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I lost my two boys, one who lived about an hour but was a healthy looking boy of over seven pounds, and the other was born at eight months and I had carried him dead almost a month. I still remember their birthdays, one is coming up on August 8. My brother in – law was a carpenter and he had some mahogany boards in his shop so he made two little coffins. They were buried in the same cemetery  lot a year apart. My dad, who is a pastor, and my husband were the only ones at the burials. Later we bought and placed a little stone lamb on the site.

Now, granted, I didn’t have an abortion, but I didn’t see either of those boys when they were born, but I grieved them just the same. I believe those mothers who, for some reason or another, aborted their babies, grieved too, and wondered what their babies would become. I figured out a way, not only to end abortion but to give the mother a time to grieve. At the same time it would end that awful thing of selling the poor babies parts.

Here is my solution! I think, after the abortion, the mother should be given the baby to bury him or her the way she wants. Those who hope to make much money selling the baby’s parts would end, and the mother, after seeing the little box, would cry for awhile and would never have an abortion again! After all, the baby is hers and she should have the ownership of it.

My solution might seem a little extreme, but if every mother was given a little box where her baby lies, I think abortion would end. It certainly would end that new business of selling the babies parts! I suppose the solution would be considered too extreme in this day where right seems wrong and wrong seems right, huh?

Did you have a good fourth of July? I did. I thought It would be a quiet one. One family was at Lake Tahoe, I was pretty sure another family was at a dog show somewhere and the other family lives at Rio Rancho, New Mexico so I was pretty sure they wouldn’t be here. And the weather was hot! So I put on my coolest clothes that still covered me up. I didn’t want my 80+ figure to show too much! I began to watch the Hallmark Christmas movies and expected that to be the exciting fourth of July!

My son, who lives with me said, “I’m going to grill some brats around five o’clock if it isn’t too hot out there.”

I thought that was fine, but in late afternoon my dog show family turned up and in early evening we had a full fledged barbecue in our back yard. They had brought chicken to grill and potato salad plus quit a few pieces of firework for later.My son make a great salad and we had the brats and buns and drinks.

After the barbecue we sat around my pond and talked. That was nice because they are always at dog shows with their three dogs whenever my daughter isn’t at work and my two grandchildren aren’t at school so I don’t get to see them as often as I would like. When it got dark enough we all headed for a safe place to set off our fireworks. I hadn’t monkeyed around with them since one of those “snakes,”I think they call them, took a run after me and hit me right between my legs! The crotch of both my slacks and my panties were burned, to say nothing about my skin! But I was game to try it again.

There is nothing so beautiful as watching my grandchild running and jumping with sparklers in hand! Her eyes were sparkling as much as the sparklers. My daughter said I looked as happy as a child. In fact, she told her daughter to take my picture. I really enjoyed the beautiful lights she put into the sky. It was almost 11 o’clock when it was time to clean up the mess we had made.

We broke up our party around midnight and, although I was very tired, I thought it was the best fourth of July ever. Now is the time we must save our country. Let’s all wake up and work together on bringing back the country we once had. The freedoms we once enjoyed are quickly disappearing, Maybe our fourth of July or even Christmas will soon be illegal. Wouldn’t that be terrible?