Friday, July 29, 2011

Papi's Obituary

Surrounded by his beloved family, Dennis Roy Montgomery, 75, of Orange, Texas, passed away at Harbor Hospital in Beaumont, Texas following a heart operation.

Dennis was born on June 8th, 1936, in Tunnelton, West Virginia, the only child of Maxie and Roy Montgomery. He earned a Bachelor of Science degree in Chemical Engineering from West Virginia University in Morgantown, West Virginia. Throughout his career, he worked in chemical plants in Akron OH, Institute, WV, and Orange TX, retiring from Bayer in 1998.

After retirement, Dennis had time to work on his various hobbies, including reading, writing, cooking, art, photography, genealogy, and history. His passion for photography led him to build a dark room at home where he developed his own photographs. He shared his eye for art and photography with his grandchildren. Dennis’ numerous accomplishments include publishing articles in professional magazines, creating and sharing a family genealogy book, writing a book on historical buildings in his hometown, and he was in the process of writing a book on the history of coal mining in his county of birth.

Dennis enjoyed sharing his love of reading, especially of philosophical ideas with his children and grandchildren, causing some heated discussions! Most people who knew Dennis knew certain things about him. Things like he loved a good joke---or even a bad one! Dennis enjoyed cooking for his family. His homemade bread, chocolate cake, sweet sauce meatloaf and many other dishes made the family flock to the table. Dennis was a strong, caring man who wasn’t afraid of much. One of the things he wasn’t afraid of was speaking his mind. Although he cared about others, he never hesitated to offer anyone his opinion, whether they liked it or not; however, he was willing to listen when opinions were different from his own.

Dennis was preceded in death by his parents and his son-in-law, Matthew Rivette. He is survived by his wife of 50 years, Mary Montgomery, his children: Denise Moody of Orange, TX; David Montgomery and wife, Lea, of Magnolia, TX; Brian Montgomery of Round Rock, TX; Susan Rivette of Orange, TX; Kristan McBride and husband, Norman, of Longview, TX and his grandchildren: Katrina Rivette, Nicole Moody, Brittany and Branden Montgomery, and Kirsten, Nathan, and Andrew McBride.

A private funeral mass was held at St. Francis of Assisi Catholic Community on Friday, June 29th, with Fr. Tom Phelan officiating. Burial will be at a family cemetery in West Virginia. The family wishes to thank all those who offered prayers for Dennis and to the many caring staff persons at Harbor Hospital. If desired, donations may be made in Dennis’ memory to the Bridge City Public Library Building Fund. We already miss you Popi. The world has lost a funny, strong, wise and caring man.

Thursday, July 28, 2011


Texas > you

I always feel superior when im driving and I see a license plate from a different state.
Everyone knows texas drivers are better. We are.

You stay golden

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Groomers make all the difference.

Toto looked like a scrag-muffin so a groomer's visit was in order!

Momma bear made the appointment and this is how I found out.

She stuck a post-it note to Toto's little mop head and sent her into the kitchen, where I was on the computer.
I got the message and this morning- Off Toto went to her new big adventure.

Did I mention she hates the vet/groomer? Well she hates the vet/groomer. :] I tend to be helpful like that.

I just got her back and oh my goodness she is so cute I can not stand it!!!


She's still upset with me for leaving her there though.

There. I said it.

I have a confession to make....

I collect tiny clocks and mason jars.

There. I said it.
Im so glad we had this talk.

That being said, I got 15 mason jars for $5 today. Im feeling like a champ. And I picked up two precious blue ones from a pickers' shop the other day. and I already know what I am doing with each one.

Death. a long-winded rant.


I have been faced with the mortality of humans quite a lot, expecially here lately.
I have had classmates pass on before it was truly their time, comforted friends as they mourned their loved ones, been heartbroken at the shock of an unexpected death, and here lately I have sat bedside as life slips from someones eyes.

It is all difficult. Each in it's own ways, but somehow the rest of us go on. Not quite the same, a little stronger, a little more worn, but we do go on. Because simply- we must.

When I was little everytime my family went out of town and then returned I expected that everything would be completely different. The neon signs would be brighter, our sleepy town more high-tech and fast-paced. . And I came home every. single. time. to realize it was still the same sleepy town that i had left days prior. I expected everything to catch up to my fast paced mind from all the exciting (mostly) things i experienced on my trip. That because I changed, it too would be forced to change. It was at this young age I came to realize that whether I am there or not- Life will go on, as it always has. And It is a grim thing to realize of course but i think it is as important as anything.

Later down the road when I started to become distinctly aware of tragity I often believed that when I was going through something, the world would stop on a dime. Just for me. This of course is extremely naive, and more obviously did not happen. But once again it provided me the lesson that Life does not stop. For anyone.

These both are slightly depressing to really think about, but to me I also find it comforting. That no matter how hectic/crazy/depressing my personal life gets, the world at large will still be spinning just the same. Something will still be normal. Something will not be affected.

I am getting off topic of what I really wanted this post to be about. I have that habit. Bear with me.

So just to jump right into what I really want to say-

I believe death is a beautiful thing.

I sat in a hospital for 2 weeks with Beau, his family, and more importantly- his mother. She was extremely ill and the doctors told us to prepare ourselves to bury her. She has had a rough life, it appears a different illness plauges her every month. But still she troops on, strong as ever. I have witnessed how much pain she is in at times- mentally and physically- and the entire family was at the point where they didn't want her to suffer anymore. She was in a bad state and in so much pain it would bring me to tears to even see it. She was about to die. She didn't I would like to point out, that woman is stubborn. But at the time we all put our own feelings aside to see that death would bring her freedom. Freedom from pain, from suffering, and from the turmoil she is in during this lifetime. We are all selfish and completely thrilled she pulled through, but if it was her time to go we would have understood- and in a way been grateful. Not because we dont love her, but because we love her so much we dont want her to suffer anymore.

Death is a freedom, a sort of a celebration. Freedom from this life and all it brings.
-Celebrating for that fact and the fact that that person is now with all their loved ones that have passed on before them. Be that spouse, parents, friends, family.

But Death is a battle for the people left after. Selfishly wanting them here, while rejoicing that they are free from pain. It is an inner war that brings so many distress in times that are already hectic enough.

Now my family and myself are facing this battle once more. My grandfather is sick, as I have previously posted. He isn't getting better, and he is for all intensive purpouses living off of a machine. You can see in his eyes he is miserable, and we all know this isn't the life he wants to lead. So we have decided, as hard as it is, to pull the machine. It is his wishes, but all the same it is extremely painful for us. I am trying to remember in this time what I have already said. He will not suffer anymore, and he will be reunited with everyone he loves. He is the last of his biological family here on earth, and I know he misses them all dearly. And I know that tomorrow, if it is his time to go, they will all be waiting for him with open arms, and a loving smile.

But for all of us here, it is still a time of loss. It creates an extreme sense of conflict in ourselves.

But above all I do believe that death is a beautiful thing. When your number is up and God calls you home, i feel it is a wonderful celebration. I am trying my hardest to remember that in the days that follow.

Struggling with Love and Loss,

Monday, July 25, 2011

Where is the Justice?!!

I love me some Val Kilmer. LOVE. But please someone explain how


Turned into

It breaks my heart.

Sunday, July 24, 2011

Words of Wisdom

"Well, the way I see it, the more good people you push away because of petty arguments and disagreements, the worse off your life is going to be."

So simple, yet so true.

Monday, July 18, 2011

Girl Days

After being surrounded by family, 'in-laws', stress, trouble, and a slew of horrible things. oh and boys. surrounded by nothing but boys. It will take a toll on you. That is why I am so excited for some time out just to spend time with my best friend today.

I used to be one of those girls who was like "I get along with boys better, I only have boy friends, girls bring too much drama blah blah blippity blah" But I have recently found out the importance of having friends of the female variety.

Five reasons why having girl friends is essential.

1. They get it. Sorry boys, but girls will trump you in understanding another girls problems.

2. You can chatter (gossip) till the cows come home. Gossip is such an ugly word. More like- Bonding over common nosey-ness.

3. They are easier to talk to. Period.

4. You can get squealy and school-girl-esq without being judged. "omgsh he said WHAT? eeekkkk that totally means he is going to ask you to marry him" Love. Every girl needs these moments. Don't lie and say you don't (unless youre a boy. That is probably foreign to you if you're a boy)

5. Ice cream. I cannot tell you how much ice cream has been shared between me and girl pals. It fixes everything from broken hearts to swollen mouths. and everything in between.

6. (i know i said five but this needs to be said) They smell better. Sorry! Universal truth.

Friday, July 15, 2011

The lack of communication

There has been NUMEROUS family emergencies back to back to back NON STOP the last two weeks. So when I get good and relaxed, i will resume.

I have not forgotten you mon frere