Ken Satterlee
Born – 3/24/1938
Died – 4/7/2014
Bev Satterlee
Born – 2/12/1940
Died – 9/7/2014
Journal Entries
Busy Living!
This little guy is a meerkat. He is currently acting as sentry, watching out for predators while all the other meerkats go about their daily business. She (or he, not sure which) and her gang are part of the meerkat…
You want a piece of pie?
Mom and I went to Julian today to pick up a bag of Nyjer seed for the goldfinch in the neighborhood. They love that stuff. At times there will be a number of them fighting over the rights to it.…
What do we do now?
My mother asked me today, “What do we do now?”. I replied, “Get on with living life.” I can certainly understand her question. It was three weeks ago today that dad passed away. On one hand I cannot believe it…
A Hairy Dilemma
Let me share a story with you. This story is a true story about my mother and her hair. My mother had a love/hate relationship with her hair. She loved that she had hair and hated that it was…
Open House Memorial for Dad
Today we had the open house memorial for dad. It was a lot of work getting it done, but was worth it. There were many friends and family members that come over to help us celebrate the life of my…
Dad in a box
I don’t mean to offend anyone by the title of this post. Dad was certainly the type of guy that could laugh at a comment like that. It’s just too bad that his name wasn’t Jack. You have to be…
Must have sleep
This will be a short post today. We have lots to do to prepare for the open house memorial in two days. Here is a little list of things we still need to get done: * Finish scanning photos and…
Staying positive is tough
Today marked 2 weeks since dad passed. It still seems sort of surreal. Mom and I have had conversations over the past couple days about how we are feeling. Mom is starting to have a tough time maintaining that positive…
Reasoning with a drunk
I removed yesterday’s post. After thinking about it and after having a situation with mom this morning, I realized I was not being fair to mom with that post. I was frustrated and upset and venting publicly. Sometimes that does…