Godspeed, Dear Mother

In the early morning hours my mother, Marian, peacefully slipped away to spend eternity in the Church Triumphant. She lived a humble life, focusing on simple things. She liked John Wayne movies, Louis L’Armour books, Willie Nelson’s braids, and Johnny Cash music. From her backyard swing, she’d feed wandering squirrels, ambitious chipmunks, and hungry birds. Purple irises and pink hollyhocks lined the wooden fence every Spring. With a youthful spirit, she loved board games, playing cards, and walking on wooden stilts. Her favorite fragrance was “Tabu” perfume and she wore it as long as I can remember. She was everything you love about life. Godspeed. I love you, Mom. 💕🍃🌸

James Dean: Heartthrob and Rebel in One

Raised by an aunt and uncle in a rural town of central Indiana, James Dean learned early on sometimes Life is not fair. Perhaps he had a Death Wish or, on the contrary, a zest for living on the edge. This sandy-haired dreamer who often wore a pouty grin attracted men and women like a moth to flame. His love of fast cars, specifically a Porsche 550 Spyder, ended in a head-on collision that catapulted him into eternal legendary stardom. After all, James Dean died at the age of 24 years old with only three major films under his belt: “East of Eden”, “Rebel Without a Cause”, and “Giant”. Today, In Fairmount, Indiana, his legacy lives on. Visitors from all over the world flock to the hometown of James B. Dean to walk in the footsteps where he lived. Buried in Park Cemetery, his lipstick-covered headstone is physical evidence adoring fans exist half a century later.

Missing My Father 

Missing my father who was the first person to believe that my dreams could come true. He taught me how to have faith in God and to believe in the power of His love. Dad encouraged me to follow my heart, showed me how to be kind to others, and inspired me to never lose hope. I love you, Dad, and celebrate the anniversary of your first year in Heaven.