She sleeps,she winces, & with each breath she gains Gods speed to her last.
Outside her window--longing--watching--hoping for entry, lies the orange kitty. He misses her, --he knows.
Curling up with her is all he wants.
The weather is so cold, he shivers & waits--he knows.
If only the chance to come inside. He'd cause no fuss, just wants to be-- he knows.
"Why can't I say goodbye?" I imagine his thoughts. "why?" "It's no secret, I know-- I knew first."
So... He sits, and he shivers, outside the window... he stares at "ME" through the frosted glass, willing me.
If it were me Mr. Kitty your longing would end, your wishes would come true, your goodbyes would be met--
because "I" know-- "You know"
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Friday, December 26, 2008
Chuckles / Uncle Bud!
I must share another few Uncle Bud "funnies." Please let me once again remind everyone, I take his Alzheimer's disease very seriously but sometimes laughter is the best medicine and I am not laughing "at" him, it just beats crying!
Most of you know the confusion that Uncle Bud occasionally has between me being his niece and his wife/lover/whatever hahahahaha. Well... Most of you also know that January will be a year since my 1st Liver disease diagnosis. He knows nothing of this nor does he know of the 2nd one...as he would only worry and then forget ... and worry again when he remembered.
Part of this whole diagnosis resulted in a year to date weight loss of 50+ pounds. Believe it or not ... this has not gone unnoticed to Uncle Bud. His comment to me a few weeks back was as follows "Hey Hunny, how much weight have you dropped?" and when I told him, he thought that was fantastic that I could do that in just a few weeks time.
~~ I only wish it all happened in a few weeks!
But the funniest part of all was his next comment
"Boy oh boy ... your sure lookin good darlin' you look good enough to DO IT!!!!"
~~ Ok this is the part where I almost DIED and clearly this is the part that proves to all of you that he kind of mixes me up with a wife and or lover. YIKES! I thankfully had my back to him as I nearly busted a gut in my attempt to stifle my laughter.
In closing, on that subject, I'll just say this... "DOING IT is without doubt OUT OF THE QUESTION hahahahahha" Let me expound on that ... first of all being his niece that absolutely just won't fly EWWWWWWW!!!!!...
2nd of all I am no Anna Nicole-Smith...
and last but not least I was told direct from the horses mouth by the man himself,
"Did I ever tell you I was in a motor cycle crash and had my testicles ripped right off--and boy did it hurt like hell!" OMG Can you believe he just came out with that? LOL ~~ He has never even been on a motorcycle in his life that we know of.
Yes they were removed for medical reasons a million years ago ... but I can assure you all ... there was no motorcycle involved!!!LOL
Then there's the matter of the little gems we overhear & have come to know in this household. I'll start with the baby monitor... I have Uncle Bud on a baby monitor, it's placed under his bed with the reception unit either mobile with the nurse while he naps or in the guest bedroom at night while everyone is asleep. Now anyone who has children are so familiar with the loving little sounds that we get from our end of the monitor, the cooing, the little moans and groans while our babies stretch ... or the little cries in the night in search of their mommies.
Well, ... this is a whole different ball game-- let me tell ya!
How does " THIS IS JUST HORSE SHIT!!!" sound at 3: 20 am in the wee-hours of the morning? Kinda makes ya jump right outta your skin... he's not even awake when he does that... he just shouts out obscenities in the middle of the night. Nice quality!
I have come to learn a great many things in the wee-hours here at Uncle Buds... for example:
We are all f*@king C*#k Suckers! ( Not quite sure who "WE" is but I can only assume I am part of that)
I have learned that "This is all Bullsh&t and he is not going to put up with it!!"
I have discovered there is always someone peering through the windows, but seem to disappear just as quickly as they arrived.
I know that each item in Uncle Buds home runs off of it's own electrical meter and we are billed separate for each item, right down to the toaster, and just so everybody knows...it costs $700.00 a "Day" just to run the guest room TV, BUT ... this is only after HE goes to bed, point is...he does not like the nurses staying up later than him and watching HIS TV. WHEN HE SAYS BEDTIME HE MEANS EVERYBODY!
The heat, thats a whole different subject, Thankfully the heat does not cost that much ...(so we are told) and it's a good God damned thing, as the thermostat is constantly being pushed up to 90 degrees. ( Just for the record, if you don't catch him in the act... this can make breathing quite difficult for the average Joe) hahahahaha. But everybody is pretty on top of it...No sooner does he up it... somebody follows behind him to push it back down. When he discovers it down he just thinks he forgot to turn it up. So up and down we go, day after day!
I have also been told that he has a "super fast" washer & dryer,He purchased them that way (which by the way he is obsessed with doing laundry) no sooner do you throw in a load, he claims it's done within moments...I'm talking 5 minutes. You can explain until you are blue in the face that it takes time to wash and even longer to dry... but he refuses to or just cannot comprehend... anyhow this causes battle after battle, one of many.
Last but not least...
Christmas morning Uncle Bud opened his gifts and he loved and admired each one as if they were made of Gold, I found that very sweet. When he was finished looking at the one in hand, he gently placed in neatly back into wrapped tissue and replaced the gift into it's tagged gift bag and placed in back among the other gifts yet to open.
~~ The end result was ...He opened and reopened all of those gifts three or four times and each time he fell in love with his "New Gift," as if he'd never seen it before in his life. It actually took moving the opened gift to another area in order for him to come to an end. It was sweet, it was sad, it was also quite funny. Poor thing!
Hey...Ya gotta chuckle!
Most of you know the confusion that Uncle Bud occasionally has between me being his niece and his wife/lover/whatever hahahahaha. Well... Most of you also know that January will be a year since my 1st Liver disease diagnosis. He knows nothing of this nor does he know of the 2nd one...as he would only worry and then forget ... and worry again when he remembered.
Part of this whole diagnosis resulted in a year to date weight loss of 50+ pounds. Believe it or not ... this has not gone unnoticed to Uncle Bud. His comment to me a few weeks back was as follows "Hey Hunny, how much weight have you dropped?" and when I told him, he thought that was fantastic that I could do that in just a few weeks time.
~~ I only wish it all happened in a few weeks!
But the funniest part of all was his next comment
"Boy oh boy ... your sure lookin good darlin' you look good enough to DO IT!!!!"
~~ Ok this is the part where I almost DIED and clearly this is the part that proves to all of you that he kind of mixes me up with a wife and or lover. YIKES! I thankfully had my back to him as I nearly busted a gut in my attempt to stifle my laughter.
In closing, on that subject, I'll just say this... "DOING IT is without doubt OUT OF THE QUESTION hahahahahha" Let me expound on that ... first of all being his niece that absolutely just won't fly EWWWWWWW!!!!!...
2nd of all I am no Anna Nicole-Smith...
and last but not least I was told direct from the horses mouth by the man himself,
"Did I ever tell you I was in a motor cycle crash and had my testicles ripped right off--and boy did it hurt like hell!" OMG Can you believe he just came out with that? LOL ~~ He has never even been on a motorcycle in his life that we know of.
Yes they were removed for medical reasons a million years ago ... but I can assure you all ... there was no motorcycle involved!!!LOL
Then there's the matter of the little gems we overhear & have come to know in this household. I'll start with the baby monitor... I have Uncle Bud on a baby monitor, it's placed under his bed with the reception unit either mobile with the nurse while he naps or in the guest bedroom at night while everyone is asleep. Now anyone who has children are so familiar with the loving little sounds that we get from our end of the monitor, the cooing, the little moans and groans while our babies stretch ... or the little cries in the night in search of their mommies.
Well, ... this is a whole different ball game-- let me tell ya!
How does " THIS IS JUST HORSE SHIT!!!" sound at 3: 20 am in the wee-hours of the morning? Kinda makes ya jump right outta your skin... he's not even awake when he does that... he just shouts out obscenities in the middle of the night. Nice quality!
I have come to learn a great many things in the wee-hours here at Uncle Buds... for example:
We are all f*@king C*#k Suckers! ( Not quite sure who "WE" is but I can only assume I am part of that)
I have learned that "This is all Bullsh&t and he is not going to put up with it!!"
I have discovered there is always someone peering through the windows, but seem to disappear just as quickly as they arrived.
I know that each item in Uncle Buds home runs off of it's own electrical meter and we are billed separate for each item, right down to the toaster, and just so everybody knows...it costs $700.00 a "Day" just to run the guest room TV, BUT ... this is only after HE goes to bed, point is...he does not like the nurses staying up later than him and watching HIS TV. WHEN HE SAYS BEDTIME HE MEANS EVERYBODY!
The heat, thats a whole different subject, Thankfully the heat does not cost that much ...(so we are told) and it's a good God damned thing, as the thermostat is constantly being pushed up to 90 degrees. ( Just for the record, if you don't catch him in the act... this can make breathing quite difficult for the average Joe) hahahahaha. But everybody is pretty on top of it...No sooner does he up it... somebody follows behind him to push it back down. When he discovers it down he just thinks he forgot to turn it up. So up and down we go, day after day!
I have also been told that he has a "super fast" washer & dryer,He purchased them that way (which by the way he is obsessed with doing laundry) no sooner do you throw in a load, he claims it's done within moments...I'm talking 5 minutes. You can explain until you are blue in the face that it takes time to wash and even longer to dry... but he refuses to or just cannot comprehend... anyhow this causes battle after battle, one of many.
Last but not least...
Christmas morning Uncle Bud opened his gifts and he loved and admired each one as if they were made of Gold, I found that very sweet. When he was finished looking at the one in hand, he gently placed in neatly back into wrapped tissue and replaced the gift into it's tagged gift bag and placed in back among the other gifts yet to open.
~~ The end result was ...He opened and reopened all of those gifts three or four times and each time he fell in love with his "New Gift," as if he'd never seen it before in his life. It actually took moving the opened gift to another area in order for him to come to an end. It was sweet, it was sad, it was also quite funny. Poor thing!
Hey...Ya gotta chuckle!
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Searching For That Christmas Spirit????
Ya know... it's a funny kind of year, and not funny "ha-ha". The Economy, Our jobs, our finances... talk about the stress factor, and everyone I talk to seems to have no Christmas Spirit, my self included. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying I'm looking to be bouncing off the walls Fa-la-la-la-ing, I just feel like something is missing, Could it be I have lost my Christmas Spirit?
I laid in bed this morning and started this mind exercise, if you will. I began to wonder if maybe we are searching too deep, looking so far beyond what has already been placed before us.
Perhaps I am missing the point; point being "BLESSINGS". They are simply everywhere!! I needed to take a moment,analyze & make a mental list, "What is it about Christmas I'm missing?"
* I have been to one Holiday party which was very festive and fun, I was surrounded by very close friends which made it all the better. The theme was Chocolate and Cheese... we sat by the warmth of a fireplace, we talked, we laughed, we yankee swapped, we sampled brie's and dips, cookies and cakes & chocolates galore ... we ate, we ate and we ate somemore. ( No Im' not pulling a Dr. Suess on you hahahaha ) But how blessed was I, were we? Not everybody is blessed with a warm fireplace , somewhere somebody is freezing. They certainly are not blessed with the indulging that went on that day, somewhere, somebody is starving.
* I have been able to enjoy my shopping for those I love. I feel I have picked up everything I wanted even a few little extras for the stuff-a-bus donations, yet I hear on the news that the letters to Santa this year are heart wrenching. "Dear Santa, Please help my Mom or my dad get a job or a car so they can get to work", or "please send me a winter coat and a pair of boots." "Dear Santa Please help my Parents buy our food this year." "Dear Santa can you please help my Mom pay the bills?" The list went on and I sat, appalled to hear that these simple requests were, what I consider to be, staples of any household... How lucky am I that my child has never had to write a letter like that to Santa?
* I am hosting my annual Christmas eve gathering... it's catered. Hot and cold app's... & Every year I say, "I'm not going to overdo it" I already have. I will have more food here than we'll know what to do with. Everybody will have a drink in hand, food a plenty, gifts will be exchanged & opened. The children's hearts will be racing with excitement... and meanwhile some poor Mom or Dad will be sitting somewhere crying into their empty hands, just trying to keep their house warm as their children sleep and dream that Santa will bring miracles that simply wont be coming!
* My tree is up and as tradition goes...decorated with love. It's beautiful and I love to just sit at night in the quiet ( in the warmth ) and just admire. Each of the soft little white lights acting as a spot light of sorts to an ornament of meaning, each one holding a memory for me to sit and revisit. I do... and I smile.
This is one of my favorite things to do at Christmastime. I have been blessed with a heart full of memories and the incredible gift of life so that I am able to make more!
It was just a quick little mind-game I played with myself. I won. I found the Christmas Spirit!!!
Try it, your sure to walk away a winner too!
Merry Christmas my friends and May God continue to bless you & yours!
Peace & Love
I laid in bed this morning and started this mind exercise, if you will. I began to wonder if maybe we are searching too deep, looking so far beyond what has already been placed before us.
Perhaps I am missing the point; point being "BLESSINGS". They are simply everywhere!! I needed to take a moment,analyze & make a mental list, "What is it about Christmas I'm missing?"
* I have been to one Holiday party which was very festive and fun, I was surrounded by very close friends which made it all the better. The theme was Chocolate and Cheese... we sat by the warmth of a fireplace, we talked, we laughed, we yankee swapped, we sampled brie's and dips, cookies and cakes & chocolates galore ... we ate, we ate and we ate somemore. ( No Im' not pulling a Dr. Suess on you hahahaha ) But how blessed was I, were we? Not everybody is blessed with a warm fireplace , somewhere somebody is freezing. They certainly are not blessed with the indulging that went on that day, somewhere, somebody is starving.
* I have been able to enjoy my shopping for those I love. I feel I have picked up everything I wanted even a few little extras for the stuff-a-bus donations, yet I hear on the news that the letters to Santa this year are heart wrenching. "Dear Santa, Please help my Mom or my dad get a job or a car so they can get to work", or "please send me a winter coat and a pair of boots." "Dear Santa Please help my Parents buy our food this year." "Dear Santa can you please help my Mom pay the bills?" The list went on and I sat, appalled to hear that these simple requests were, what I consider to be, staples of any household... How lucky am I that my child has never had to write a letter like that to Santa?
* I am hosting my annual Christmas eve gathering... it's catered. Hot and cold app's... & Every year I say, "I'm not going to overdo it" I already have. I will have more food here than we'll know what to do with. Everybody will have a drink in hand, food a plenty, gifts will be exchanged & opened. The children's hearts will be racing with excitement... and meanwhile some poor Mom or Dad will be sitting somewhere crying into their empty hands, just trying to keep their house warm as their children sleep and dream that Santa will bring miracles that simply wont be coming!
* My tree is up and as tradition goes...decorated with love. It's beautiful and I love to just sit at night in the quiet ( in the warmth ) and just admire. Each of the soft little white lights acting as a spot light of sorts to an ornament of meaning, each one holding a memory for me to sit and revisit. I do... and I smile.
This is one of my favorite things to do at Christmastime. I have been blessed with a heart full of memories and the incredible gift of life so that I am able to make more!
It was just a quick little mind-game I played with myself. I won. I found the Christmas Spirit!!!
Try it, your sure to walk away a winner too!
Merry Christmas my friends and May God continue to bless you & yours!
Peace & Love
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
A Mothers Love is a Blessing
These words are not my own...but I felt compelled to share an old Irish folksong with a friend who just lost his Mom.
For you Steve, a small sort of farewell to Lorraine... from my heart to yours.
An Irish boy was leaving-leaving his native home, Crossing the broad Atlantic, Once more he wished to roam, And as he was leaving his mother,While standing on the Quay,He threw his arms around her waist And this to her did say:
Chorus:A mother's love is a blessing, No matter where you roam. Keep her while she's living,You'll miss her when she's gone. Love her as in childhood,When feeble, old and grey,For you'll never miss a mother's love'til she's buried beneath the clay.
And as the years grow onward, I'll settle down in life, And I'll choose a nice young colleen, And take her for my wife. And as the kids grow older,They'll play around my knee And I'll teach them the very same lesson That my mother taught to me:
Chorus:A mother's love is a blessing, No matter where you roam. Keep her while she's living,You'll miss her when she's gone. Love her as in childhood,When feeble, old and grey,For you'll never miss a mother's love'til she's buried beneath the clay.
For you Steve, a small sort of farewell to Lorraine... from my heart to yours.
~~~~~~~~ A Mothers Love is a Blessing~~~~~~~~~~~
An Irish boy was leaving-leaving his native home, Crossing the broad Atlantic, Once more he wished to roam, And as he was leaving his mother,While standing on the Quay,He threw his arms around her waist And this to her did say:
Chorus:A mother's love is a blessing, No matter where you roam. Keep her while she's living,You'll miss her when she's gone. Love her as in childhood,When feeble, old and grey,For you'll never miss a mother's love'til she's buried beneath the clay.
And as the years grow onward, I'll settle down in life, And I'll choose a nice young colleen, And take her for my wife. And as the kids grow older,They'll play around my knee And I'll teach them the very same lesson That my mother taught to me:
Chorus:A mother's love is a blessing, No matter where you roam. Keep her while she's living,You'll miss her when she's gone. Love her as in childhood,When feeble, old and grey,For you'll never miss a mother's love'til she's buried beneath the clay.
Friday, September 12, 2008
THE EYE ROLL!
When is it exactly that we women begin seeing each other for who we are within?
I mean, I know it happens, but when exactly? And how much pain must we endure and or be the cause of before reaching that destination of "Knowing"?
Something struck me this morning as I drove along a back road peppered with school bus stops every so many streets. With the speed limit being 20+ I had the chance to witness something for just a few fleeting seconds which told an entire story in itself... or at least part of one, which I am trying to unravel now.
As my car rounded a bend, Cammett Rd to my right, I saw a young girl waiting for her school bus. The Young girl was Jr. High school age, no more than a freshman. She stood awkwardly, facing front, on the left hand corner of the road. She was shifting her weight from a left foot stance to a right as if trying to get comfortable. I happen to be a body language type of person, it's what I see first, so it was clear to me that there was an issue she was dealing with.
Now... before I even had the chance to get a "look-see" at her shell, her armor; if you will, her outfit--which we all know as fellow women, is (sadly) oh so important at that age, here I must confess, as I was giving her the proverbial "once over", otherwise known as the "look-see" which I am not proud of, but I do admit, I still do it to this very day. I think it's in a women's genes... we just have to get that "look-see". It's what we do with that assessment that separates good from evil - By evil, I mean separating "the mean girls" from the rest of us.
I can, with clear conscience, say I was NEVER a mean girl. Sure... I got my "look-see" in, yeah, but did not judge.
Can you say the same? Perhaps now, yes... but what about back when? Some of us had to be the mean girls right? When you think back... where did you stand?
This is where my curiosity peeks. When is it exactly, when we ALL began to withhold judgement and recognized our sisters as equals, simply as another fellow woman...no better-no worse, just like me or you?
So...as I was getting my "look-see" in... I noticed several things unfolding all at once. Two other young ladies were arriving at the same bus stop but were stationed on the opposite corner, it was clear in an instant, these girls were not equals or friends. These two young ladies showed absolutely no signs of discomfort they sashayed up and carried themselves with an air about them... but it was that stinky old familiar air from Jr High. They gave no noticeable acknowledgement that the first girl there even existed. They were outfitted to the nines and they knew it.
The first young lady standing alone was clearly marching to a different drum; her own. I respected her for that and only wished that I had seen her emit the confidence to be ok with just being HER, it was clear, she just wasn't there yet. My thoughts were...she has however, taken the first step, just by being different. Her outfit was Purple and she was pleasantly plump in her purple, she had some unruly, fire red hair and furnished a pair of black and white checked sneakers... I think a guy from the band "cheap trick" used to wear those back in the 80's... anyhow, not quite teen Vogue material-- but so very cool in her own right! I love that in a person!
What happened next is what prompted today's post. The young lady and I, just as I was passing by her, made eye contact, she rolled her eyes just as the other two positioned themselves on the opposite corner from her. I felt the instant connection, and through her eyes, I felt I could read her thoughts; something along the lines of "Here we go again! Another day like yesterday and another one tomorrow!" and I wondered if she perhaps thought... "God, where the hell is the bus?"
That eye roll just sent off a message to me almost asking "Will this ever end?" My heart bled.
I really started thinking and what I have learned over the years is that God has placed all kinds of women in our lives from grade school to this very day today and they were/are all there / here to make a difference. What troubles me this morning is... when did I learn that? How old was I before I realized that if you allow your heart to open up, God would show you the best in all women?
My wish for today is that today's young ladies learn this most valuable life lesson as early as they can... lets teach them. It's ok to have the little "look-see" if we must... just don't judge it.
I mean, I know it happens, but when exactly? And how much pain must we endure and or be the cause of before reaching that destination of "Knowing"?
Something struck me this morning as I drove along a back road peppered with school bus stops every so many streets. With the speed limit being 20+ I had the chance to witness something for just a few fleeting seconds which told an entire story in itself... or at least part of one, which I am trying to unravel now.
As my car rounded a bend, Cammett Rd to my right, I saw a young girl waiting for her school bus. The Young girl was Jr. High school age, no more than a freshman. She stood awkwardly, facing front, on the left hand corner of the road. She was shifting her weight from a left foot stance to a right as if trying to get comfortable. I happen to be a body language type of person, it's what I see first, so it was clear to me that there was an issue she was dealing with.
Now... before I even had the chance to get a "look-see" at her shell, her armor; if you will, her outfit--which we all know as fellow women, is (sadly) oh so important at that age, here I must confess, as I was giving her the proverbial "once over", otherwise known as the "look-see" which I am not proud of, but I do admit, I still do it to this very day. I think it's in a women's genes... we just have to get that "look-see". It's what we do with that assessment that separates good from evil - By evil, I mean separating "the mean girls" from the rest of us.
I can, with clear conscience, say I was NEVER a mean girl. Sure... I got my "look-see" in, yeah, but did not judge.
Can you say the same? Perhaps now, yes... but what about back when? Some of us had to be the mean girls right? When you think back... where did you stand?
This is where my curiosity peeks. When is it exactly, when we ALL began to withhold judgement and recognized our sisters as equals, simply as another fellow woman...no better-no worse, just like me or you?
So...as I was getting my "look-see" in... I noticed several things unfolding all at once. Two other young ladies were arriving at the same bus stop but were stationed on the opposite corner, it was clear in an instant, these girls were not equals or friends. These two young ladies showed absolutely no signs of discomfort they sashayed up and carried themselves with an air about them... but it was that stinky old familiar air from Jr High. They gave no noticeable acknowledgement that the first girl there even existed. They were outfitted to the nines and they knew it.
The first young lady standing alone was clearly marching to a different drum; her own. I respected her for that and only wished that I had seen her emit the confidence to be ok with just being HER, it was clear, she just wasn't there yet. My thoughts were...she has however, taken the first step, just by being different. Her outfit was Purple and she was pleasantly plump in her purple, she had some unruly, fire red hair and furnished a pair of black and white checked sneakers... I think a guy from the band "cheap trick" used to wear those back in the 80's... anyhow, not quite teen Vogue material-- but so very cool in her own right! I love that in a person!
What happened next is what prompted today's post. The young lady and I, just as I was passing by her, made eye contact, she rolled her eyes just as the other two positioned themselves on the opposite corner from her. I felt the instant connection, and through her eyes, I felt I could read her thoughts; something along the lines of "Here we go again! Another day like yesterday and another one tomorrow!" and I wondered if she perhaps thought... "God, where the hell is the bus?"
That eye roll just sent off a message to me almost asking "Will this ever end?" My heart bled.
I really started thinking and what I have learned over the years is that God has placed all kinds of women in our lives from grade school to this very day today and they were/are all there / here to make a difference. What troubles me this morning is... when did I learn that? How old was I before I realized that if you allow your heart to open up, God would show you the best in all women?
My wish for today is that today's young ladies learn this most valuable life lesson as early as they can... lets teach them. It's ok to have the little "look-see" if we must... just don't judge it.
Friday, September 5, 2008
Hello, yeah, it's been a while...
ARTIST: England Dan and John Ford Coley
TITLE: I'd Really Love to See You Tonight
"Hello, yeah, it's been a while Not much, how 'bout you I'm not sure why I "Blogged" I guess I really just wanted to talk to you."
Well... I am back. Giving a few moments of myself today to thank everybody for all of the support you have given me since my diagnosis last January. I have implemented life style changes as well as having changed my mindset... I have lost, to date, 40 lbs. of body weight and I have also lost a great deal of the unnecessary stresses that simply do not matter. When faced with an ultimatum of life or death, I chose life. I have a son, a man & a family who loves me beyond words... I want to share my life with them until death do us part...death being--much later than sooner!!
I don't really know why my writing was put on the back burner, but internally I must have had reasons. I hope to get back at it as of today. I thank you all again and again for your unending support through some most difficult times. A feeling of Peace wraps itself around me knowing that your all in my corner. Thank you all!! Love Heidi
TITLE: I'd Really Love to See You Tonight
"Hello, yeah, it's been a while Not much, how 'bout you I'm not sure why I "Blogged" I guess I really just wanted to talk to you."
Well... I am back. Giving a few moments of myself today to thank everybody for all of the support you have given me since my diagnosis last January. I have implemented life style changes as well as having changed my mindset... I have lost, to date, 40 lbs. of body weight and I have also lost a great deal of the unnecessary stresses that simply do not matter. When faced with an ultimatum of life or death, I chose life. I have a son, a man & a family who loves me beyond words... I want to share my life with them until death do us part...death being--much later than sooner!!
I don't really know why my writing was put on the back burner, but internally I must have had reasons. I hope to get back at it as of today. I thank you all again and again for your unending support through some most difficult times. A feeling of Peace wraps itself around me knowing that your all in my corner. Thank you all!! Love Heidi
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
A Misplaced Angel
A misplaced angel, that's all - not lost, simply suspended between now and then.
This angel will encompass you always.
The Mother who awaited this angels arrival, sits now in wonder and in awe wishing she could hold and lull her tiny angel into it's precious sleep each night.
"Eternity" is this angels name... forging forward with Gods blessing to forever watch over it's family to be.
"Eternity" had a purpose; a purpose greater than what this short visit on earth could have fulfilled.
Our good Lords precious harvest today, will one day bear the fruitful revelation as to why.
Until that day, you'll wait, you will live and you will all carry on... and with every passing day I pray you will all take comfort in the fact that God has given your family protection from harm. You will be embraced by the wings of "Eternity"
One day Mother, you will place your hand upon the chest of "Eternity", you will absorb that endless heartbeat and become one all over again.
You will finally lull that angel into a precious sleep and as you swaddle your angel; a story will unfold.
As you both stare deep into each others eyes, "you" will share gratitude for a lifetime overseen and "Eternity" will at last sleep peacefully & deservedly in the Mothers arms so longed for.
I am very sorry for your loss & wish you all peace. I hope my words can in some way comfort you.
This angel will encompass you always.
The Mother who awaited this angels arrival, sits now in wonder and in awe wishing she could hold and lull her tiny angel into it's precious sleep each night.
"Eternity" is this angels name... forging forward with Gods blessing to forever watch over it's family to be.
"Eternity" had a purpose; a purpose greater than what this short visit on earth could have fulfilled.
Our good Lords precious harvest today, will one day bear the fruitful revelation as to why.
Until that day, you'll wait, you will live and you will all carry on... and with every passing day I pray you will all take comfort in the fact that God has given your family protection from harm. You will be embraced by the wings of "Eternity"
One day Mother, you will place your hand upon the chest of "Eternity", you will absorb that endless heartbeat and become one all over again.
You will finally lull that angel into a precious sleep and as you swaddle your angel; a story will unfold.
As you both stare deep into each others eyes, "you" will share gratitude for a lifetime overseen and "Eternity" will at last sleep peacefully & deservedly in the Mothers arms so longed for.
I am very sorry for your loss & wish you all peace. I hope my words can in some way comfort you.
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