . it's only been a month! My K-bub should not be gone from my life!
 
Yesterday, I was in the store, choosing a birthday card for my own precious son and of course, right next to the "son" cards are the "nephew" cards. I will never get to pick out a nephew card again. I had to keep averting my eyes from them and focus on the young man in my life. It could have been him. As close as those cards are to each other. . . that's how close this death came to me. My son has gone through his own struggles and depression. He has always assured me that he likes himself too much to harm himself, but none of us knew that Caleb would harm himself either. And at least my son understands now why there have been times I've worried about him. He and Caleb were a lot alike in a lot of ways. Caleb had a lot of influence on my son. The music that inspired my son to study music was introduced to him by Caleb.

Both of them are/were truth seekers. Caleb never found the answers he was looking for in this life. He wouldn't settle for answers that did not feel right to him. While going through his things, we found an Ode to my son  that my sister wrote to Caleb addressing that subject. It is so beautiful that I wish I could share it with you but unless my sister gives her permission, I will not violate her privacy that way. My son said that he thinks Caleb had integrity with God because God relishes our search for him and does not expect us to settle for something that does not give our soul solace.

I have to be honest that my relationship with God is estranged and has been for quite some time. I haven't even been doing a lot of seeking, which I know I should even though it's hard. But if I felt like God could hear my prayer right now, my prayer would be that Caleb found his answers. I hate the way it happened, but I pray that God was there on the other side to give him everything he needed. I pray that my own son finds his answers and his joy in a long life here on earth with me and all the other people that love him. He has told me that he needs affirmation and validation outside the sphere of family and friends that have known him all his life and I pray that he gets that, too.

Rest in peace, my precious Caleb.

Live long and prosper, my precious Ben.   

Sunday, February 3, 2013

Reconstructing memories . . . Part 2



We found it! Ever since my first post about Caleb, I've been hoping to find a couple of things. . . the list of ping pong terms he made up and a picture of him toasting a marshmallow over a candle at my kitchen table.
The other day my daughter, Christy, and I were talking and I asked her if she had any idea where that particular picture was and I told her I still hadn't found the paper that had the terms written on it.
About the paper she said, "I'm picturing it in a book of rules." and a light bulb went on in my head. I looked up on a shelf right behind where she was sitting, where I had several rule books for pool and billiards, thinking I might see one with rules for ping pong. No luck. Then, Christy said, "It seems like it had rules to a whole bunch of games." Then (hear the choir of angels singing) I saw it--just Games. And even from where we were standing, looking up, we could see a little piece of paper sticking out of the top of that book. I pulled it off the shelf and THERE IT WAS! Marking the place where the rules for ping pong were in the book
Just in case you can't read this;
Googley--Backward hit
Drooble--Hits top of net and dribbles over other side
Gump--Big Gump style forehand
Epigon--Hits edge of table, falls off

You may be wondering why it was so important to me to find this. And I don't know if any explanation I can offer will really help you understand. I guess it represents for me a time that Caleb was with me, and we had a lot of fun together. I wish I had a picture of the ping pong table with the frame that he built. It was really a masterpiece. I hope I come across one as I go through all my pictures.
       As for the picture I asked Christy about, she knew where that was, too. She had used it in a collage she put together for her Spanish class. She went right to the box of pictures she has in her closet and pulled it out.



He wanted s'mores. You can see the rest of the elements on his plate. We have an electric stove, so he had to toast the marshmallow over a candle. Christy remembers that it was a peach candle . . .

Sunday, January 27, 2013

I don't want to stop thinking about him . . .part 3



       Every time I open my phone contacts and scroll through the C's, there's his name, Caleb Churder. My heart lurches and a heaviness fills my chest. I don't want to delete it. I don't want to erase the reminders of him that continue to be in my life. . . that will always be in my life. But damn it--I can't call him anymore. Same thing for his address in my phone book. He's not there to receive a letter or the birthday card I always send him in November. He's not there. . . although I occasionally find myself talking to him as if he were next to me, accompanying me in the mundane activities of my day. How I wish I could really talk to him again. How I wish I could do over the last conversation I had with him. Really ask how he was doing. Really hear his heart.
       How I wish I had bought the book he wrote when he told me it was available. Sure, I bought it now, but it's too late. Too late to show him my support. I'm reading it slowly as if I can keep him with me by hearing the words he wrote like it's a current conversation we are having.

       The thing that weighs heavily in my heart and my gut is how fast life moves on. I do not want to move on yet. I need time to process this loss. A long, long time.  I hate that it's just been over two weeks--we're not even out of the month that it happened, and it already feels like I'm dragging it on to express my sadness. That's just not right Dammit! This boy mattered to me! ALOT!
       When people ask how I am, I don't really want to say fine, although out of habit, I usually do. But in my heart I'm not fine. And I don't really want to be fine. It's just too soon.
      

Sunday, January 20, 2013

reconstructing memories. . .part 1



Yesterday, I was struck by a memory of Caleb that made me smile and I started to think about it so that I could write it down and not forget it. But my memory is not completely clear so I will reconstruct the bits and pieces of it that came to me and if anyone else remembers it, they can add to it or correct what I didn't get right.
       I was working at Lucky (a grocery store) and I was on the express lane (which I always hated.) I was going through the motions, just trying to get through the day when a young man came through my checkstand. I rang up his order and he left but a few minutes later he went through my line again. Now, here is where my memory is really fuzzy. I don't remember if it was just the fact that I knew he had just gone through my line, or if he had a single rose (for some reason, I really think he might have bought a flower,) or if he attempted to purchase alcohol which forced me to look at his ID and really look at him, but when I did, my eyes grew wide and my mouth dropped open and I about wanted to jump over the checkstand. I loved the look of mischief he had on his face when the recognition dawned in mine. It was my nephew, Caleb, standing in front of me and it was the first time I had seen him with facial hair. It was at that point that I noticed my sister and brother-in-law standing a few feet away, laughing at me. I was chagrined that I had not recognized this boy who was so dear to me (and that I was so zoned out that it took him going through my line twice to get my attention) but it had been a while since I'd seen them and I could not believe how much he'd grown up. Suddenly, the precious little boy was a man.