Unspoken Love

 

fullsizerenderDear Reader:

Occasionally I like to look back in the blogs and see what was going on in my life and thoughts on the exact day the year before. It never ceases to surprise me how many events have transpired in a year. Many times… it is things I never saw coming. (Thank goodness!)

On October 2, 2015 I  found a little story about the different forms of love…it doesn’t have to always be auditory….visual works well too.

“Unspoken Love”


Emily knew when she married Dave that he was a man of few words. Their marriage was a strong one but both did have their own opinions…like when it came to roses. Dave had little use for rose bushes and Emily treasured them.

Dave felt like they demanded too much tedious care ( pruning, spraying, mulching, and fertilizing) while Emily considered every minute of their care well worth the results…and the fragrance.

One winter Emily fell in love with the idea of an English rose garden while going through a catalogue, she worked hard setting it up in the spring and diligently watered all summer.

It was in the fall that she began to feel pain in her lower stomach. Day by day it increased in intensity until she was forced to see a doctor. After several tests she got the call to come in for the results and bring her husband.

She had colon cancer. The plan was surgery first followed by six months of chemotherapy.

She only had a week to let her family and friends know before the surgery took place. A month later she was home and lying on the sofa listening to the weather report. Possible snow and bitter cold temperatures.

Oh no” Emily moaned, “I never did get the roses mulched.”

Dave said nothing, but following the weather forecast, the practical handyman said, “I’d better go winterize the outside faucets” and headed towards the garage.

A few minutes later, Emily hobbled to the kitchen sink for a glass of water and noticed Dave in the back yard where her roses were planted. He was carefully heaping mulch around every rose plant.

She smiled and watched her quiet husband say, “I love you.” Sometimes words aren’t needed at all.

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By the time you read this today the children and I will probably be up and ‘at-em.’ Fixing breakfast, straightening up, and playing…it is what we do best. My hope for everyone is that you have had an opportunity to get out and enjoy this beautiful weekend.

Will catch everyone up on the highlights tomorrow of time just spent loving and being!

So until tomorrow….Enjoy love in whatever form it takes…it is the most powerful force in the world.

“Today is my favorite day”  Winnie the Pooh

*In less than two week Legally Pink will be at it again…and I can’t tell you how happy I am to be able to participate again this year.

This year I would love to exceed our initial goal of $1000 and take it way over the top….thanks to everyone who has helped us in this endeavor and for others who plan to help. Legally Pink sends hugs and kisses.

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***RACE FOR THE CURE – Saturday, 10/15/16.  Gates open at 7:00.  Participate in a morning filled with hope, love and strength as we lace up to run breast cancer out of town!

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To mail in a donation, please make checks payable to:
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About Becky Dingle

I was born a Tarheel but ended up a Sandlapper. My grandparents were cotton farmers in Laurens, South Carolina and it was in my grandmother’s house that my love of storytelling began beside an old Franklin stove. When I graduated from Laurens High School, I attended Erskine College (Due West of what?) and would later get my Masters Degree in Education/Social Studies from Charleston Southern. I am presently an adjunct professor/clinical supervisor at CSU and have also taught at the College of Charleston. For 28 years I taught Social Studies through storytelling. My philosophy matched Rudyard Kipling’s quote: “If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.” Today I still spread this message through workshops and presentations throughout the state. The secret of success in teaching social studies is always in the story. I want to keep learning and being surprised by life…it is the greatest teacher. Like Kermit said, “When you’re green you grow, when you’re ripe you rot.”
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1 Response to Unspoken Love

  1. Rachel Edwards says:

    Such a sweet story…I live with a man like that…the day I drove home after Mom died Fred kept calling me to ask me what Mike marker I was at…drives me crazy bc I never think about it but being the driver ed teacher he does. ..well when I got home I knew why…he had fixed the best meal ever…and he wanted it to be hot….

    On Oct 2, 2016 6:04 AM, “Chapel of Hope Stories” wrote: > > Becky Dingle posted: ” Dear Reader: Occasionally I like to look back in the blogs and see what was going on in my life and thoughts on the exact day the year before. It never ceases to surprise me how many events have transpired in a year. Many times… it is thing” >

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