The Beautiful Poetry of Jim Morrison – Poets Who Inspire!

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I was only 8 years old when Jim Morrison passed away, but I will always remember my sister with several of the doors posters hanging on her wall and she and her friends playing their music on the record player.  My favorite song was always “Light My Fire,” but now as an adult, I can say I like some of their other songs as well. This band made a huge impact on the music industry, but many people didn’t realize Jim Morrison was also a poet who at one point in his life actually wanted to leave the music industry to write poetry books.  Thank goodness he was able to leave a book of poetry back here for us all to read.

We can all agree that Morrison was a person who made his own rules and didn’t care much for authority, but after all of that is said and done, he was a very talented individual and at the end of the day, he was also a talented poet.  I have posted three poems below that was written by him and I hope you all enjoy them!

James Douglas Morrison (December 8, 1943 – July 3, 1971) was an American singer, songwriter and poet, best remembered as the lead vocalist of the rock band the Doors. Due to his poetic lyrics, distinctive voice, wild personality, performances, and the dramatic circumstances surrounding his life and early death, Morrison is regarded by music critics and fans as one of the most iconic and influential front men in rock music history. Since his death, his fame has endured as one of popular culture’s most rebellious and oft-displayed icons, representing the generation gap and youth counterculture.

Together with Ray Manzarek, Morrison co-founded the Doors during the summer of 1965 in Venice, California. The band spent two years in obscurity until shooting to prominence with their #1 single in the United States, “Light My Fire,” taken from their self-titled debut album. Morrison wrote or co-wrote many of the Doors’ songs, including the hits “Light My Fire”, “Break On Through (To the Other Side),” “The End,” “Moonlight Drive,” “People are Strange”, “Hello, I Love You,” “Roadhouse Blues,” “L.A. Woman,” and “Riders on the Storm.” Morrison recorded a total of six studio albums with the Doors, all of which sold well and received critical acclaim. Though the Doors recorded two more albums after Morrison died, his death severely affected the band’s fortunes, and they split up in 1973. In 1993, Jim Morrison, as a member of the Doors, was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.

Morrison developed an alcohol dependency during the 1960s, which at times affected his performances on stage. He died unexpectedly at the age of 27 in Paris. As no autopsy was performed, the cause of Morrison’s death remains unknown.

POWER

I can make the earth stop in
its tracks. I made the
blue cars go away.
I can make myself invisible or small.

I can become gigantic and reach the
farthest things. I can change
the course of nature.
I can place myself anywhere in
space or time.

I can summon the dead.
I can perceive events on other worlds,
in my deepest inner mind,
and in the minds of others.

I can.

I am.

 

Newborn Awakening

Gently they stir, gently rise.
The dead are newborn awakening.
With ravaged limbs and wet souls.
Gently they sigh in rapt funeral amazement.
Who called these dead to dance?

Was it the young woman learning to play the ghost song on her baby grand?
Was it the wilderness children?
Was it the ghost god himself, stuttering, cheering, chatting blindly?

I called you up to anoint the earth.
I called you to announce sadness falling like burned skin.
I called you to wish you well.
To glory in self like a new monster.
And now I call you to pray.

 

Freedom Exists

Did you know freedom exists
In school books
Did you know madmen are
Running our prisons

Within a jail, within a gaol
Within a white free protestant
Maelstrom

We’re perched headlong
On the edge of boredom
We’re reaching for death
On the end of a candle

We’re trying for something
That’s already found us

This poet-prophet rock idol flung the doors of perception wide open, and as we read his poetry, for an instant we become infinite. His words continue to echo in the young of heart. 

Poems and excerpt credit: culturacolectiva.com
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The Beautiful Poetry of Edgar Allan Poe – Poets Who Inspire!

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Edgar Allan Poe; born Edgar Poe; January 19, 1809 – October 7, 1849) was an American writer, editor, and literary critic. Poe is best known for his poetry and short stories, particularly his tales of mystery and the macabre. He is widely regarded as a central figure of Romanticism in the United States and of American literature as a whole, and he was one of the country’s earliest practitioners of the short story Poe is best known for his poetry and short stories, particularly his tales of mystery and the macabre. He is widely regarded as a central figure of Romanticism in the United States and of American literature, and he was one of the country’s earliest practitioners of the short story. He is generally considered the inventor of the detective fiction genre and is further credited with contributing to the emerging genre of science fiction. He was the first well-known American writer to earn a living through writing alone, resulting in a financially difficult life and career. Poe was born on January 19, 1809

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I have posted three of Poe’s poems which I fell in love with and which made an impact on my writing. I can honestly say that the Raven was a little scary the first time I read it. That was years ago, and now it is one of the poems that has truly stood out with me. Before reading his work, I never knew a poem could be so long! I hope each of you enjoy these poems as much as I have enjoyed them and still do.

The Raven

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,

Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—

While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,

As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.

“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—

Only this and nothing more.”

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;

And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.

Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow

From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore—

For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore—

Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain

Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;

So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating

“’Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door—

Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;—

This it is and nothing more.”

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,

“Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;

But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,

And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,

That I scarce was sure I heard you”—here I opened wide the door;—

Darkness there and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,

Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;

But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,

And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore?”

This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!”—

Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,

Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.

“Surely,” said I, “surely that is something at my window lattice;

Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore—

Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;—

’Tis the wind and nothing more!”

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,

In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;

Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;

But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door—

Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door—

Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,

By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,

“Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven,

Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore—

Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!”

Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,

Though its answer little meaning—little relevancy bore;

For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being

Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door—

Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,

With such name as “Nevermore.”

But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only

That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.

Nothing farther then he uttered—not a feather then he fluttered—

Till I scarcely more than muttered “Other friends have flown before—

On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before.”

Then the bird said “Nevermore.”

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,

“Doubtless,” said I, “what it utters is its only stock and store

Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster

Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore—

Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore

Of ‘Never—nevermore’.”

But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,

Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;

Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking

Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore—

What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore

Meant in croaking “Nevermore.”

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing

To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core;

This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining

On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o’er,

But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o’er,

She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer

Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.

“Wretch,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent thee

Respite—respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore;

Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!”

Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!—

Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,

Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted—

On this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore—

Is there—is there balm in Gilead?—tell me—tell me, I implore!”

Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!

By that Heaven that bends above us—by that God we both adore—

Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,

It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore—

Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.”

Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

“Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting—

“Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!

Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!

Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door!

Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!”

Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting

On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;

And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,

And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;

And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor

Shall be lifted—nevermore!

A Dream Within a Dream

Take this kiss upon the brow!

And, in parting from you now,

Thus much let me avow —

You are not wrong, who deem

That my days have been a dream;

Yet if hope has flown away

In a night, or in a day,

In a vision, or in none,

Is it therefore the less gone?

All that we see or seem

Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar

Of a surf-tormented shore,

And I hold within my hand

Grains of the golden sand —

How few! yet how they creep

Through my fingers to the deep,

While I weep — while I weep!

O God! Can I not grasp

Them with a tighter clasp?

O God! can I not save

One from the pitiless wave?

Is all that we see or seem

But a dream within a dream?

“Alone”

From childhood’s hour I have not been

As others were—I have not seen

As others saw—I could not bring

My passions from a common spring—

From the same source I have not taken

My sorrow—I could not awaken

My heart to joy at the same tone—

And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—

Then—in my childhood—in the dawn

Of a most stormy life—was drawn

From ev’ry depth of good and ill

The mystery which binds me still—

From the torrent, or the fountain—

From the red cliff of the mountain—

From the sun that ’round me roll’d

In its autumn tint of gold—

From the lightning in the sky

As it pass’d me flying by—

From the thunder, and the storm—

And the cloud that took the form

(When the rest of Heaven was blue)

Of a demon in my view—

Source: American Poetry: The Nineteenth Century (1993)

The Beautiful Poetry of Maya Angelou – Poets Who Inspire!

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I will be posting poetry by poets who have inspired not only myself; but millions of people around the world. These poets have made a huge impact on the lives of those who read their books, but also those whom may have suffered through similar experiences and can relate.

Today I am posting the inspirational poems by Maya Angelou.

Maya Angelou was born Marguerite Johnson in St. Louis, Missouri, on April 4, 1928. She grew up in St. Louis and Stamps, Arkansas. She was an author, poet, historian, songwriter, playwright, dancer, stage and screen producer, director, performer, singer, and civil rights activist. She was best known for her seven autobiographical books: Mom & Me & Mom (Random House, 2013); Letter to My Daughter (Random House, 2008); All God’s Children Need Traveling Shoes (Random House, 1986); The Heart of a Woman (Random House, 1981); Singin’ and Swingin’ and Gettin’ Merry Like Christmas (Random House, 1976); Gather Together in My Name (Random House, 1974); and I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings (Random House, 1969), which was nominated for the National Book Award.

Angelou died on May 28, 2014, in Winston-Salem, North Carolina, where she had served as Reynolds Professor of American Studies at Wake Forest University since 1982. She was eighty-six.

Please sit back, relax and inhale each word of the poems below.  I hope each of you enjoy them and get something out of each of them!

Taken from Poets.org.

I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

A free bird leaps on the back
Of the wind and floats downstream
Till the current ends and dips his wing
In the orange suns rays
And dares to claim the sky.

But a BIRD that stalks down his narrow cage
Can seldom see through his bars of rage
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
Of things unknown but longed for still
And his tune is heard on the distant hill for
The caged bird sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
And the trade winds soft through
The sighing trees
And the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright
Lawn and he names the sky his own.

But a caged BIRD stands on the grave of dreams
His shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with
A fearful trill of things unknown
But longed for still and his
Tune is heard on the distant hill
For the caged bird sings of freedom.

 

Still I Rise

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
’Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
’Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

Alone

Lying, thinking
Last night
How to find my soul a home
Where water is not thirsty
And bread loaf is not stone
I came up with one thing
And I don’t believe I’m wrong
That nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

There are some millionaires
With money they can’t use
Their wives run round like banshees
Their children sing the blues
They’ve got expensive doctors
To cure their hearts of stone.
But nobody
No, nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Now if you listen closely
I’ll tell you what I know
Storm clouds are gathering
The wind is gonna blow
The race of man is suffering
And I can hear the moan,
‘Cause nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

 

The Beautiful Poetry of Gwendolyn Brooks – Poets Who Inspire!

 

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Gwendolyn Elizabeth Brooks was an African-American poet. She was appointed Poet Laureate of Illinois in 1968 and Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress in 1985.
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Gwendolyn Elizabeth Brooks was born on June 7, 1917, in Topeka, Kansas, the first child of David Anderson Brooks and Keziah Wims. Her mother was a former school teacher who had chosen that field because she could not afford to attend medical school. (Family lore held that her paternal grandfather had escaped slavery to join Union forces during the American Civil War.) When Brooks was six weeks old, her family moved to Chicago, Illinois during the Great Migration; from then on, Chicago was her hometown. She went by the nickname “Gwendie” among her close friends.

Gwendolyn Brooks is one of the most highly regarded, influential, and widely read poets of 20th-century American poetry. She was a much-honored poet, even in her lifetime, with the distinction of being the first Black author to win the Pulitzer Prize. She also was poetry consultant to the Library of Congress—the first Black woman to hold that position—and poet laureate of the State of Illinois. Many of Brooks’s works display a political consciousness, especially those from the 1960s and later, with several of her poems reflecting the civil rights activism of that period. Her body of work gave her, according to critic George E. Kent, “a unique position in American letters. Not only has she combined a strong commitment to racial identity and equality with a mastery of poetic techniques, but she has also managed to bridge the gap between the academic poets of her generation in the 1940s and the young Black militant writers of the 1960s.”

Taken from the Poetry Foundation: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/gwendolyn-brooks

TO BE IN LOVE

To be in love
Is to touch with a lighter hand.
In yourself you stretch, you are well.
You look at things
Through his eyes.
A cardinal is red.
A sky is blue.
Suddenly you know he knows too.
He is not there but
You know you are tasting together
The winter, or a light spring weather.
His hand to take your hand is overmuch.
Too much to bear.
You cannot look in his eyes
Because your pulse must not say
What must not be said.
When he
Shuts a door-
Is not there_
Your arms are water.
And you are free
With a ghastly freedom.
You are the beautiful half
Of a golden hurt.
You remember and covet his mouth
To touch, to whisper on.
Oh when to declare
Is certain Death!
Oh when to apprize
Is to mesmerize,
To see fall down, the Column of Gold,
Into the commonest ash.

WE REAL COOL

The Pool Players.
Seven at the Golden Shovel.

We real cool. We
Left school. We

Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We

Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We

Jazz June. We
Die soon

YOUNG AFRIKANS

of the furious

Who take Today and jerk it out of joint
have made new underpinnings and a Head.

Blacktime is time for chimeful
poemhood
but they decree a
jagged chiming now.

If there are flowers flowers
must come out to the road. Rowdy!—
knowing where wheels and people are,
knowing where whips and screams are,
knowing where deaths are, where the kind kills are.

As for that other kind of kindness,
if there is milk it must be mindful.
The milkofhumankindness must be mindful
as wily wines.
Must be fine fury.
Must be mega, must be main.

Taking Today (to jerk it out of joint)
the hardheroic maim the
leechlike-as-usual who use,
adhere to, carp, and harm.

And they await,
across the Changes and the spiraling dead,
our Black revival, our Black vinegar,
our hands, and our hot blood.

THE MOTHER

Abortions will not let you forget.
You remember the children you got that you did not get,
The damp small pulps with a little or with no hair,
The singers and workers that never handled the air.
You will never neglect or beat
Them, or silence or buy with a sweet.
You will never wind up the sucking-thumb
Or scuttle off ghosts that come.
You will never leave them, controlling your luscious sigh,
Return for a snack of them, with gobbling mother-eye.

I have heard in the voices of the wind the voices of my dim killed
children.
I have contracted. I have eased
My dim dears at the breasts they could never suck.
I have said, Sweets, if I sinned, if I seized
Your luck
And your lives from your unfinished reach,
If I stole your births and your names,
Your straight baby tears and your games,
Your stilted or lovely loves, your tumults, your marriages, aches,
and your deaths,
If I poisoned the beginnings of your breaths,
Believe that even in my deliberateness I was not deliberate.
Though why should I whine,
Whine that the crime was other than mine?–
Since anyhow you are dead.
Or rather, or instead,
You were never made.
But that too, I am afraid,
Is faulty: oh, what shall I say, how is the truth to be said?
You were born, you had body, you died.
It is just that you never giggled or planned or cried.

Believe me, I loved you all.
Believe me, I knew you, though faintly, and I loved, I loved you
All.

Beautiful Poems by Christina Georgina Rossetti – Poets Who Inspire!

 

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Since I love writing and love creating beautiful poetry, I thought it would be a great idea to highlight some of the great poets past and present.  I decided to start off with the late, great poet “Christina Georgina Rosetti.

TAKEN FROM WIKIPEDIA:

Christina Georgina Rossetti was an English poet who wrote a variety of romantic, devotional, and children’s poems. She is famous for writing “Goblin Market” and “Remember”. en.wikipedia.org

  •  December 5, 1830, London, England, UK
  •  December 29, 1894, London, England, UK
  •  Cancer
  •  British

One Sea – Side Grave

Unmindful of the roses,
Unmindful of the thorn,
A reaper tired reposes
Among his gathered corn:
So might I, till the morn!
Cold as the cold Decembers,
Past as the days that set,
While only one remembers
And all the rest forget, –
But one remembers yet.

Remember

Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann’d:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterward remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.

 

Echo

Come to me in the silence of the night;
Come in the speaking silence of a dream;
Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright
As sunlight on a stream;
Come back in tears,
O memory, hope, love of finished years.

O dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter sweet,
Whose wakening should have been in Paradise,
Where souls brimful of love abide and meet;
Where thirsting longing eyes
Watch the slow door
That opening, letting in, lets out no more.

Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live
My very life again though cold in death:
Come back to me in dreams, that I may give
Pulse for pulse, breath for breath:
Speak low, lean low
As long ago, my love, how long ago.

Who Has Seen the Wind?

Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you.
But when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing through.
Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I.
But when the trees bow down their heads,
The wind is passing by.

Broken Heart Syndrome

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Peace can be the smallest or the largest of things.

Living in peace is something many of us want more than anything in this world.

Finding peace can sometimes be difficult, especially when one is dealing with the loss of a spouse. The grief journey goes on and on and feels like it’s never going to stop!

Grief has a way of opening doors for denial, depression, stress & anger, often times leading right up to acceptance and even death.

There have case studies done where a spouse has passed away leaving their husband and/or wife to mourn and grieve their death.

Scientists have proven that intense grief weakens the body’s immune system leaving it more vulnerable to infections.

This is called “Broken Heart Syndrome.”

Broken heart syndrome is a temporary heart condition that’s often brought on by stressful situations, such as the death of a loved one. The condition can also be triggered by a serious physical illness or surgery. People with broken heart syndrome may have sudden chest pain or think they’re having a heart attack.

I found the article below and link to the daily mail to be pretty informative.

Read more: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2120137/Broken-heart-kill-Losing-loved-really-CAN-make-die-broken-heart.html#ixzz54gOflVdt 

 

The Death of Philomena Lynott – The Mother of Thin Lizzy Front Man, Philip Parris Lynott!

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Wednesday, June 12, 2019 was a sad day in Ireland. Philomena Lynott, the mother of Thin Lizzy front man, Phil Lynott died at her home in Sutton at the age of 88. Ms. Lynott had been battling cancer for years and had refused treatment stating she wanted to die with dignity. Philomena was first diagnosed with lung cancer in 2015 but fought it off after undergoing radiotherapy treatment. Throughout the years she interviewed with several television shows and stated that she felt as though if she were to start receiving chemotherapy that after each treatment, she would just go home and curl up in the bed and be cranky; after all, Philomena was a very out-going woman with a beautiful heart and bubbly personality. In 2018 after a scan it was revealed her cancer had returned.

Philomena was a strong woman and went through a living hell after the birth of her son, Philip August 20, 1949. In an interview with The Irish Sun she recalled the days after her baby was born. “Back in those days if a child was born out of wedlock they would write ‘illegitimate bastard’ on their birth certificate. “That’s what was written on his. I was thrown into a workhouse and spat at because I had a black baby. It was a terrible, terrible time.

After leaving the work house Philomena took her baby to Crumlin to stay with her mother, Sarah and her father whom would help raise Philip while his mother went to the UK to find work. There she met a man named Dennis Keeley, where they set up a hotel in ­Manchester frequented by famous stars.

Later in his teens, Phil began to make a name for himself after joining some of the local bands, such as The Black Eagles,” and later “Skid Row” founded by one of his friends, Brendan “Brush Shields,” but after losing his position as lead singer following surgery to remove his tonsils. Lynott got together with friends, Brian Downey, Eric Bell and Brian Roberson and Thin Lizzy was born. Phil became an icon as the front-man, and this amazing band blew up the charts with great hits like “The Boys are Back in Town” and “Waiting for an Alibi.”

Philomena would attend her son’s shows, sitting in the audience singing to the music, smiling at the crowd or laughing at Phil’s jokes as he worked the crowd as one of the most talented front men in rock history. The world fell in love with Thin Lizzy and Phil Lynott. The group toured the world, the UK and even the USA. The band had such a huge impact on everyone they met and performed for and their fan base continued to grow all over the world. Unfortunately it wouldn’t last, and Philomena would find herself suffering through the worst hell any parent could imagine when her beloved Phil passed away on January 4, 1986 at the age of 36 from septicemia as a result of his heroin addiction. She was crushed, the world has she knew it was gone and she didn’t know if she could make it without her child and didn’t know if she even wanted to.

TAKEN FROM THE IRISH SUN:

She claimed it was meeting another grieving mother, who lost three children in the Stardust tragedy, tending the tombstone of her deceased children in the same cemetery where Phil was buried which changed her life. Philomena said: “That was the day I stopped grieving for Phil.”

Regularly attending gigs, and the annual Vibes for Philo, Philomena was rock royalty in Ireland, and was on hand with Dublin’s then-Lord Mayor, Catherine Byrne, to see a life-size sculpture of her son unveiled on Harry Street, just off Grafton Street, in January 2009.

DAILY VISITS TO ST. FINTAN’S CEMETERY:
Visiting her son’s grave daily, Philomena would clean off the leaves, change the flowers, remove the many guitar picks and other gifts left by the many fans around the world who would fly in to visit his grave and take photos next to his statue.

This is a woman who loved life, loved her son and made sure his legacy lived on years after his death. She will be buried at St. Fintan’s Cemetery.

Rest in Peace Philomena, you will truly be missed!

Phil wrote a song for his mother titled “Philomena!”

Everybody, Somebody, Anybody & Nobody!

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Photo credit: Bing Images

This is a little story about four people named Everybody, Somebody, Anybody, and Nobody.  There was an important job to be done and Everybody was sure that Somebody would do it.
Anybody could have done it, but Nobody did it.
Somebody got angry about that because it was Everybody’s job.
Everybody thought that Anybody could do it, but Nobody realized that Everybody wouldn’t do it.
It ended up that Everybody blamed Somebody when Nobody did what Anybody could have done

My List of 10 Beautiful but Sad Songs!

1. Still in Love With You – Thin Lizzy

SONG LYRICS

Think I’ll fall to pieces
If I don’t find something else to do
This sadness it never ceases
Oh I’m still in love with you

My head, it keeps on reeling
It’s got me in a crazy spin
Darling, darling, darling
Is this the end?

Still in love with you

They say time has a way of healing
Dries all the tears from your eyes
But darling it’s this empty feeling
My heart can’t disguise

After all that we’ve been through
I try my best but it’s no use
I guess I’ll just keep on loving you
Is this the end?

Still in love with you

Still in love with you

Now that it’s all over, boy
There’s something I think you should know
Baby, baby, think it over
Just one more time before you go

Call on me baby
If there’s anything I can do for you
Please call on me baby
Help me see it through

Still in love with you
Still in love with you
Still in love with you

WRITTEN BY: PHILIP PARRIS LYNOTT

2. Cry Baby – Janis Joplin

SONG LYRICS

Cry cry baby, cry baby, cry baby,
Welcome back home.

Now he told you, that he loved you much more than I
But he left you and you don’t you just don’t know why
And when you don’t know what to do
You come running and

[Chorus]

Well I can always lose,
Don’t you know nobody can love you the way that I do
Take the pain and the heartache too
Ah honey you know that I’ll be around
When you need to

[Chorus]

Welcome back home

I’ve spent so many nights
Just waiting for you to come walking through that door
And even tho you’ve made a fool of me so many times before
I know that all it takes is just the sight of your face
To make me realize that I will always love you darlin
And I can see that you got some more tears to shed
I can see it baby, cause your eyes, your eyes are getting red

So c’mon, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon c’mon
Cry cry baby, cry baby, cry baby,
Cry cry baby, cry baby, cry baby,

WRITTEN BY: TOM RUSSELL, JONATHAN SEYMOUR, ROMILY WALDEN, RICHARD WALDRON & TOM LAMB

3. The Ghetto – Elvis Presley

SONG LYRICS

As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin’
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto

And his mama cries
Cause if there’s one thing that she don’t need
It’s another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto

People, don’t you understand
The child needs a helping hand
Or he’ll grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me,
Are we too blind to see,
Do we simply turn our heads

And look the other way
Well the world turns
And a hungry little boy with a runny nose
Plays in the street as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto

And his hunger burns
So he starts to roam the streets at night
And he learns how to steal
And he learns how to fight
In the ghetto

Then one night in desperation
A young man breaks away
He buys a gun, steals a car,
Tries to run, but he don’t get far
And his mama cries
As a crowd gathers ’round an angry young man
Face down on the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto

As her young man dies,
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin’,
Another little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries

WRITTEN BY: MAC DAVIS

4. I’m Living in Shame – Diana Ross and the Supremes

SONG LYRICS

Mom was cooking bread
She wore a dirty raggety scarf around her head
Always had her stockings low
Rolled to her feet, she just didn’t know
She wore a sloppy dress
Oh no matter how she tried, she always looked a mess
Out of the pot she ate, never used a fork or a dinner plate
I was always so ashamed for my uptown friends to see her
Afraid one day when I was grown that I would be her

In a college town, away from home, a new identity I found
Said I was born elite, with maids and servants at my feet
I must have been insane
I lied and said my mom died on a weekend trip to Spain
She never got out of the house, never even boarded a train
I married a guy, was livin’ high
I didn’t want him to know her
She had a grandson, two years old
I never even showed her

I’m livin’ in shame, Momma, I miss you
I know you are not to blame, Momma, I miss you

Came the telegram
Mom passed away while making homemade jam
Before she died, she cried to see me by her side
She always did her best, ah! cookin’, cleanin’
Always in the same old dress
Workin’ hard down on her knees
Always try’n to please
Momma! Momma! Momma, do you hear me
Momma! Momma! Momma, do you hear me

I’m livin’ in shame, Momma, I miss you
I know you’ve done your best
Momma, I miss you
Won’t you forgive me Momma
For all the wrong I’ve done
I know you have done your best
I know you have done your very best you could
But I never understood
Workin’ hard on your knees
Momma, you were always, always tryin’ to please

WRITTEN BY: BERRY GORDY JR, FRANK EDWARD WILSON, HENRY COSBY, PAMELA JOAN SAWYER & R. DEAN TAYLOR

5. Let’s Get It On – Marvin Gaye

SONG LYRICS

I’ve been really tryin’, baby
Tryin’ to hold back these feeling for so long
And if you feel, like I feel baby
Then come on, oh come on

Let’s get it on, oh baby
Lets get it on, let’s love baby
Let’s get it on, sugar
Let’s get it on, whoa

We’re all sensitive people
With so much to give, understand me sugar
Since we got to be here
Let’s live, I love you

There’s nothin’ wrong with me
Lovin’ you, baby love, love
And givin’ yourself to me can never be wrong
If the love is true, oh baby

Don’t you know how sweet and wonderful life can be?
I’m askin’ you baby to get it on with me, oh oh
I ain’t gonna worry, I ain’t gonna push
I won’t push you baby
So come on, come on, come on, come on baby
Stop beatin’ round the bush, hey

Let’s get it on, let’s get it on
You know what I’m talkin’ ’bout
Come on baby, let your love come out
If you believe in love
Let’s get it on, let’s get it on baby
This minute, oh yeah let’s get it on
Please, let’s get it on
I know you know what I been dreamin’ of, don’t you baby?
My whole body makes that feelin’ of love, I’m happy
I ain’t gonna worry, no I ain’t gonna push
I won’t push you baby, woo
Come on, come on, come on, come on darling
Stop beatin’ round the bush, hey
Oh, gonna get it on, threatin’ you, baby
I wanna get it on
You don’t have to worry that it’s wrong
If the spirit moves you
Let me groove you good
Let your love come down
Oh, get it on, come on baby
Do you know the meaning?
I’ve been sanctified, hey hey
Girl, you give me good feeling
So good somethin’ like sanctified
Oh dear I, baby
Nothing wrong with love
If you want to love me just let your self go
Oh baby, let’s get it on

Written by: MARVIN P. GAYE & EDWARD B. TOWNSEND

6. Little Ghetto Boy – Donny Hathaway

SONG LYRICS

Little ghetto boy, playing in the ghetto street
Whatcha’ gonna do when you grow up
And have to face responsiblity?
Will you spend your days and nights in the pool room?
Will you sell caps of madness to the neighborhood?
Little ghetto boy
You already know how proud life can be
’cause you’ve seen so much pain and misery

Little ghetto boy
Your daddy was blown away
He robbed that grocery store
Don’t you know that was a sad, sad old day?
All your young life
You’ve seen such misery and pain
The world is a cruel place to live
And it ain’t gonna change
You’re so young
You’ve got so far to go on
And don’t think you’ll reach your goal
Young man, little ghetto boy, look at you

Little ghetto boy
When, when, when you become a men
You can make things change if you just take the stand
You gotta believe it yourself in all you do
You’ve gotta fight to make it better
Then you will see how others will start believing to
Then, my son, things will start to get better

Everything has got to get better,
Everything has got to get better

Written by: ROBERT F. DIGGS,COREY WOODS ,EARL CEASAR DE ROUEN, EDWARD HOWARD & DARRYL ROBERT HILL
She comes down from Yellow Mountain
On a dark, flat land she rides
On a pony she named Wildfire
With a whirlwind by her side
On a cold Nebraska night
Oh, they say she died one winter
When there came a killing frost
And the pony she named Wildfire
Busted down its stall
In a blizard he was lost
She ran calling Wildfire
She ran calling Wildfire
She ran calling Wildfire
By the dark of the moon – I planted
But there came an early snow
There’s been a hoot-owl howling by my window now
For six nights in a row
She’s coming for me I know
And on Wildfire we’re both gonna go
We’ll be riding Wildfire
We’ll be riding Wildfire
We’ll be riding Wildfire
On Wildfire we’re gonna ride
Gonna leave sodbustin’ behind
Get these hard times right on out of our minds
Riding Wildffire

Written by: Michael Martin Murphey & Larry Cansler

8. Rainy Night in Georgia – Brook Benton

Song Lyrics

Hoverin’ by my suitcase
Tryin’ to find a warm place to spend the night
A heavy rain a fallin’
Seems I hear your voice callin’
“It’s all right”

A rainy night in Georgia
A rainy night in Georgia
I believe it’s rainin’ all over the world

Neon signs a flashin’
Taxi cabs and busses passin’ through the night
The distant moanin’ of a train
Seems to play a sad refrain to the night

A rainy night in Georgia
A rainy night in Georgia
I believe it’s rainin’ all over the world

How many times I’ve wondered
It still comes out the same
No matter how you look at it, think of it
You just got to do your own thing

I find me a place in a box car
So I take out my guitar to pass some time
Late at night when it’s hard to rest
I hold your picture to my chest
And I’m all right

A rainy night in Georgia
A rainy night in Georgia
I believe it’s rainin’ all over the world

WRITTEN BY: TONY JOE WHITE

9. And When I Die – Blood, Sweat & Tears

Song Lyrics

I’m not scared of dying
And I don’t really care
If it’s peace you find in dying
Well, then let the time be near

If it’s peace you find in dying
And if dying time is here just bundle up my coffin
‘Cause it’s cold way down there
I hear that it’s cold way down there
Yeah, crazy cold way down there

And when I die, and when I’m gone
There’ll be one child born
In this world to carry on, to carry on

Now troubles are many, they’re as deep as a well
I can swear there ain’t no heaven but I pray there ain’t no hell
Swear there ain’t no heaven and I pray there ain’t no hell
But I’ll never know by living, only my dying will tell
Yes, only my dying will tell, yeah, only my dying will tell

And when I die, and when I’m gone
There’ll be one child born
In this world to carry on, to carry on, yeah yeah

Give me my freedom for as long as I be
All I ask of living is to have no chains on me
All I ask of living is to have no chains on me
And all I ask of dying is to go naturally
Oh, I want to go naturally

Here I go, hey hey
Here comes the devil right behind
Look out children
Here he comes, here he comes, hey

Don’t want to go by the devil
Don’t want to go by demon
Don’t want to go by Satan
Don’t want to die uneasy
Just let me go naturally

And when I die and when I’m dead, dead and gone
There’ll be one child born
In our world to carry on, to carry on, yeah yeah

Written by: Laura Nyro

10. Ode to Billy Joe – Bobbie Gentry

SONG LYRICS

It was the third of June, another sleepy, dusty Delta day
I was out choppin’ cotton, and my brother was balin’ hay
And at dinner time we stopped and walked back to the house to eat
And mama hollered out the back door, y’all, remember to wipe your feet
And then she said, I got some news this mornin’ from Choctaw Ridge
Today, Billy Joe MacAllister jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge

And papa said to mama, as he passed around the blackeyed peas
Well, Billy Joe never had a lick of sense; pass the biscuits, please
There’s five more acres in the lower forty I’ve got to plow
And mama said it was shame about Billy Joe, anyhow
Seems like nothin’ ever comes to no good up on Choctaw Ridge
And now Billy Joe MacAllister’s jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge

And brother said he recollected when he, and Tom, and Billie Joe
Put a frog down my back at the Carroll County picture show
And wasn’t I talkin’ to him after church last Sunday night?
I’ll have another piece-a apple pie; you know, it don’t seem right
I saw him at the sawmill yesterday on Choctaw Ridge
And now ya tell me Billie Joe’s jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge

And mama said to me, child, what’s happened to your appetite?
I’ve been cookin’ all morning, and you haven’t touched a single bite
That nice young preacher, Brother Taylor, dropped by today
Said he’d be pleased to have dinner on Sunday, oh, by the way
He said he saw a girl that looked a lot like you up on Choctaw Ridge
And she and Billy Joe was throwing somethin’ off the Tallahatchie Bridge

A year has come and gone since we heard the news ’bout Billy Joe
And brother married Becky Thompson; they bought a store in Tupelo
There was a virus going ’round; papa caught it, and he died last spring
And now mama doesn’t seem to want to do much of anything
And me, I spend a lot of time pickin’ flowers up on Choctaw Ridge
And drop them into the muddy water off the Tallahatchie Bridge

Written by: Bobbie Gentry

10 Funny Children’s Poems!

While reading to two of my grandchildren this evening, I thought I would read them some poetry for children.  It turns out that it was a great idea!  They laughed so hard and didn’t want me to stop reading.  My times spent reading to them and allowing my 8 year old grandson read to me was priceless!  These are memories he along with his 3 year old sister and my grand-daughter will remember for years to come.  They love for grand mommy to read to them and with them and know grand mommy doesn’t mind getting silly and making them laugh. I am just doing my grandmotherly duties and loving it!cute-children-reading-books-vector-16041524

Below are 10 great poems for children:

Sick

By Shel Silverstein

“I cannot go to school today,”
Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
“I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash and purple bumps.
My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,
I’m going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I’ve counted sixteen chicken pox
And there’s one more–that’s seventeen,
And don’t you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut–my eyes are blue–
It might be instamatic flu.
I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
I’m sure that my left leg is broke–
My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button’s caving in,
My back is wrenched, my ankle’s sprained,
My ‘pendix pains each time it rains.
My nose is cold, my toes are numb.
I have a sliver in my thumb.
My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,
I hardly whisper when I speak.
My tongue is filling up my mouth,
I think my hair is falling out.
My elbow’s bent, my spine ain’t straight,
My temperature is one-o-eight.
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,
There is a hole inside my ear.
I have a hangnail, and my heart is–what?
What’s that? What’s that you say?
You say today is. . .Saturday?
G’bye, I’m going out to play!”

Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/sick-by-shel-silverstein

Now We Are Six

By A. A. Milne

When I was One,
I had just begun.
When I was Two,
I was nearly new.
When I was Three
I was hardly me.
When I was Four,
I was not much more.
When I was Five,
I was just alive.
But now I am Six,
I’m as clever as clever,
So I think I’ll be six now for ever and ever.

Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/now-we-are-six-by-a-a-milne

Waiting At The Window

By A. A. Milne

These are my two drops of rain
Waiting on the window-pane.

I am waiting here to see
Which the winning one will be.

Both of them have different names.
One is John and one is James.

All the best and all the worst
Comes from which of them is first.

James has just begun to ooze.
He’s the one I want to lose.

John is waiting to begin.
He’s the one I want to win.

James is going slowly on.
Something sort of sticks to John.

John is moving off at last.
James is going pretty fast.

John is rushing down the pane.
James is going slow again.

James has met a sort of smear.
John is getting very near.

Is he going fast enough?
(James has found a piece of fluff.)

John has quickly hurried by.
(James was talking to a fly.)

John is there, and John has won!
Look! I told you! Here’s the sun

Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/waiting-at-the-window-by-a-a-milne

Grandad Can’t See His Feet

© Graham Craven

Published: April 11, 2019

Granddad’s got new glasses,
But he still can’t see his feet.
No, his eyes are not the problem.
It’s the amount of food he eats.

People often stop and ask,
“Is his belly real,
Or did he eat a basketball
With last night’s evening meal?”

One day he’ll surely pop
And Gran will go berserk. She’ll say,
“See what you’ve done, you greedy old fool,
Making me more work.”

Granddad will simply laugh and say,
“Now look, my turtle dove,
If I keep getting bigger,
There’ll be more of me to love.”

He calls himself the perfect man,
“Every Grandma’s dream,”
Then a smirk spreads across his face
Like the cat that got the cream.

Granddad may be extra large,
But he’s a sweet and lovely guy,
The heavyweight champion of the world,
And the toffee apple of my eye.

Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/grandad-cant-see-his-feet

Snowball

By Shel Silverstein

I made myself a snowball
As perfect as could be.
I thought I’d keep it as a pet
And let it sleep with me.
I made it some pajamas
And a pillow for its head.
Then last night it ran away,
But first it wet the bed.

Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/snowball-by-shel-silverstein

My Big Fat Cat

© Christian M. Mitewu

Published: May 2017

I own a big fat cat-
The fattest for miles around.
Wherever there’s lots of food,
That’s where he’ll be found.

He’s really good at eating.
It’s a talent, I suppose.
I’m sure if he keeps at it
He’d win the talent shows.

I own a big fat cat-
He weighs at least a ton.
He couldn’t run to save his life.
Yes, he isn’t much fun.

His favourite room’s the kitchen.
(I’m sure we all know why.)
He eats just about everything,
So that’s why, with a sigh…

I’d like to tell you, Teacher,
I’d like to tell you straight,
I might have “accidentally” dropped
My homework in his plate.

Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/my-big-fat-cat

My Shadow

© Peter R Wolveridge

Published: November 26, 2018

I quite often look at my shadow.
I like how it follows me round
And does all the same things that I do
Without ever making a sound.

It hides when the weather is cloudy.
But I know it’s always quite near,
For later, as soon as the sun shines,
My shadow is bound to appear.

I’ve noticed sometimes in the evening,
While watching the sun going down,
My shadow gets all tired and lazy
And stretches right out on the ground.

But then when it comes to my bedtime,
I lie down and switch off the light.
My eyes close; I can’t help but wonder
Where shadows like mine go at night?

Perhaps it meets with other shadows,
Sits down and tells them about me,
The silly things that I’ve been doing
And hears its friends laughing with glee.

But when I awake in the morning,
I’m always delighted to see
As soon as I draw back the curtains,
My shadow’s there waiting for me.

Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/my-shadow-3

Mystic Magination Night!

© Patricia L. Cisco

Published: July 5, 2018

On one mystic, magic night,
Jack O Lanterns glowing bright,
kids with bags of candy sweet,
roam door to door and street to street,
all dressed up for trick or treat!

Wizards with wands, pirates with hooks,
monsters and clowns with spooky looks,

kings and queens with capes and crowns,
a princess in her royal gown,

witches with warts and fairies with wings
movies stars with sparkling rings,

vampires with fangs that bite,
ghost that boo all dressed in white.

Imaginations taken flight,
on that one mystic, magic night.

Oh, the fun of Halloween,
be young or old or in between!

Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/mystic-magination-night

A Child’s Goodnight

© Richard Thomas

Published: October 13, 2018

At night the sun lies down for sleep
And crickets sing a tune.
The bullfrogs croak and creatures creep
Beneath the watching moon.

The masked raccoons and possums prowl
Through meadows moist with dew.
The fireflies flash, coyotes howl,
And owls keep asking, “Who?”

At night our school is still and dark
And evening stars arrive.
And marble statues in the park
Appear to come alive.

Our nation’s flag’s been taken down
And city streets are bare.
Awakened bats soar over town
As nightmares children scare.

At night I hear my father snore
And baby brother cry
As shadows slide across the floor
And trucks go rumbling by.

I hear a siren’s urgent squeal
While I lie safe in bed.
My hamster racing on its wheel
And raindrops overhead.

At night I hear the floorboards creak
And neighbor’s car meow.
I feel my pillow press my cheek
And night air cool my brow.

I think about the recent past
And plan the coming day
Until I fall asleep at last
And dream the night away.

Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/a-childs-goodnight

Magical Wishes

© Richard M. Deets

Published: December 2008

If I were a magician with dancing eyes,
I’d grant all your wishes for a smile.
Sunny skies full of waltzing butterflies,
New friends to share your toys (for a while).

Two big purple teddy bears that speak,
Poodles that laugh, blue noodles that sigh,
Silly little mice dressed in pink boots that squeak,
Five polka dotted ice cream cones a mile high.

A dozen daisies dancing in a velvet case,
Triple rainbows after each gentle rain,
A magic mirror pool to reflect your pretty face,
And seven pennies for wishes not too plain.

I would give you twenty pop-up clowns,
Candy Leprechauns counting pick-up sticks,
Unicorns to ride in parades through glass towns,
Colorful floating bubbles (just for kicks).

Furry little kittens to tickle your cheeks,
Fourteen canaries dressed in turquoise tights,
A pocketful of sweets to last you four weeks,
Three little piglets in fields of flowers flying kites,

Gold tickets for all the rides at your favorite sites,
Fifteen princes to carry all your stuff,
A blinking magic carpet for special flights,
And play rooms that tidy in a single puff.

I would hand you the world on a silver string
And listen to all the children laugh and sing.

Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/magical-wishes

Why We Die

Death and its entire process was introduced and came to pass as a direct result of sin. I am NOT saying that the death of our loved ones are the result of him or her being punished for a specific sin or sins. But we are all human beings, we are also sinners, and with that being said, we must ultimately face death.

Each of us will face God eventually and will be held accountable for our sins.

God promises that if we believe his son Jesus died for our sins, we will experience His forgiveness and thankfully, God keeps his promises to each of us.

We die a physical death because of Adam’s sin.

“The wages, or the penalty, of sin is death.” (Romans 6:23) Even though God has made this Abundantly clear; thankfully he makes it possible for each of us to escape eternal spiritual death by placing our faith in his son, Jesus Christ.

Thanatophobia is a Real Phobia Suffered by Many Individuals

While reading up on this phobia, I found this article on Wikipedia.

Death anxiety is anxiety which is caused by thoughts of death. One source defines death anxiety as a “feeling of dread, apprehension or solicitude (anxiety) when one thinks of the process of dying, or ceasing to ‘be'”. It is also referred to as Thanatophobia (fear of death), and is distinguished from Necrophobia, which is a specific fear of death or dying persons and/or things (i.e. others who are dead or dying, not one’s own death or dying).

Additionally, there is anxiety caused by death-related thought-content, which might be classified within a clinical setting by a psychiatrist as morbid and/or abnormal, which for classification pre-necessitates a degree of anxiety which is persistent and interferes with everyday functioning. Lower ego integrity, more physical problems, and more psychological problems are predictive of higher levels of death anxiety in elderly people because of how close to death they are to dying.

Predatory death anxiety

Predatory death anxiety arises from the fear of being harmed. It is the most basic and oldest form of death anxiety, with its origins in the first unicellular organisms’ set of adaptive resources. Unicellular organisms have receptors that have evolved to react to external dangers, along with self-protective, responsive mechanisms made to guarantee survival in the face of chemical and physical forms of attack or danger. In humans, predatory death anxiety is evoked by a variety of dangerous situations that put one at risk or threaten one’s survival. These traumas may be physical, psychological, or both. Predatory death anxiety mobilizes an individual’s adaptive resources and leads to a fight-or-flight response: active efforts to combat the danger of attempts to escape the threatening situation.

Predation or predator death anxiety

Predation or predator death anxiety is a form that arises when an individual harms another, physically and/or mentally. This form of death anxiety is often accompanied by unconscious guilt. This guilt, in turn, motivates and encourages a variety of self-made decisions and actions by the perpetrator of harm to others.

Existential death anxiety

Existential death anxiety stems from the basic knowledge that human life must end. Existential death anxiety is known to be the most powerful form.It is said that language has created the basis for existential death anxiety through communicative and behavioral changes.[11] Other factors include an awareness of the distinction between self and others, a full sense of personal identity, and the ability to anticipate the future.

Awareness of human mortality arose some 150,000 years ago. In that extremely short span of evolutionary time, humans have fashioned a single basic mechanism through which they deal with the existential death anxieties this awareness has evoked—denial. Denial is effected through a wide range of mental mechanisms and physical actions, many of which go unrecognized. While denial can be adaptive in limited use, excessive use is more common and is emotionally costly. Denial is the root of such diverse actions as breaking rules, violating frames and boundaries, manic celebrations, directing violence against others, attempting to gain extraordinary wealth and power—and more. These pursuits are often activated by a death-related trauma, and while they may lead to constructive actions, more often than not, they lead to actions that are damaging to self and others.

Thanatophobia

Sigmund Freud hypothesized that people express a fear of death, called Thanatophobia. He saw this as a disguise for a deeper source of concern. It was not actually death that people feared because in Freud’s view nobody believes in their own death. The unconscious does not deal with the passage of time or with negations, which does not calculate the amount of time left in one’s life. Furthermore, that which one does fear cannot be death itself, because one has never died. People who express death-related fears, actually are trying to deal with unresolved childhood conflicts that they cannot come to terms with or express emotion towards. The name Thanatophobia is made from the Greek figure of death known as Thanatos.

Wisdom: Ego integrity vs. despair

A developmental psychologist, Erik Erikson, formulated the psycho-social theory that explained that people progress through a series of crises as they grow older. The theory also envelops the concept that once an individual reaches the latest stages of life, they reach the level he titled as “ego integrity“. Ego Integrity is when one comes to terms with their life and accepts it. It was also suggested that when a person reaches the stage of late adulthood they become involved in a thorough overview of their life to date. When one can find meaning or purpose in their life, they have reached the integrity stage. In opposition, when individual views their life as a series of failed and missed opportunities, then they do not reach the ego integrity stage. Elders that have attained this stage of ego integrity are believed to exhibit less of an influence from death anxiety.

Terror management theory

Ernest Becker based this theory on existential views which turned death anxiety theories towards a new dimension. It said that death anxiety is not only real but also it is people’s most profound source of concern. He explained the anxiety as so intense that it can generate fears and phobias of everyday life—Fears of being alone or in a confined space. Based on the theory, many of people’s daily behavior consists of attempts to deny death and to keep their anxiety under strict regulation.

As an individual develops mortality salience, i.e. becomes more aware of the inevitability of death, they will instinctively try to suppress it out of fear. The method of suppression usually leads to mainstreaming towards cultural beliefs, leaning for external support rather than treading alone. This behavior may range from simply thinking about death to severe phobias and desperate actions.

Death and adjustment hypotheses

Main article: Death and adjustment hypotheses

Mohammad Samir Hossain postulated the Death and adjustment hypotheses. With the declaration of the hypotheses, two things were postulated. The first part of the hypotheses theorizes that death should not be considered the end of existence. The next segment states the belief that the immortal pattern of human existence can only be adopted in a morally rich life with the attitude towards morality and materialism balanced mutually.

Martin Heidegger, the German philosopher, on the one hand, showed death as something conclusively determined, in the sense that it is inevitable for every human being, while on the other hand, it unmasks its indeterminate nature via the truth that one never knows when or how death is going to come. Heidegger does not engage in speculation about whether being after death is possible. He argues that all human existence is embedded in time: past, present, future, and when considering the future, we encounter the notion of death. This then creates angst. Angst can create a clear understanding in one that death is a possible mode of existence, which Heidegger described as “clearing”. Thus, angst can lead to a freedom of existence, but only if we can stop denying our mortality (as expressed in Heidegger’s terminology as “stop denying being-for-death”).

Meaning management theory

Paul T. P. Wong‘s work on the meaning management theory indicates that human reactions to death are complex, multifaceted and dynamic. His “Death Attitude Profile” identifies three types of death acceptances as Neutral, Approach, and Escape acceptances. Apart from acceptances, his work also represents different aspects of the meaning of death fear that is rooted in the bases of death anxiety. The ten meanings he proposes are finality, uncertainty, annihilation, ultimate loss, life flow disruption, leaving the loved ones, pain, and loneliness, prematurity, and violence of death, failure of life work completion, judgment and retribution centered.

Other theories

Other theories on death anxiety were introduced in the late part of the twentieth century.The existential approach, with theorists such as Rollo May and Viktor Frankl, views an individual’s personality as being governed by the continuous choices and decisions in relation to the realities of life and death. Another approach is the regret theory which was introduced by Adrian Tomer and Grafton Eliason. The main focus of the theory is to target the way people evaluate the quality and/or worth of their lives. The possibility of death usually makes people more anxious if they feel that they have not and cannot accomplish any positive task in the life that they are living. Research has tried to unveil the factors that might influence the number of anxiety people to experience in life.

Personal meanings of death

See also: Meaning-making

Humans develop meanings and associate them with objects and events in their environment, provoking certain emotions within an individual. People tend to develop personal meanings of death which could accordingly be negative or positive for the individual. If they are positive, then the consequences of those meanings can be comforting (for example, ideas of a rippling effect left on those still alive). If negative they can cause emotional turmoil. Depending on the certain meaning one has associated with death, the consequences will vary accordingly whether they are negative or positive meanings.

Religiosity’s effect

The thought of death causes a different degree of anxiety for different individuals, depending on many factors.

Other studies have found a strong sense of religion in a person’s life can be related to a lower sense of anxiety towards death. Although there has been no association discovered between religiosity and death anxiety, it has also been shown that death anxiety tends to be lower in individuals who regularly attend religious meetings or gatherings. On a recent study, one hundred and sixty-five church participants have been asked to fill out the “Intrinsic Religious Motivation Scale, the Revised Death Anxiety Scale” and the results were analyzed using factor analyses, Pearson correlation, and linear and quadratic regression. All found an inverse relationship between intrinsic religious motivation and death anxiety. In short, the more religious you are, the less anxious you are about death because you may associate death with another beginning that is promised through many religions. The study also found that gender did not have an effect on religiosity and total death anxiety. A 2013 study involving people from the US, Turkey, and Malaysia found that religiosity is positively correlated with increased fear of death, meaning more religious individuals fear death more.

Children

The earliest documentation of the fear of death has been found in children as young as age 5. Psychological measures and reaction times were used to measure fear of death in young children. Recent studies that assess fear of death in children use questionnaire rating scales. There are many tests to study this including The Death Anxiety Scale for Children (DASC) developed by Schell and Seefeldt. However, the most common version of this test is the Revised Fear Survey Schedule for Children (FSSC-R). The FSSC-R describes specific fearful stimuli and children are asked to rate the degree to which the scenario/item makes them anxious or fearful. The most recent version of the FSSC-R presents the scenarios in a pictorial form to children as young as 4. It is called the Koala Fear Questionnaire (KFQ). The fear studies show that children’s fears can be grouped into five categories. One of these categories is death and danger. This response was found amongst children age 4 to 6 on the KFQ, and from age 7 to 10. Death is the most commonly feared item and remains the most commonly feared item throughout adolescence.

A study of 90 children, aged 4–8, done by Virginia Slaughter and Maya Griffiths showed that a more mature understanding of the biological concept of death was correlated to a decreased fear of death. This may suggest that it is helpful to teach children about death (in a biological sense), in order to alleviate the fear.

Relationship between adult attachment and death anxiety

There has been much literature that supports the existence of a correlation between one’s state of coping skills, mental health, emotions and cognitive reactions to stressful events, and one’s ability to regulate affect concerning one’s death anxiety. A series of tests determined that significantly high levels of death anxiety tend to occur in close relationships with an intimate partner (more so amongst females than males).

Sexes

The connection between death anxiety and one’s sex appears to be strong. Studies show that females tend to have more death anxiety than males. Thorson and Powell (1984) did a study to investigate this connection, and they sampled men and women from 16 years of age to over 60. The Death Anxiety Scale showed higher mean scores for women than for men. Moreover, researchers believe that age and culture could be major influences in why women score higher on death anxiety scales than men.

Through the evolutionary period, a basic method was created to deal with death anxiety and also as a means of dealing with loss. Denial is used when memories or feelings are too painful to accept and are often rejected. By maintaining that the event never happened, rather than accepting it, allows an individual more time to work through the inevitable pain. When a loved one dies in a family, denial is often implemented as a means to come to grips with the reality that the person is gone. Closer families often deal with death better than when coping individually. As society and families drift apart so does the time spent bereaving those who have died, which in turn leads to negative emotion and negativity towards death. Women, who are the child bearers and are often the ones who look after children hold greater concerns about death due to their caring role within the family. It is this common role of women that leads to greater death anxiety as it emphasizes the ‘importance to live’ for her offspring. Although it is common knowledge that all living creatures die, many people do not accept their own mortality, preferring not to accept that death is inevitable and that they will one day die.

Age

It is during the years of young adulthood (20 to 40 years of age) that death anxiety most often begins to become prevalent. However, during the next phase of life, the middle age adult years (40–64 years of age), death anxiety peaks at its highest levels when in comparison to all other age ranges throughout the lifespan. Surprisingly, levels of death anxiety then slump off in the old age years of adulthood (65 years of age and older). This is in contrast with most people’s expectations, especially regarding all of the negative connotations younger adults have about the elderly and the aging process (Kurlychek & Trenner, 1982).

Measuring death anxiety

There are many ways to measure death anxiety and fear. Katenbaum and Aeinsberg (1972) devised three propositions for this measurement. From this start, the ideologies about death anxiety have been able to be recorded and their attributes listed. Methods such as imagery tasks to simple questionnaires and apperception tests such as the Stroop test enable psychologists to adequately determine if a person is under stress due to death anxiety or suffering from a post-traumatic stress disorder. The Lester attitude death scale was developed in 1966 but not published until 1991 until its validity was proven. By measuring the general attitude towards death and also the inconsistencies with death attitudes, participants are scaled to their favorable value towards death.

Thanatophobia: The One Fear Everyone Has

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The Assumption that Makes Grief Hard

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Many people throughout the years and within different cultures may have assumed and believed that life on Earth would be easy and pain-free.

The fact of the matter is; that is not the case at all.  We shouldn’t give up hope of a pain – free life and/or existence, because God has promised each of us a better place for those who trust in Christ as Saviour and encourages each of us to console ourselves with that very HOPE.

We should all remain encouraged. This journey we’re on may be a long, tough one, but it’s one that we all can conquer and know that there are greater things waiting for us at the finish line!

Oceans – Hillsong United (Where Feet May Fail)

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This is one of the most beautiful, yet haunting worship songs I have ever heard. It’s not a long song with a lot of verses, yet it’s unique as lead singer, Taya Smith repeats the main chorus several times as she brings a wave a cold chills with her beautifully trained, soft and unstrained voice. The song is performed beautifully and the audience is fully embraced and engaged in their performance. It’s one of those songs you hear and you want to hear over and over again!

According to Wikipedia: Oceans is the third EP by Australian worship band Hillsong United.

The EP released on 10 September 2013, and features four versions of the song, “Oceans (Where Feet May Fail),” 

The song peaked at number one on the Billboard Christian Songs chart at the end of 2013. Billboard referred to the band’s name as “United” on the chart.

Background:

The song was one of the first ones the band wrote for Zion. Breathecast described the other versions of the song as follows: “The latter [second] version strips away a little of the cinematic strings effect as well as the extended bridge of the original. Rather, imbued with a acerbic drumming pattern and heftier production, it certainly has the package Christian radio is looking for. The Lark Remix which is third on the EP accelerates the tempo morphing this ballad into a club-like anthem with pacey dance beats, yet without destroying the reverential mode of the song.” He said of the fourth live version: “It is the most worshipful version”

Oceans (Where Feet May Fail) Hillsong United Song Lyrics
You call me out upon the waters
The great unknown where feet may fail
And there I find You in the mystery
In oceans deep
My faith will stand
And I will call upon Your name
And keep my eyes above the waves
When oceans rise, my soul will rest in Your embrace
For I am Yours and You are mine
Your grace abounds in deepest waters
Your sovereign hand
Will be my guide
Where feet may fail and fear surrounds me
You’ve never failed and You won’t start now
So I will call upon Your name
And keep my eyes above the waves
When oceans rise, my soul will rest in Your embrace
For I am Yours and You are mine
Spirit lead me where my trust is without borders
Let me walk upon the waters
Wherever You would call me
Take me deeper than my feet could ever wander
And my faith will be made stronger
In the presence of my Savior
Spirit lead me where my trust is without borders
Let me walk upon the waters
Wherever You would call me
Take me deeper than my feet could ever wander
And my faith will be made stronger
In the presence of my Savior
Spirit lead me where my trust is without borders
Let me walk upon the waters
Wherever You would call me
Take me deeper than my feet could ever wander
And my faith will be made stronger
In the presence of my Savior
I will call upon Your name
Keep my eyes above the waves
My soul will rest in Your embrace
I am Yours and You are mine
Songwriters: Joel Houston / Matt Crocker / Salomon Lighthelm

Oceans (Where Feet May Fail) lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Capitol Christian Music Group

Click the link to read and learn more about this amazing band.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oceans_(EP)

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Krzysztof Komeda-Trzcinski – Music Composer for the movie “Rosemary’s Baby!” (1968)

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Here’s a mini biography of Komeda who was born on April 27, 1931 in Poznan, Wielkopolskie, as Krzysztof Komeda-Trzcinski. He was a composer, known for Rosemary’s Baby (1968), The Fearless Vampire Killers (1967) and Mammals (1962). He was married to Zofia von Tittenbrun. He died on April 23, 1969 in Warsaw, Mazowieckie, Poland from head injuries he received in a car accident.

In December 1968, Krzysztof Komeda was walking with friends in the Hollywood Hills after a late night of drinking – Komeda was an alcoholic – when he fell, hitting his head. One of his friends picked him up but dropped him again, causing Komeda to hit his head again. He told his friends he was fine and was driven home, after which he developed flu-like symptoms and difficulty breathing. He was hospitalized with a blood clot on his brain, went into a coma and was at one point clinically dead. However, after emergency surgery, he resuscitated and after about a three-month stay, he was released. Komeda flew home to Warsaw with his wife,  Zofia von Tittenbrun but died there in April at the age of 38.

I fell in love with his music while watching “Rosemary’s Baby.”  The particular song I grew to love was titled “Moment Musical,” which is a soft piano playing melody that will make anyone want to sit and listen and get carried away to another world.

I hope you enjoy this song as much as I do!

 

 

Titles: Komeda: A Soundtrack for a Life
People: Krzysztof Komeda

 

The Gator Creek Band – “Dirty Boogie”

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I have always been a fan of music, and have always loved Clint Eastwood and Jessica Walters in all of their movies.

The movie “Play Misty for Me” is one of the very first movies that proved that women aren’t as innocent as some pretend to be, and can be a Fatal Attraction as men can be!

Gator Creek  Band a band out of Venice, Florida recorded a beautiful dance song that was a perfect fit for the movie, “Play Misty for Me!”  This band consisted of the following:

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– Allen Beutler — sax, flute

 

– Dee Barton (RIP 2001) – vocals, keyboards

 

– Mike Deasy — lead guitar, vocals 

 

– Kathy Deasy — vocals, percussion 

 

– Kenny Loggins — vocals, guitar

 

– Ray Neapolitan — bass 

 

– Mike O’Martin (aka Michael Omartian) — keyboards

 

 – Gene Pello — drums, percussion

 

They created a fun dance song under “Mercury Records;” titled Dirty Boogie (instrumental)   (Dee Barton). One of the most beautiful, fun songs I have ever heard.

Played in the opening sequence of the movie “Play Misty For Me” while Clint is driving in his Jaguar XK150 down the coast on California State Route 1 at Big Sur and across the Bixby Creek Bridge!

I love turning this song up as loud as I can and just losing myself in the music.

I hope you enjoy this song as much as I did when I first heard it!

 

The Gator Creek Band and Dirty Boogie.

 

Credit: Matz Katz

 

 

As I Grow- A Poem

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As I grow to know you more and more,
your strong, masculine beauty I adore.
Your strength and grace is so amazing,
my life so great now interchanging.

Our lives together have grown so great,
my feelings will never be of debate.
My actions are truly louder than words,
saying only I like you would be absurd.

Your chiseled face shows strength and wisdom
with dark eyes to match from another kingdom
You say my lips are soft as a petal of a rose.
I thank our father in heaven that it was me you chose.

Your beautiful, kind heart I will never take for granted.
When I’m in your presence I feel so enchanted.
My prayer is for our love to grow stronger each day.

Will I ever stop loving you?
To this, I say “NO WAY!”

Grief – The Sugar and Salt Process!

 

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When someone you love dies; often it doesn’t hit you all at once.  Often times it takes a while to register; your heart and mind are not accepting this event. Grief is a process and can appear at any time, or any place. Sometimes it creeps up on you like grains of salt or sugar. You may grieve in a happy way, remembering all the beautiful things your loved one said and places you traveled together. Remembering the many years spent together, silly things, like nights sitting by the fireplace, enjoying each other’s company. Remembering their smile, laughter, scent, their day to day activities; the love they had for their family, friends, pets, and life itself; can be so sweet that it helps the healing process, and through my Grief, I came to call this period the SUGAR PROCESS.  My memories of my loved ones were priceless and filled with unconditional love. This is why I gave this period of my grief journey that particular name.

Then there are the days that you can’t get out of bed; unimaginable pain and sorrow are just too great. Little things in life triggering a breakdown; Unable to pack your loved one’s personal effects, look at their photos, hear their favorite music, eat their favorite foods or visit their favorite places. This is what I have grown to call, the SALT PROCESS. When someone we love so much dies, it leaves a huge, gaping wound in our heart. Intense Grief can and will open that wound all over again. Creating thoughts of despair, releasing tension, anger, survivors’ guilt, fear, loss of appetite, depression and in many cases, hopelessness. It’s like pouring SALT on an open wound, not allowing it to heal. Often, it’s during this process, we can get stuck in our GRIEF! Love is Energy and we should all Live, Love & Laugh.
Enjoy your loved ones and give them their flowers while they are here on earth!

Anger With God After the Death of a Loved One

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Anger with God is always the result of a conclusion that a perfect God has treated us unjustly and that we have the right or the knowledge to judge God’s ways. We should take our heartfelt anger and pain to the Lord while holding on to the truths we know about Him. He is sovereign, faithful, trustworthy & righteous, and He has not wronged us.

We should talk to God.

God, I’ve been accusing You of things I know nothing about. You are God and Your good plan and Your perfect ways are beyond my comprehension. Someday I may understand, but for now, I will trust You.

Trusting God with our whole heart, helps mend the brokenness we are feeling and the distrust in him. He is mightier than mighty and his love is everlasting.  It may not make sense at first when our loved one dies, but in time, it will all make sense. We are only here temporarily and the lessons learned are for our own growth. We are all God’s children!

 

 

 

Only Once in Your Life

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“Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you’ve never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you. When something wonderful happens, you can’t wait to tell them about it, knowing they will share in your excitement. They are not embarrassed to cry with you when you are hurting or laugh with you when you make a fool of yourself. Never do they hurt your feelings or make you feel like you are not good enough, but rather they build you up and show you the things about yourself that make you special and even beautiful. There is never any pressure, jealousy or competition but only a quiet calmness when they are around. You can be yourself and not worry about what they will think of you because they love you for who you are. The things that seem insignificant to most people such as a note, song or walk become invaluable treasures kept safe in your heart to cherish forever. Memories of your childhood come back and are so clear and vivid it’s like being young again. Colors seem brighter and more brilliant. Laughter seems part of daily life where before it was infrequent or didn’t exist at all. A phone call or two during the day helps to get you through a long day’s work and always brings a smile to your face. In their presence, there’s no need for continuous conversation, but you find you’re quite content in just having them nearby. Things that never interested you before become fascinating because you know they are important to this person who is so special to you. You think of this person on every occasion and in everything you do. Simple things bring them to mind like a pale blue sky, gentle wind or even a storm cloud on the horizon. You open your heart knowing that there’s a chance it may be broken one day and in opening your heart, you experience a love and joy that you never dreamed possible. You find that being vulnerable is the only way to allow your heart to feel true pleasure that’s so real it scares you. You find strength in knowing you have a true friend and possibly a soul mate who will remain loyal to the end. Life seems completely different, exciting and worthwhile. Your only hope and security is in knowing that they are a part of your life.”

~Bob Marley
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Learning to Forgive: Part 5 of 5

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When we sincerely mean the words we pray, God has forgiven every sin we have ever committed and will commit. There is something that we all must remember if we start to condemn ourselves. If we have surrendered control of our lives to God, our-day-to day life will become different.

Everyone is a sinner. And the penalty for sin is death, eternal death, separation from God. God sent Jesus to die to pay the penalty for our sins so that we don’t have to. In all of these things, we must continue to trust in Him, believe in him and talk to him. When we start feeling down, depressed, anxious, and guilty and/or empty inside, we should ask God to come into our lives, and give us the strength to make it through this difficult time.

God, I am a sinner in need of Your forgiveness. Thank you for sending Jesus to pay for my sin and raising Him from the dead to overcome the power of sin and death. Without him doing so, there’s no way I could be forgiven or get over the guilt I feel. I receive Your gift of salvation and I know with all of my heart, soul, and mind, you are good, loving & faithful, God. I choose to entrust my life to You. Come into my life, and give me the strength, love, courage, understanding, wisdom, humbleness, & patience to make it through today, tomorrow & always!

Learning to Forgive: Part 4 of 5

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Each and every one of us would love to receive God’s forgiveness. “If we claim to be without sin, we deceive ourselves and the truth is not in us. If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness.” (1 John 1:8-9)

Remembering God’s Love

“Out of the depths I cry to you, O Lord; O Lord, hear my voice. Let your ears be attentive to my cry for mercy. If you, O Lord, kept a record of sins, O Lord, who could stand? But with you there is forgiveness.” (Psalm 130:1-4)
God’s forgiveness is a daily reminder of His unconditional love.

If we’ve trusted Christ to pay for our sins, we should also reflect upon the forgiveness we’ve experienced. It’s a constant reminder of His unparalleled love for us.

Sit and Talk to God

We should tell God we’ve ignored him, rejected him, shouted at him in anger and at times have wondered if he was truly good. Yet, here he is offering his unfailing love and forgiveness.
God, you love me so much. I can hardly believe it.

Learning to Forgive: Part 3 of 5

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Often times family and friends in an attempt to help a person grieving can say or do something that unintentionally hurts that person they are just trying to help.
This is why it is so important to write out or verbally discuss the things that are needed to assist us after we lose someone we love. Of course, family and friends want to be there and help out in many ways, But if there is no communication of the areas in which help is needed, sometimes there may be some confusion.

A PERSONAL MEMORY:

In an event to help me one day a friend of mine, went in my dresser and took my husbands clothing out without my permission, boxed them up and put them away in a closet in another room. I in one of my many breakdown moments went to the drawers where his clothing was supposed to be to get an item to hold, cry and possibly even smell, but the drawers were empty. I questioned the friend and they stated that his clothing was boxed up and placed in a closet in another room.
I immediately lost it and became angry. “How dare you touch his clothing, I stated as I stormed out of the room to go retrieve my husband’s clothing, it felt almost like I was going to save him from some sort of hurtful event. I just knew at that time, I had to go retrieve my husband’s clothing and how dare someone touch them.
After putting all of his clothing back into the dressers, I calmed down and later stopped and focused on a scripture in the book of {Job }
Then Job replied: “I have heard many things like these; miserable comforters are you all!” Job 16:1-2

What a comforting scripture. God instilled in me the strength to apologize for my behavior.

ADVICE THAT IS HURTFUL AND INSENSITIVE

We must remember that we will receive “advice” that is insensitive and hurtful. Although other people may mean well, they often say the wrong thing.
We still must seek forgiveness from God for any resentment we are holding and/or harboring against these people.

This is why it is so important to talk to God.
God, when I think back on some of the comments that have been said to me, I burn with frustration, fury, rage, and anger!
I am hurt Father God; But I want to get better, not worse, so I’m choosing to forgive. Help me stay committed to this process.

Learning to Forgive: Part 2 of 5

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What it means to forgive someone is to focus on God’ love as we forgive those whom may have hurt us.

FORGIVENESS IS:

A process
A commitment
A choice
Allowing God’s love to flow through us
Obedience to God
Canceling a debt

As we continue to talk to God we should tell him that we do not agree with what someone has done, but we chose to let him rule our heart when it comes to the situation at hand. We should also ask God to help us surrender this to him so we may learn what it truly means to forgive.

Learning to Forgive: Part 1 of 5

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Forgiveness may or may not be a subject you want to think about. Take time to talk to God about forgiveness and the feelings you may or may not be struggling with.

What it means for us to forgive.

God’s word to us is: “Forgive as the Lord forgave you.’ (Colossians 3:13)

God has forgiven us for many things.

Forgiveness can be difficult sometimes, but it is not impossible. If we desire to get our heart right with God and to heal, we must accept his forgiveness and forgive as God has forgiven us.

May is National Mental Health Awareness Month!

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Mental Health Awareness Month (also referred to as “Mental Health Month,” has been observed in the month of May in the United States since 1949, reaching millions of people in the United States through the media, local events, and screenings.

For many years there have been such a great Stigma attached to this disorder. Stigma is defined as a mark of disgrace associated with a circumstance, quality, or person, according to Merriam-Webster.

MERRIAM WEBSTER, INC:

Merriam-Webster, Inc., is an American company that publishes reference books and is especially known for its dictionaries. In 1828, George and Charles Merriam founded the company as G & C Merriam Co. in Springfield, Massachusetts.

Approximately 1 in 5 adults in the U.S. (46.6 million) experiences mental illness in a given year. Approximately 1 in 25 adults in the U.S. (11.2 million) experiences a serious mental illness in a given year that substantially interferes with or limits one or more major life activities.

SEVERE MENTAL ILLNESS:

Severe mental illness is often defined by its length of duration and the disability it produces. These illnesses include disorders that produce psychotic symptoms, such as schizophrenia and schizoaffective disorder, and severe forms of other disorders, such as major depression and bipolar disorder. It’s hard for many to believe that one in 17 people live with a serious mental illness such as schizophrenia or bipolar disorder. In addition to a person’s directly experiencing a mental illness, family, friends and communities are also affected. Families of individuals with mental illness suffer along side their loved one and many times find it difficult to know how to deal with that individual. I can honestly tell anyone, it takes educating yourself, going to appointments, listening without judging, assuring they know how much they are loved, they are not alone, and the door is always open if they need to talk. it’s also important to remember that a person’s mental health can change over time, depending on many factors:  When the demands placed on a person exceed their resources and coping abilities.

If you or someone you know is suffering in silence with a mental illness, or believe you are; please reach out for help in your city and state.

#break the stigma

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Lighthouse By the Sea

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At the lowest of moments;

and when times feel rough.

When we feel all hope is gone;

what we have is not enough.

Our spirit has been broken;

family and friends no longer there.

As the rough tides of the ocean;

seem to wash us out to sea;

and we feel no one cares.

When we feel there is no life-line;

and the problems are knee deep.

When faith in everything is gone;

and depression weakens our bones.

Just when we feel there is no hope;

we’re tired inside and out;

hurting deep within our soul.

There is still love on this earth;

people who cherish us and all

we have to offer this world.

Someone somewhere is the

beacon of light that shines

true, gracefully and bright.

If we take a look around us;

there is someone out there;

who is our strong lighthouse

standing by the sea, waiting to

guide us in from the tides that

bind and the troubled waters.

As we look up and around us;

we behold that light,  grasp it;

allow it to guide us in to shore.

and we began to stand strong;

as we see our dry bones come alive!

Phil Lynott and The King’s Call

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Solo in Soho is the first solo album by Irish rock singer Philip Lynott, released while he was still in Thin Lizzy. Current and former Lizzy members guested on the album, including: Scott Gorham, Brian Downey, Snowy White, and Gary Moore. Brian Robertson contributed to the writing of the song, “Girls”. The album was released in 1980.

The song “Kings Call,” track #2 on the album was released as both a 7 inch and 12 inch single. It is Lynott’s personal tribute to Elvis Presley. The song features Dire Straits, front-man Mark Knopfler on guitar. “King’s Call,” written by Phil Lynott, featuring and mixed by Knopfler is a true lament to Elvis Presley. As you listen to the words in this song, you began to realize that Phil was no different that any other Presley fan in the world. He along with everyone else was in shock and disbelief at the death of the King and everyone remembers where they were, what they were doing, and the pain they felt when they heard the news. It was devastating news to all that loved and still love him.

When Phil wrote this song, he probably never imagined that this would be how many people would feel when they heard the news of his death! I love this song and wish it would have been more popular in the USA. LONG LIVE THE KINGS!!

 

KING’S CALL SONG LYRICS

It was a rainy night the night the king went down
Everybody was crying it seemed like sadness had surrounded the town

Me? I went to the liquor store
And I bought a bottle of wine and a bottle of gin
I played his records all night
Drinking with a close, close friend

Now some people say that that ain’t right
And some people say nothing at all
But even in the darkest of night
You can always hear the king’s call
You can always hear the king’s call

Well they put him away in Memphis
Six feet beneath the clay
Everybody was crying
Everybody said it was a plain grey day

Me? I went to the liquor store
And I bought another bottle of wine and another bottle of gin
I played his records all night
And I got drunk all over again

Now some people say that that ain’t right
(That ain’t right)
And some people say nothing at all
(I say nothing)
But even in the darkest of night
You could always hear the king’s call
You could always hear the king’s call

I wonder if you’re lonesome tonight
And I’d rather go on hearing your lies
Than to go on living without you

Now some people say that that ain’t right
And some people say nothing at all (I say nothing)
But even in the darkest of night
You could always hear the king’s call
You could always hear the king’s call
You could always hear the king’s call
Now the stage is bare and I’m standing here
They might as well bring the curtain down
I cried the night the king died.

U.S. Deputy Marshal Bass Reeves: The Real Lone Ranger!

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Throughout the years, many people have asked the question, if U.S. Deputy Marshal Bass Reeves, the former slave was the true inspiration behind he television series “The Lone Ranger?” Well, let’s travel down the road and back in history and time a little bit and put some of these pieces together and also in addition add some historical facts represented by others sources and factual information.
Bass Reeves was the first black deputy U.S. marshal west of the Mississippi River. He worked mostly in Arkansas and the Oklahoma Territory. During his long career, he was credited with arresting more than 3,000 felons. He shot and killed 14 outlaws in self-defense. Taken from Wikipedia

Born to slave parents in 1838 in Crawford County, Arkansas, Bass Reeves would become the first black U.S. Deputy Marshal west of the Mississippi River and one of the greatest frontier heroes in our nation’s history. Owned by a man named William Reeves, a farmer and politician, Bass took the surname of his owner, like other slaves of the time. His first name came from his grandfather, Basse Washington.

Working alongside his parents, Reeves started out as a water boy until he was old enough to become a field hand. In about 1846, William Reeves moved his operations, family, and slaves to Grayson County, Texas.

Bass was a tall young man, at 6’2”, with good manners and a sense of humor. George Reeves, William’s son, later made him his valet, bodyguard, and personal companion. When the Civil War broke out, Texas sided with the Confederacy and George Reeves went into battle, taking Bass with him.

FLEEING THE WAR:

It was during these years of the Civil War that Bass parted company from Reeves.

After hearing of the Emancipation Proclamation, Bass proclaimed himself to be a free man and escaped.

His flight landed him in Oklahoma Territory, where he was embraced immediately by the Cherokee. It was here that he learned to ride, track, shoot, and speak five Native American languages fluently — all skills that would serve him well. He lived with the Seminole, Cherokee, and Creek Indians, learning their customs, languages, and tracking skills. Here, he also honed his firearm skills, becoming very quick and accurate with a pistol.

“Freed” by the Emancipation Proclamation in 1863 and no longer considered a fugitive, Reeves left Indian Territory and bought land near Van Buren, Arkansas, where he became a successful farmer and rancher. A year later, he married Nellie Jennie from Texas, and immediately began to have a family. Raising 11 children on their homestead — five girls and five boys, named: Robert, Lula, Sally, Benjamin, Newland, Harriet, Homer, Edgar, George, Alice, Bass Jr. The family lived happily on the farm. During this time, oral history states that Reeves sometimes served as a scout and guide for U.S. Deputy Marshals going into Indian Territory on business for the Van Buren Federal Court, which had jurisdiction over Indian Territory.

SPIFFY DRESSER AND MASTER OF DISGUISE:

At a time when the average man was about 5’6”, Reeves was a towering 6″2. He was broad at the shoulders, narrow at the hips, and said to possess superhuman strength. The first black lawman west of the Mississippi, Reeves cut a striking figure on his large gray (almost white) horse, while wearing his trademark black hat and twin .45 Colt Peacemakers cross-draw style. He was usually a spiffy dresser, with his boots polished to a gleaming shine. He was known for his politeness and courteous manner. However, when the purpose served him, he was a master of disguises and often utilized aliases. Sometimes appearing as a cowboy, farmer, gunslinger, or outlaw, himself, he always wore two Colt pistols, butt forward for a fast draw. Ambidextrous, he rarely missed his mark.

HIS CALLING CARD:

He was known to give out silver dollars as a calling card.

The tales of his captures are legendary – filled with intrigue, imagination, and courage. On one such occasion, Reeves was pursuing two outlaws in the Red River Valley near the Texas border. Gathering a posse, Reeves and the other men set up camp some 28 miles from where the two were thought to be hiding at their mother’s home. After studying the terrain and planning, he soon disguised himself as a tramp, hiding the tools of his trade – handcuffs, pistol, and badge, under his clothes. Setting out on foot, he arrived at the house wearing an old pair of shoes, dirty clothes, carrying a cane, and wearing a floppy hat complete with three bullet holes. Upon arriving at the home, he told a tale to the woman who answered the door, that his feet were aching after having been pursued by a posse who had put the three bullet holes in his hat. After asking for a bite to eat, she invited him in and while he was eating, she began to tell him of her two young outlaw sons, suggesting that the three of them should join forces. Feigning weariness, she consented to let him stay a while longer.

As the sun was setting, Reeves heard a sharp whistle coming from beyond the house. Shortly afterward, the woman went outside and responded with an answering whistle. Before long, two riders rode up to the house, talking at length with her outside. The three of them then came inside and she introduced her sons to Reeves. After discussing their various crimes, the trio agreed that it would be a good idea to join up.

Bunking down in the same room, Reeves watched the pair carefully as they drifted off to sleep and when they were snoring deeply, handcuffed the pair without waking them. When early morning approached, he kicked the boys awake and marched them out the door. Followed for the first three miles by their mother, who cursed Reeves the entire time, he marched the pair the full 28 miles to the camp where the posse men waited. Within days, the outlaws were delivered to the authorities and Bass collected a $5,000 reward.

HIGH POINTS OF REEVES CAREER:

One of the high points of Reeves’ career was apprehending a notorious outlaw named Bob Dozier. Dozier was known as a jack-of-all-trades and an all hands-on type of guy when it came to committing crimes, as they covered a wide range from cattle and horse rustling, to holding up banks, stores, and stagecoaches; to murder and land swindles. The type of guy one would never want to take home to meet their parents. Because Dozier was unpredictable, he was also hard to catch and though many lawmen had tried to apprehend him, none were successful until it came to Reeves. Dozier eluded Reeves for several months until the lawman tracked him down in the Cherokee Nation. After refusing to surrender, Reeves killed Dozier in an accompanying gunfight on December 20, 1878.

CHARGED WITH MURDER:

In 1887, Reeves was charged with murdering a posse cook. Like the many outlaws he had arrested, he was tried before Judge Isaac Parker. He was represented by United States Attorney W.H.H. Clayton, who was a colleague and friend. In the end, Reeves was acquitted.

TRACKING AND ARRESTING HIS OWN SON BENNIE:

One of the hardest things in life for an officer of the law would be to have to track down and arrest one of your own children. As we know, when an officer takes an oath to uphold the law, that oath should be taken seriously and with Bass Reeves, it was an oath he would not break, not even for one of his own children. One of his sons, Bennie Reeves, was charged with the murder of his wife. Deputy Marshal Reeves was disturbed and shaken by the incident, but allegedly demanded the responsibility of bringing Bennie to justice. Bennie was eventually tracked and captured, tried, and convicted. He served his time in Fort Leavenworth in Kansas before being released, and reportedly lived the rest of his life as a responsible and model citizen.

THE FINAL YEARS:

When Oklahoma became a state in 1907, Bass Reeves, then 68, became an officer of the Muskogee Police Department. He served for two years before he became ill and retired. After retiring, Reeves health began to decline further, and he died of Bright’s disease (nephritis) in 1910.

He was a great-uncle of Paul L. Brady, who became the first black man appointed as a federal administrative law judge in 1972. Excerpt taken from Wikipedia.

STATUE UNVEILED IN REEVES HONOR:

In May, 2012, a bronze statue of U.S. Deputy Marshal Bass Reeves was unveiled and stands in Pendergraft Park in Fort Smith, Arkansas.

QUOTE: “Maybe the law ain’t perfect, but it’s the only one we got, and without it we got nuthin” – Bass Reeves

When You Die – A Poem

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When you die and live no more;

Your eyes no longer behold the beauty of nature.

Your hands no longer hold your favorite cup of coffee.

Those left behind remember and embrace your legacy;

of empowering devotion and resolution to life’s problems.

You were the stars shining fiercely bright;

the pollen in the most beautiful flowers.

    You were the reason birds sang and butterflies came;

       the trees bear fruit such a sweet generous heart.

       The lighthouse by the sea; guiding ships into shore.

 You will be remembered as the instruments in a symphony!

 

 

 

 

Clark Gable, III Cause of Death Revealed

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I wanted to wait until the autopsy results came back before writing about this story.

I have never seen a Clark Gable movie, but have heard from others who have that he was a great actor and humanitarian. A classic movie lover myself, so I plan to watch some of his movies soon.  It’s such a tragedy that his only grandson died so young.

Clark Gable, III the only grandson of the famous Hollywood actor, Legend and Icon, Clark Gable died at his Dallas, Texas home at age 30, on Friday, February, 22nd his family sadly revealed. His finance’ Summer happened to be the one who found him unresponsive in his bed. The couple have an 18-month-old daughter named Shore.

I do know of the television show named “Cheaters,” and have watched it, years ago. In some ways I thought it was a good thing to bust those cheaters, but the other side of me was thinking, why would you want your dirty laundry aired on national television? I didn’t watch too many episodes of it.  It’s such a tragedy that this young man lost his life from an accidental drug overdose of fentanyl, oxycodone, and alprazolam (Xanax).  The medical examiner also noted his history of abusing marijuana, alcohol, and Xanax.

His mother, Tracy Yarro Scheff, confirmed her son’s death on Instagram. “It is with an extremely heavy heart we say goodbye to my beautiful son Clark,” she wrote. “He passed this morning. I will always be next to you my beautiful son. Mom.”

Mrs. Scheff, 56, who was married to John Clark Gable, Clark Gable’s son, told US media her son had struggled with addiction in the past. “I don’t know if that took his life, but I know that wasn’t what he wanted to do,” she said.

Kayley Gable, his sister, shared the tragic news on Facebook.

“My brother was found unresponsive this morning by his fiance and didn’t wake up,” she wrote on Facebook. “I LOVE YOU CLARKIE I’m so sorry we couldn’t save you, my heart is broken and shattered RIP.”

The 30 year old Gable listed actor George Clooney as a major influence in his life. “His ability to take on and master such diverse roles is a real inspiration and strong influence on me, especially while growing up as a young model and aspiring actor as a teenager,” Gable noted.

According to his site, Gable was an avid lover of the outdoors and listed surfing, skateboarding, fishing, skydiving, and RC aerial photographer and drone videography as some of his passions.

Taken from Daily Mail.com

Scheff revealed that Gable had sought therapy for addiction in the past, and several members of his family had struggled with drug abuse.

She said her marriage with Clark’s father, John Clark Gable, ended over his addiction problems, and that John’s brother died from an overdose aged 27. The bereaved mother also revealed Clark’s three siblings have had issues with drugs.

‘My current husband, we’ve been together 27 years, and he’s 32 years sober. It’s a struggle that is real,’ she said.

‘I have four children, all of them have struggled,’ Scheff added. ‘I have two younger boys with my current husband, Jason. I think one of them is fine, he just likes to party, but the baby has struggled. He’s got a year sober, he’s 17 and doing great.

‘I have a daughter that’s seven months pregnant. She’s doing great now, but she’s struggled too.’

A colleague of the late 30-year-old also told DailyMail.com that Gable had used drugs.

Bobby Goldstein, Cheaters creator and show Executive Producer, said that he was aware Gable took drugs but said it never affected his work. ‘While it’s true I have heard from others that Clark indulged in drugs, of the many years, almost a decade I’ve known him I never saw him on drugs,’ he said.

‘Clark was a beautiful boy, he was a beautiful soul. He was the spitting image of his grandfather on screen and I’ve never thought of him other than the most earnest, kind, loving friend and it’s been a great pleasure to work with him. ‘He was a great colleague and a great host on Cheaters.

In a Facebook post, Gable III’s sister, Kayley, revealed two generations of apparent dysfunction and possible substance abuse. She shared texts, purportedly written by their father, John Clark Gable, in which he accused his son and daughter of using their grandfather’s name “in disgrace.” John Clark Gable also refused to pay for the costs of his son’s funeral and said he didn’t want him buried next to Clark Gable in the family plot at Forrest Lawn Cemetery in Los Angeles.
Kayley Gable responded by threatening to write a tell-all that would let the world know “the truth” about their apparently messed-up family.
As it turns out, Gable III was buried next to his maternal grandparents in Provo, Utah, on March 9, Kayley Gable revealed on Facebook. Excerpt taken from the East Bay Times:

 

 

 

 

 

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True Love – A Poem

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If Hell hath no fury as a woman Scorned!

 Then Heaven hath no peace like one Reborn!

 Love turned to hate has immeasurable rage,

 When love is real it heals wounds and hate

True love never fails.

 True love never dies.

 True love doesn’t hurt.

 Nor make you ask why.

 True love is the little things,

 that bring joy to lives.

 It fits like a glove,

 No matter the size.

                   True love is patient.                     

   True love is transparent.

    True love is a partnership.

True love never dies.

No hidden secrets or lies.

    True love is stimulating and has the effect,

       To shock one’s heart into perfect rhythm.

          No matter the age, no matter the time,

         Love allows one to know they are still alive!

 

United We Stand – A POEM

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United we stand!

Divided we fall!

Strength in numbers

with all-hands-on-deck.

Our world so divided

We should all make a stand

and

create love for animals and

our fellow man.

Let us teach the

younger generation

truth and integrity,

so they will have the

strength to climb

higher mountains.

Their shoulders will

be strong enough to

bear all heavy burdens.

With knowledge and power,

we all must march forward in

this world filled with apathy and

anger and work together

to heal, forgive and create

a stronger and more loving

place for all mankind to live.

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THE UNDERRATED SWAMP PEOPLE – A POEM

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This is one of my favorite shows.

I have so much respect for the men and women gator hunters!

Late to bed early to rise,
body aching, eye on the prize.
Bills to pay, food to buy,
tags to fill, no time to slack.

Guns full of ammo,
vehicles filled with gas.
Bate on the lines, gators to catch.
Knocking on heavens door every hour of the day

Poaching thieves stealing gators,
population must be kept in check.
Hot heat, stinky meat,
Money made gator hunting, so sweet.

When you’re born on the bayou it’s never easy,
only the strong can and will survive.
Swamp People, our underrated heroes
who protect us all from gator growth and

                  DEMISE

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No Longer – A Poem

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No longer do I see me in your eyes,

Or feel weak when my lips kiss yours.

I no longer wish to have you ever so close,

Those days are a long and distant memory.

No longer do my eyes light up when I think of you,

Or laugh at the many faces you used to make.

I don’t think of the corny jokes you told at parties,

Or smell the aroma of your favorite oils and colognes.

No longer do I remember the distinctive way you walked,

I want to remember the sound of your voice as you talked.

If you could see me as I see you, then you would understand,

My energy never died or left my love,

it changed form and went back to where it began.

I’m Yours and You’re Mine – A Poem

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As sprinkles of confetti rained down upon us,

You were the surprise I always longed for.

Happiness no longer living inside or within,

A smile once there, tragically wiped off my face.

The love in your laughter feeds my dying heart,

Like the warm morning sun, you shine so bright.

An old soul I am and won’t fake it to make it.

Cast your net; because I’m yours and you’re mine.

EVACUATE – A POEM

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Evacuate your mind.

Evacuate your heart

Evacuate the hate

New man new start

 

Evacuate your soul

Deep down within

Evacuate the past

Evacuate the sin

 

Evacuate the old

And sometimes new

Evacuate the jealousy

It hurts no one but you

 

Evacuate life’s curses

Evacuate the struggles

Evacuate childhood fears

False evidence appearing real

 

Evacuate physical & mental pain

Create your own legacy in life

Allow no one to get you down

Love life – Live life – Your life

When Fear Became Reality!

I remember as a young girl overhearing a conversation my mother was having with some female friends from church. We were never allowed to be in the same room while adults were having adult conversations. This particular day, I left the room as told, but listened outside the door. It would be a conversation that would haunt me until adulthood. I never disobeyed my mother, but for some reason that I still can’t explain today, I took it upon myself to listen in on the conversation she was having with women of the church.

The conversation they were having was of a woman who had lost her husband. I was about 10 or maybe even 11 or 12, but what struck me was when one of the women used the word “WIDOW.” I didn’t understand the word then but I can tell you it terrified me to the core. I do remember what was stated and it went like this: Sister …..just lost her husband and my heart goes out to her, because now she is a Widow and her life will never be the same. I should never have been listening in on grownups conversations. The word WIDOW was new to me, I had never heard of someone being called this before and for some reason I was too young to understand, it terrified me.

I remember asking my mother what the word meant and she telling me and even though she always had a way with comforting me and my siblings, this word still frightened me. Unknowing to me, one day, I would become the word, title and name that terrified me so much. The word nightmares are made of. That word only one could think that only happens to other people, but could never happen to them. My sweet little bubble that I was living in suddenly burst!

June 4th, 2012, Grief and Widow rang my door bell and when I answered, it became the greatest, challenging, horrific time of my life. The word I was most frightened of and it’s best friend showed up at my door, moved in and began a reign of terror on my life.

There is nothing more menacing and painful than Grief, and to be accompanied by it’s best friend Widow, is almost too much for any person to comprehend. My husband was my best friend, someone I could always talk to, share my dreams, ambitions, goals, as well as the things that frightened me and went bump in the night with.

Never would I ever imagined that the one word that terrified me so much would show up at my door! I have learned to accept the fact that I am a “Widow,” but I will never allow it or it’s friend Grief to hold me down and neither should anyone else, whether you are a Widow or Widower!

This is a lonely journey, but one we all can conquer.

The Struggle is Real!

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We have all heard the saying, “The Struggle is Real.” Many may not know what that phrase means, but as we read and listen to the news each day, and go through our day to day lives it becomes pretty clear as to what it means. Each and every one of us is fighting a battle of our own; and for many, the struggle is more real than one could ever imagine!
Here lately I’ve noticed on Facebook more and more friends stating how depressed and/or stressed they are, and asking for prayer. We have to admit, our jobs can be very stressful and adding to that stress are our bills in which we can’t escape, family illnesses and other issues, the cost of groceries going up higher and higher, gasoline prices soaring, plus those who commute back and forth to work in heavy traffic experience lots of stress due to their daily drive.

I know people who don’t watch or listen to the news anymore because they say it stresses them out and they feel as though the media reports more negative news than positive news. As we continue with our daily tasks and go through life, we all should think of things we can do to keep our stress to a minimum and continue encouraging one another as much as possible.

We all live in this world and there is no escaping many of life’s situations, but we can reach out to others in need and be a pillar of support. The struggle is real, and everybody needs somebody! We can’t live in this world all by ourselves!

TWAS the Day Before Christmas – A Poem

“Twas the day before Christmas and all through the town,
Hundreds of people were scurrying and rushing around.
The once stocked shelves were completely picked bare,
By last minute wild shoppers who did not even care.

That perfect gift they looked for, but many could not find,
Store after store searching knowing they may be in a bind.
Buying that perfect gift would certainly make them look grand,
As they shopped and greedily snatched from other shopper’s hands.

Once completing the task that they had 12 months to complete,
They rushed home with their treasures to place under the tree.
Leisurely resting with a drink in front of the fireplace and tele,
They prepared for Santa and his jolly face and round belly.

Before midnight arrived, all were snuggled in their beds,
With thoughts of the day’s aggressions running in their heads.
Worn to a frazzle from shopping they fell fast asleep,
As Santa came down the chimney landing on his feet.

With a blink of an eye, gifts were left, and stockings filled with treats,
St. Nick was gone in a flash with a flick of his nose and a huge wink.
Everyone awakened the next morning with his or her hearts filled with joy.
Santa Claus had come and left gifts for every man, woman, girl, and boy!

The 1927 Christmas Day Shootout

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It was a night the town wanted to forget.

The end to a year of tension in the small city — a place that dreamed of growing into an industrial magnet — that boiled over into violence.

In less than 10 minutes, five men lay dead in the street; another would die later from his wounds. Twenty-six children became fatherless. In a parked car 150 feet away, a little boy cowered in the cold as an exchange of shotgun blasts at close quarters shattered a window and blew away the car’s radiator cap.

It was Christmas night 1927 in South Pittsburg, Tenn., and the violence was all but inevitable.
This deadly clash, fueled by politics and a fight over attempts to unionize the town’s largest employer, will be commemorated today on the site of the shootout with a historic marker memorializing those killed and recognizing an event that for decades was spoken of in hushed tones or, most of the time, not at all.

In the mid-1920s, company owner Henry Wetter wanted to operate his stove factory on Cedar Avenue as a nonunion shop, but many of the company’s employees and four local unions wanted it to remain unionized, according to a 2004 Tennessee Historical Quarterly article written by Dr. Barbara S. Haskew and Dr. Robert B. Jones III., both formerly of Middle Tennessee State University.

Rather than give in, Wetter closed the factory’s doors to union workers at the end of 1926 and surrounded the plant with barbed wire.

Inside, a skeleton crew of nonunion workers labored under the angry eyes of strikers outside on Cedar Avenue.

In the year that followed, Wetter’s decision caused the local economy to suffer. Residents faced increasing fear, anger and picket lines. Many chose sides. Republican Marion County Sheriff Washington Coppinger led one group of union sympathizers. Ben Parker, the town’s night marshal, led the other faction.

In the fall of 1927, the Wetter company posted a man with field glasses on the roof to identify union workers who passed by the shop in violation of an injunction issued that summer prohibiting union supporters from “picketing and patrolling” near the plant.

South Pittsburg Mayor Alan Kelly, representing Wetter, prosecuted some 70 union men for defying provisions of the injunction, convicting 11 of them.

The injunction was dissolved at the end of November, but workers still were locked out when Christmas came, with only strike benefits to provide for their families.

The split was visible in the two community Christmas trees — one erected by the city and the other raised by union supporters. Union and nonunion men armed themselves and nonunion workers were escorted to Wetter by armed company guards.

On Christmas morning, a group of more than a dozen angry men accosted Kelly on the street, demanding that the guards and strikebreakers be disarmed and threatening to do it themselves.
Emotions ran high through the day, and a deputy saw city Marshal Ewing Smith push a union member and draw a gun on him. When the deputy tried to intervene, Smith and other city officers, including Ben Parker, aimed their weapons at him.

The deputy notified Coppinger of the incident.

Around 9 p.m., Coppinger and three other deputies arrived and encountered the “city gang” at the intersection of Cedar Avenue and Third Street. A group of men with shotguns jumped out of a car and joined the city officers, among them some Wetter guards.

Coppinger told the group he wanted no trouble but said he would have to arrest the officers who had drawn their guns on his deputy.

In moments, shotguns fired and history was made.

Onlookers reported that there was an initial hail of gunfire, a lull, then an endless exchange of fire as the city and county forces blasted away at each other, separated by a bare 30 feet. More than 100 shells were found at the scene, and gunshots pocked the brick of nearby buildings and shattered store windows.

The governor called the National Guard to restore order.

And the city buried its dead. The shootout claimed the lives of Coppinger, his deputy Lorenza A. Hennessey, Parker, Smith, Wetter guard Oran H. LaRowe, and South Pittsburg Police Chief and county deputy James Connor.

Twenty or more men were believed to be involved in the shootout and at least four were injured but survived. Those receiving slight wounds were, John Holden, Lafayette Nelson, and Charles Tidman. As a guard against other trouble that might arise between citizens as a result of Sunday night’s street battle, the city authorities were soon in touch with Governor Horton who rushed to the scene troops of the Tennessee National Guard, under Lieut. Col. Bushhotlz who at once took up their work of patrolling the streets of the city.

   

A Father Chooses Compassion When Confronting His Son’s Bully!

 

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A father in Houston, Texas, is being applauded for choosing kindness instead of anger when confronting the boy who’d been bullying his son at school. Their heartening story has been shared thousands of times, and now the father says the two boys are closer than ever.

Last week, Aubrey Fontenot uploaded a Twitter video of himself taking the former bully, whose name is Tamarion for a ride in an effort to get to the bottom of what was going on between he and Fontenot’s son, Jordon. Fontenot, a local tattoo artist, said he simply wanted to know why his son was being picked on. That’s when he got the answer he was not expecting.

It turns out Tamarion was himself being teased by other kids for wearing dirty clothes.

“I asked ‘Who? You’re big, who is picking on you?’ He [Tamarion] said ‘All the other kids, they make fun of me,’” Fontenot told KHOU, recalling their conversation.

A phone call to the boy’s mother revealed the family had fallen on hard times and was experiencing homelessness. Fontenot said he knew he had to do something and later treated Tamarion to a shopping trip, buying him new clothes and shoes.

‘We have no clue what these children are going thru these days because a lot of us just don’t care,” Fontenot wrote in an Oct. 17 Facebook post. “And this isn’t a uncommon story for a lot of people .. so I spent a lot of my day yesterday by shopping and teaching this young man about self respect. Integrity. Morals. Confidence. And other things that consist of going from a troubled youth to a great man

“We all come from different backgrounds but we all share the same goal of success,” he added.

A once timid Tamarion walked out of the store with confidence, and the two shared plenty of laughs, even singing a song on the way home, as seen in Fontenot’s heartwarming video.

The life lesson didn’t end there. The doting father posted a video the following day of Tamarion and Jordan sitting face to face, albeit awkwardly, to hash out their issues. The boys didn’t say much to one another at first.

“Speak your mind, son,” the tattoo artist says in the video. “This is a meeting. We’re having a meeting.”

Once the camera was off, Fontenot said the kids talked things over and were fast friends in no time, even playing video games together. The father said even he learned something from watching the two.

“It taught me something. I was angry at first, then I said let me try something different,” Fontenot told KHOU.

Fontenot has since launched a GoFundMe campaign to benefit Tamarion and his family, who’ve been staying at a hotel. So far, the page has raised over $24,000 in donations, more than exceeding its original goal of $7,000.

Love and compassion is always so much better.  We never know what other people are going through.

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The Painting

Chapter One: The Dream

It was a beautiful fall morning. The brightly colored leaves softly making a crackling sound while fluttering as the wind gently blew through the trees. This almost communicative whistling sound was one of the many things; both Alex and Cindy loved about fall. Cindy awakened from a deep sleep, panting and perspiring while holding her head in her hands. As she sat up in bed, immediately her eyes widened as they searched around the room as if to make sure an intruder hadn’t entered. Her husband Alexander, whom she called Alex for short rolled over in bed asking, “Another bad dream?” Yes, she frantically stated while holding her chest; but this time he is getting closer and closer to me! Honey, you’re not going to believe this, but it’s almost as if he is someone I should know. It’s just too weird! Grabbing her robe off the back of the chair by the bed, she begins putting it on, while saying, I don’t understand these dreams, but I do remember as a teenager having some over the top ones and talking to my mother about them. Mother would always tell me I had a very vivid imagination and would just leave it at that. Never once did she question me about the details of my dreams or ask how they made me feel. I wish she would have, that way I could have opened up and told her how frightened they made me feel and how the man in my dreams looked so familiar as if I should know him. Before walking out of the bedroom, she mumbles under her breath, no child should feel like they’re being stalked by a grown man.
Alex and Cindy Langston had been together since college. They met on July 4th at a fireworks party. One of Alex’s friends named Lan took a class with Cindy and knew she was very intelligent, witty, selfless and a down to earth young woman. He knew she would be perfect for his best friend, Alex, so he took it upon himself to invite them both to come along to see the fireworks with him and his girlfriend, Jarlin. Alex and Cindy were both smitten with one another and the chemistry between the two could be seen a mile away. They continued to date through college and married right after graduating from University in the spring. Their love for one another was something out of a storybook and was what dreams are made of.

Chapter Two: The Accident

The couple had been married four years when their lives would suddenly take a turn for the Supernatural. Cindy was involved in a horrible vehicle accident, where a drunk driver ran into her lane and struck the left side of the car as she tried swerving to keep from being hit head-on. She was taken to the hospital with a head injury and in serious condition, while the drunk driver was treated at the scene with minor bruises and abrasions. After arriving at the hospital, Cindy suffered cardiac arrest and was clinically dead for 5 minutes. The doctors worked on her and were able to shock her heart back to a normal rhythm. All medical staff said it was a miracle she survived the accident. Alex sat by her side day and night, talking to her, holding her hand, praying over her and making sure when his breakdown moments came, he left the room to cry and never cried nor showed any signs of anger in the room with her. Alex was very angry at the man who almost took his sweet Cindy away from him. Both his and Cindy’s parents flew in to be of support, and both families were amazing and were what this young couple needed to assure Cindy’s recovery. Miraculously, Cindy made a full recovery and was released after spending six months in the hospital and undergoing physical therapy. Alex took his beautiful bride home accompanied by all four parents, but they would not expect nor have any idea of what they were about to endure or come face to face with. The injury Cindy sustained to her head was serious and the fact she died and was clinically dead for 5 minutes, she had traveled to the other side. She met friends, family members and people whom she never met who had passed away long ago and recently. She would soon come to remember these things as time went on.

Chapter Three: A Visit From Grandmother

That first night went off without a hitch as Alex, his parents Rob and June, and Cindy’s parents Terrence and Willa were there helping out since Alex had to return to work the next day where he was the CEO of a major Telecommunications company in the city. The second day would be a little trying as when morning breaks; Cindy awakens to find herself face to face with her grandmother Lanny, her mother’s mother who passed away 10 years prior. Her grandmother was standing at the foot of the bed; she was alone in the room because Alex had already left for work. Her grandmother was only there for a few seconds, but during those brief seconds, she telepathically told Cindy that she would always watch over her, someone special from her past would be paying her a visit and not to fear them. She also said to look after your mother, she is still grieving your grandfather’s and my passing. We are both very happy and don’t want to see Willa cry as much as she does when no one is around. She also told Cindy to not be afraid of her new gift, embrace it, help others and that she loves her very much, then was gone. Cindy couldn’t understand what her grandmother meant and thought it was associated with her head injury. She didn’t say anything about it but it stayed on her mind and she was truly confused. Both sets of parents said their goodbyes and left to fly back to their homes. As days turned into weeks, weeks into months and months turned into a year, Cindy recovered, and the couple went on with their lives. Cindy, a licensed Real Estate Broker, ran and operated her own real estate company. She was very passionate about her career and knowing she was helping people realize their dreams of becoming homeowners. The couple had drifted back into the lives they lived before the accident and were spending time with friends, enjoying going to the Symphony, Theater, out to restaurants and their true love, the Art Galleries. There was a particular gallery named “The Valiant Art Gallery” they frequented quite a bit and had a great rapport with the owner. The couple enjoyed looking at the paintings and showing one another their favorite saying one day they would own one. Cindy fell in love with a painting of a handsome young man with dark raven colored hair, hazel eyes, wearing a black trench coat standing in a field of flowers with trees blowing behind him. This was the painting she wanted badly and told her husband how much it would mean to her to purchase it one day. They talked about it and he told her maybe one day they could afford it and left it at that.
Chapter Four: A Huge Surprise
A few months later, Alex came home with something wrapped in beautiful paper. He gave it to her and told her, here open it. She took the gift and could already tell it had to be the painting and it was huge! She rips the paper off and there it was, the painting of the man in the field! He told her he bought the artwork just to cheer her up after everything she had gone through, he felt she deserved it. Shocked; but happy, she had admired this painting for months and expressed her love for it. She raved over what she called the chiseled features of the gorgeous dark raven haired man in the black trench coat. There was just something about this masculine man standing in a field of flowers with a backdrop of trees. She couldn’t take her eyes off him each time she visited the gallery and it seemed like the painting had an aura about it that drew her in making her want it more and more. She could feel some sort of energy coming from it. As she stared at the painting she began to remember as a teen dreaming of a man that seemed to be in love with her and possibly even stalking her. The man in the painting looked just like that man from her dreams, but was it him? She was finding herself excited and blushing at the same time.
This was the surprise of a lifetime and she was so excited at the fact that number one, Alex remembered she loved this painting. Number two, he was willing to shell out $10 thousand dollars just to cheer her up and number three, it showed just how much he does listen to her, loves her and would do anything to make her happy. As Cindy walked over to her husband, eyes still transfixed on the photo, she suddenly hears a voice say, “I have searched the world over for you and have finally found you, my love.” It took her aback and for a second, she thought Alex had said this but couldn’t make sense of why he would say something like that; furthermore, the accent was British. Still staring and gazing at the painting, she said, “Alex what are you talking about?” He said,” I didn’t say anything sweetheart, I am just taking it all in and relishing in your beauty, happiness and my love for you.” Finally, able to break free from the painting, she smiled, wrapped her arms around her husband’s neck, thanking him for everything as she gently kissed his lips. She pulled back saying, this must be one of the happiest moments of my life, and how you managed to keep it a secret from me, I will never know. Cindy had expressed her love for the painting many times to her mother during their lengthy conversations and couldn’t wait to call her and tell her that the painting is now hers.
Alex went to work hanging the painting for Cindy as she stared at it in deep thought, playing decorator as she told her husband where to hang it and after what seemed like 20 minutes or so, they both agreed to hang it on the Livingroom wall with Cindy assuring it was centered properly. Once hung, her eyes lit up as she smiled and took a seat on the sofa so she could continue gazing at it. For a brief second, it seemed to come to life, and she actually thought she saw the flowers, trees and man’s trench coat blowing in the wind! The artist had done an incredible job and she often wondered was this painted from life, or could this man have been a figment of the artist’s imagination? Nevertheless, he was still familiar, and she wanted to put her finger on why.
The couple ate dinner, showered and dressed for bed.

Chapter Five: A Feeling of Being Watched

As they were headed upstairs to bed, Cindy turned and gave the painting one last look and let out a loud gasp. It looked as though the man was no longer in the painting but standing in front of the fireplace. Alex, asking her what was wrong and holding on to her waist, she tells him, oh it was nothing sweetheart, I just had a sudden pain while climbing the stairs. He smiled at her and helped her to bed. Snuggling, the couple made love that night and Alex fell asleep, leaving Cindy in bed trying to find a comfortable spot to sink into, but unable to find one, she soon climbed out of bed and made her way downstairs to the kitchen for a cup of tea. As she entered the kitchen, she pulled back the kitchen curtain and stood to look out the window at her beautiful backyard and the brightly lit swimming pool. She exhales taking in the beauty as she thinks to herself how blessed she is and grateful for her health, strength, and husband. She then turned and walked over to the cabinet and took out a box of tea and put on a kettle of water. As the kettle began to warm, she started gazing into the living room and the painting of her gentleman stranger. She must have been standing there less than 5 minutes when the tea kettle began to whistle. Startled, she began pouring herself a cup of hot water and dropping a tea bag into the cup, then walks into the living room to gaze at the painting again. Before long, she starts feeling strange, as if she’s being watched. Brushing it off, she sipped a teaspoon of her tea and sat on the sofa to gather her strength as the feeling grew stronger and there was no doubt she was not alone in the room. Trying to brush the feeling off, she continued drinking her tea, saying to herself, Cindy, you’ve got to pull it together, before everyone around you starts to think you’re cracking up. As she was talking to herself, she heard a voice saying, “Yes knock off the nonsense, you’re not going crazy, you are mine and I’ve traveled through time to reunite with you, my love.” Terrified, she began to look around the room to see if her husband had awakened and was pulling a trick on her, although she knew that wasn’t in his nature to do that sort of a thing, she still gazed around the room.
Chapter Six: He’s Here

After not seeing anyone, she took another drink of her hot tea and stared at the painting again, this time, the man was gone from the field of flowers and the wind was blowing the flowers and trees. She couldn’t move she was stuck on the sofa, paralyzed with fear and she noticed right in front of her a dark mass growing on the hardwood floor, the room grew cold as a portal opened in the floor and a figure manifested itself right in front of her. It was the man from the painting and he was more handsome than in the portrait. His hazel eyes were hypnotizing, his raven curly hair was blowing, and the air-conditioning wasn’t on. It was the middle of fall and the weather was nice and cool. He was tall, she imagined him to be at least 6 foot 2 and about 185 pounds. His trench coat was fluttering like it was being gently blown in the wind; his face was flawless with a small thin mustache, as though someone took a chisel and delicately chiseled his features. Unable to scream or take her eyes off him, her body became weak and she felt as though she would faint as he glided, not walked over to her and carefully placed his arms around her as to secure her as he stood her up, embracing her with his body. Looking deeply into her eyes as if looking into her soul and she felt every ounce of his energy as he brought his lips to meet hers, kissing her deeply. She could feel the warmth of his breath and taste his lips, which were unlike anything she ever tasted before, but she loved it! Memories started flooding back to her and she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt he was the man she dreamt of as a teenager, and he made certain she knew it. Long ago in another place in time when life was simple, yet beautiful and love was true, she and her dark-haired stranger were out of their minds in love. She immediately knew there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about her feelings, the flood of emotions were too strong. She was getting ready to give herself to someone she knew in another lifetime and this was almost too much to comprehend. She was paralyzed and hypnotized by his eyes and couldn’t do anything as he guided her hand inside his shirt to touch and feel his chest. He began to stroke her face. She then realized she wanted him in the worst way and wanted him in her world, or she is his and not ever thing of her current husband, Alex asleep in their upstairs bedroom.
So intense was the moment and she was trembling when she suddenly remembered, the stranger wasn’t a stranger at all, but her husband back in the late 1800’s. The two were happily married; but their love was not meant to last due to Cindy, who’s name back then was Cinda being struck and killed by a horse-driven carriage driven by a drunken stagecoach driver. Her husband at that time was Alexander Cromwell, a wealthy banker. She remembered everything and as he laid her down on the sofa to love her. Alex awakes and finds Cindy not in bed came down the stairs to see where she was. What he walks in and finds is enough to make any man go mad. The atmosphere had grown colder, the lights began to flicker as a fog engulfed the room. Alexander Cromwell, entered her as her present-day husband Alex stared in disbelief and anger and frozen in his steps, trying to move to save his wife, but he would not be able to save her. His heart pounding in fear as he felt the adrenaline rushing through his body. The lights flickering faster as her mind was still flooded with memories of their past. She and Alexander kissed madly caressing one another, their bodies moving in perfect rhythm, as he smelled her scent, she held onto him as if she were afraid, he would leave her again, as they reached their peak; and slowly began to fade from the sofa, entering the painting above the fireplace. The couple now embraced in one another’s arms, she is wearing a long white dress with a sun hat, and he still dressed in the same garments. It was only then Alex was able to move and could not believe what he just witnessed. He screamed out Cindy’s name as he searched the room for her. She would not be found anywhere in the room or house for that matter. He sat on the living room sofa and began to cry and scream, but suddenly heard her soft voice say, “Alex, I have gone home with my true husband, look at the painting and you will see me. I loved our time together, but my true home is with Alexander. Farewell, my love, you will find someone and love again.”
Alex filed a police report on his missing wife. The police never found any signs of Cindy; it was as if she just disappeared without a trace. They certainly didn’t believe she had entered a painting and was now a part of the art décor in their living room. The painting would remain on the wall in the living room for two months as Alex tried investigating himself. After visiting the local library, he found proof that both Alexander and Cinda were real people who lived in the 1800’s and also located a photo of them both. It was too real to deal with and Alex unable live in the house eventually sold it, destroyed the painting and moved out of state.

The End

Written by: Jasmine D. Parker
10/27/18

Depression is a Beast!

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DEPRESSION IS A BEAST!

Depression is a mood disorder that causes a persistent feeling of sadness and loss of interest. Also called “Major Depressive Disorder,” or “Clinical Depression,” it affects how you feel, think and behave and can lead to a variety of emotional and physical problems. You may have trouble doing normal day-to-day activities, and sometimes you may feel as if life isn’t worth living. Feeling as though you’re trapped on the ocean in a dark storm screaming for someone to rescue you before the boat you’re in collapses and sinks to the bottom of the ocean.

More than just about of the blues, depression isn’t a weakness and you can’t simply “snap out” of it. Depression may require long-term treatment. But don’t get discouraged. Most people with depression feel better with medication, psychotherapy or both.

For many people with depression, symptoms usually are severe enough to cause noticeable problems in day-to-day activities, such as work, school, social activities or relationships with others. Some people may feel generally miserable or unhappy without really knowing why.

Symptoms

Although depression may occur only once in your life, people typically have multiple episodes. During these episodes, symptoms occur most of the day, nearly every day and may include:

Feelings of sadness, tearfulness, emptiness or hopelessness
Angry outbursts, irritability or frustration, even over small matters
Loss of interest or pleasure in most or all normal activities, such as sex, hobbies or sports
Sleep disturbances, including insomnia or sleeping too much
Tiredness and lack of energy, so even small tasks take extra effort
Reduced appetite and weight loss or increased cravings for food and weight gain
Anxiety, agitation or restlessness
Slowed thinking, speaking or body movements
Feelings of worthlessness or guilt, fixating on past failures or self-blame
Trouble thinking, concentrating, making decisions and remembering things
Frequent or recurrent thoughts of death, suicidal thoughts, suicide attempts or suicide
Unexplained physical problems, such as back pain or headaches.

Symptoms of depression in older adults

Depression is not a normal part of growing older, and it should never be taken lightly. Unfortunately, depression often goes undiagnosed and untreated in older adults, and they may feel reluctant to seek help. Symptoms of depression may be different or less obvious in older adults, such as:

Memory difficulties or personality changes
Physical aches or pain
Fatigue, loss of appetite, sleep problems or loss of interest in sex — not caused by a medical condition or medication
Often wanting to stay at home, rather than going out to socialize or doing new things
Suicidal thinking or feelings, especially in older men.

Signs that it’s time to seek help from a doctor:

If you feel depressed, make an appointment to see your doctor or mental health professional as soon as you can. If you’re reluctant to seek treatment, talk to a friend or loved one, any health care professional, a faith leader, or someone else you trust.

Call for emergency help:

If you think you may hurt yourself or attempt suicide, call 911 or your local emergency number immediately.

Also, consider these options if you’re having suicidal thoughts:

Call your doctor or mental health professional.
Call a suicide hotline number — in the U.S., call the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 1-800-273-TALK (1-800-273-8255). Use that same number and press “1” to reach the Veterans Crisis Line.
Reach out to a close friend or loved one.
Contact a minister, spiritual leader or someone else in your faith community.
If you have a loved one who is in danger of suicide or has made a suicide attempt, make sure someone stays with that person. Call 911 or your local emergency number immediately. Or, if you think you can do so safely, take the person to the nearest hospital emergency room.

For those of us who suffer from depression, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about and we should understand that there are professionals out there who are trained and can assist with this common disorder that has been around from the beginning of time. Depression is nothing new, it’s just something that many have tried sweeping under the rug and not talking about. It’s out in the open now and people are discussing it more and more, because it’s affecting more and more people in this world.

Many blessings to all and I hope this helps at least one person who reads it!

When did Working an Honest Job Become a Shameful Thing?

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It seems that every time you watch the news, log into social media or turn on the radio, you are hearing more stories of individuals who feel it’s their job and duty to either body shame another, call others names based on their skin color, religion, financial status and now we have people shaming an actor for taking a job to supplement his income while he’s acting. An honest living to pay the bills and keep food on the table for his family, but he has a photo taken of him working and plastered on social media and people start shaming and attacking him for working an honest job.

I don’t understand what this world is coming to, there’s way too much name-calling, disrespecting and humiliating one another and it seems to be getting worse than better. You don’t see people shaming the burglars, drug dealers, shoplifters and gangsters out on the streets about the lives they live and what they consider their jobs.  This is not a representation of what and who we are as people and sure isn’t making a positive impact on our young children who are already faced with the inevitable day to day.  It doesn’t matter if one washes dishes, sweeps floors or feeds cattle to supplement their income,  as long as they are working an honest job and taking care of their families.

One of the many stories that have been circulating social media has been the one of former Cosby Show actor Geoffrey Owens working at a New Jersey Trader Joe’s supermarket. The story along with photos has garnered a strong reaction from fans and celebrities alike.

Owens is best known for playing the Huxtables’ son-in-law, Elvin Tibideaux, in the popular sitcom from 1985 to 1992. In August 2018, a customer shopping at a Trader Joe’s in New Jersey recognized him working there and took pictures of him weighing potatoes and bagging groceries.

Owens had been working at the grocery store for more than a year but had apparently kept that fact from his son. He has since quit due to the overwhelming attention that made it impossible to do his job.

“Even before the wave of support rolled in within an hour or two, he sent me a beautiful text back about how proud he was of me. I cried, I just broke down,” the actor admitted. “He felt the opposite of embarrassment. He was so proud that I had taken the job. It was beautiful.”

Naturally, after the photos went viral, they sparked outrage from many who believed Owens was being job-shamed. After the outrage, there were questions raised about just how much TV actors really make. Of course, there are some TV stars who are paid very well, many making hundreds of thousands of dollars per episode but that’s not the case with everyone, especially those who have smaller roles on the shows in which Owens did in the tv shows he appeared in.

On September, 4th, Owens appeared on Good Morning America to explain just how he felt about his picture being taken and the response he has gotten.

“I was really devastated, but the period of devastation was so short,” Owens said on the morning show as he proudly sported his Trader Joe’s name tag. “My wife and I started to read these responses from literally all over the world. Fortunately, the shame part didn’t last very long.”

He went on to say that he took the job at the grocery store because it allowed him the “flexibility” he needed to stay in the entertainment business.

Owens still acts and has been teaching acting classes for several years. He has a net worth of $300,000. In addition to his work on The Cosby Show over the years, Owens has appeared on episodes of Law & Order, Law & Order: Special Victims Unit, That’s So Raven, Boston Legal, Las Vegas, Medium, Without a Trace, Flashforward, The Secret Life of the American Teenager, It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia, and The Affair.

Owens worked at Trader Joe’s for 15 months but had to quit because of the unwanted attention, however, the company said that he is welcome to come back anytime.

Tyler Perry seems to have offered him a job. “#Geoffrey Owns I’m about to start shootings OWN’s number one drama next week! Come join us!!!” Perry tweeted on Tuesday.
I have so much respect for people who hustle between gigs. The measure of a true artist.

Aretha Franklin – The Death of the Queen of Soul

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After hearing the news of Aretha Franklin’s passing, I was among the many thousands of  people truly saddened. I like many who loved her music, spirit, strength & soulful voice find comfort in knowing she is now at peace and in a much better place filled with beauty, love and no longer in pain.
Aretha is one of the talented singers that I grew up listening to and was inspired by. She with her strong, harmonious voice knew how to reach deep inside the depths of her soul and pull out the many feelings each of us may have been feeling at the time we sat and listened to her songs.
Franklin was born in Memphis on March 25, 1942. Her family moved to Detroit when she was 5 years old, and her mother, Barbara, died shortly before Franklin’s 10th birthday
She was strong and managed to triumph and carry on after the death of her father; Clarence LaVaughn “C. L.” Franklin. Mr. Franklin was a preacher at Detroit’s New Bethel Baptist Church where Aretha sang in the choir in her younger years.

CHILDREN: Edward FranklinClarence FranklinKecalf Cunningham & Ted White Jr.

SPOUSES: Glynn Turman (m. 1978-1984)Ted White (m. 1961-1969)

Glynn Turman, who was married to Franklin from 1978 to 1984, was joined by Stevie Wonder for a visit Tuesday. The actor said his former wife was ‘strong until the very end’ before her death that left millions of fans devastated all over the world.

Women fell in love with the songs RESPECT and the song became an anthem for women everywhere.  Natural Woman made women feel as though their natural beauty could shine through and they didn’t have to be afraid to show it. You could always leave it to Aretha to challenge what one may have thought of as the Norm and give us much style,  grace, beauty, strength & courage. Although her life was not always easy, she still gave us the chills with her dynamite voice and her way of bringing a song, making it her own and leaving the audience captivated.  Her special gift  was more about wringing profound emotion from a song lyric than about vocal gymnastics!

Aretha Franklin’s family has publicly  emphasized that the singer’s funeral is a private event. While some public seating may ultimately become available for the Aug. 31 service at Greater Grace Temple, the family’s guest list is still coming together. For now, the plan remains limited to “family, friends and invited guests,” said family spokeswoman Gwendolyn Quinn.

The funeral is expected to draw many big-name entertainers and dignitaries, as Franklin is laid to rest following her death last Thursday.

A public viewing will be held Aug. 28-29 at the Charles H. Wright Museum of African American History, 9 a.m. to 9 p.m. each day.

We will all surely miss this great woman and are so thankful and grateful to her for sharing her beautiful voice & spirit with each of us!

Still in Love With You

This incredibly beautiful song speaks volumes of what Phil Lynott must have been feeling at the time he sat and wrote these lyrics.  Phil was an incredibly strong lyricist as well as singer and bassist.  Reading through the song lyrics and listening and watching as he sings this song, my heart bleeds with every word. He truly was a genius, phenomenal song writer and great musician.  Thin Lizzy will always be my favorite rock band and Phil Lynott will always be my favorite singer!

This song is on their album Nightlife which was released November 8, 1974.

Still in love with you

I think I’ll fall to pieces
If I don’t find something else to do
This sadness never ceases
I’m still in love with you

My head it keeps on reeling
It’s got me in a crazy spin
But, darling, darling, darling
Is this the end?

I’m still in love with you

They say time has a way of healing
Dries all the tears from your eyes
But, darling, it’s this empty feeling
My heart can’t disguise

After all that we’ve been through
I try my best but it’s no use
I guess I’ll keep on loving you
Is this the end?

Now that it’s all over
Woman, there’s something I think you should know
Baby, baby, think it over
Just one time before you go Call on me, baby
If there’s anything I can do for you
Call on me, baby
Help me see it through

Call on me, baby
Why don’t you call on me, baby
Oh help me see it through
I’m in love with you

Written by: Phillip Parris Lynott

“TEXAS OUR TEXAS “

As many of you know, we have entered into what is called “The Dog Days of Summer!” The temperatures here in Texas are horrendous and many have been experiencing heat strokes due to the scorching temperatures. This hasn’t stopped our homeless people from sleeping under bridges, standing with their signs on the side of the road asking for money for food or drink. My heart goes out to those with nowhere to go to stay cool and for our elderly who may not have enough air-conditioning and also to any pets who are left out doors in this scorching heat.

Construction work is everywhere in the Dallas/Fort Worth Metroplex as far as the eye can see, and contracts have to be fulfilled which means, the men and women construction workers must take every precaution available and continue working in these triple digit temperatures.

Temperatures have been sky rocketing up into 109 & 110 degrees, which is even too hot to get out in the swimming pool until later in the evening, but while driving and running errands or on my way to work, I still see people out walking the dog or jogging for exercise. The car is terribly hot when you first enter and takes awhile to cool off before you start feeling the coolness from the air-conditioner.  I was born and raised in Texas and still haven’t adapted to this heat.  I am not a fan of  Texas summers at all, but I do what I have to do to manage.

What a great time to be in the Heating/Air-conditioning business. This is the life we live here in Texas and although we love our state, our steers, longhorns, State Bird (Mockingbird) and bluebonnets and are very proud to live here, for people such as myself, I will sure be happy when these sultry hot days are over and fall & winter visit again!

Here is a little something to leave each of you with:

“Texas, Our Texas,” the official state song of Texas, was adopted by the Legislature in 1929 after being selected in a state-wide competition. It was composed by William J. Marsh of Fort Worth. The lyrics were written by Marsh and Gladys Yoakum Wright.

Texas, Our Texas

Texas, Our Texas! all hail the mighty State!
Texas, Our Texas! so wonderful so great!
Boldest and grandest, withstanding ev’ry test
O Empire wide and glorious, you stand supremely blest.
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Texas, O Texas! your freeborn single star,
Sends out its radiance to nations near and far,
Emblem of Freedom! it set our hearts aglow,
With thoughts of San Jacinto and glorious Alamo.
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Texas, dear Texas! from tyrant grip now free,
Shines forth in splendor, your star of destiny!
Mother of heroes, we come your children true,
Proclaiming our allegiance, our faith, our love for you.

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God bless you Texas! And keep you brave and strong,
That you may grow in power and worth, throughout the ages long.
God bless you Texas! And keep you brave and strong,
That you may grow in power and worth, throughout the ages long.

 

“THIN LIZZY”

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You can know that the final show is coming up, and prepare yourself for it mentally, but when it finally occurs, it's like a dream. You stand there feeling the love the audience has for you, and you think, 'Is this really going to end? - Phil Lynott

As a follow up to my previous post about rediscovering Thin Lizzy and front man Phil Parris Lynott all over again, I have been listening to their songs more than ever for the past few weeks and falling in love all over again! Something that is puzzling me though is how could I have been such a huge fan of theirs but not know until a few weeks ago that Phil was dead and has been dead for over 32 years? The only thing I can think of is as I grew older and became a mother, life happened and I was so involved with my children and my studies that I lost track; but 32 years of not knowing? Maybe I did know at the time but was so involved with making sure my children were well taken care of that I didn’t have time to really elaborate on it. Marriage, children, work, college, life, etc., is quite a lot on people and that’s the only explanation I have.

I do know it hit me really hard a few weeks ago as I pulled them up on YouTube and started listening and seeing his last interview, the interviews with band members regarding his death, his statue and grave along with the interview of his mother, Philomena and his then wife, Caroline. I went into total shock and cried. How can this be that this many years has gone by and I started back tracking my own life and examining it and the only thing I can honestly come up with is that Life Happened and I was so engrossed with my sons and education, that somehow it was pushed out of my memory. “Still unsure.” The fact is, I know now and am savoring each and every song and the memories of this band. I do realize that in the Unites States, they were not as huge as they should have been, so there were only a few of their songs on the radio and/or MTV.

The sultry, soulful vocals of lead singer Phil Lynott with that beautiful Irish accent gives an extra bang to each song sang. His charismatic charm and the way he worked the crowd and just oozed with sex appeal was the icing on the cake. Brian Robertson & Scott Gorham were known to work the crowd as well.

The instrumental talents of each member brought a fiery explosion of excitement to each performance. The members of the band changed throughout the years, giving way to other performers having an opportunity to play and tour with this great band. Many talented artists have expressed their sincere gratitude to Phil Lynott for giving them the opportunity to play with Thin Lizzy and his other bands.

Original band (1969–1983)

The original band was led and run by writer, singer and bassist (and occasional acoustic guitar player) Phil Lynott. Thin Lizzy disbanded when he decided to end the group.

Excerpts taken from: http://www.thefullwiki.org

Phil Lynott – Founder, Bass guitar, lead vocals, acoustic guitar

Brian Downey – Drums, percussion

Eric Bell – Guitar & backing vocals

Eric Wrixon – Keyboards & backing vocals

Gary Moore – Guitar & backing vocals

Scott Gorham – Guitar & backing vocals

Brian Robertson – Guitar & backing vocals

Snowey White – Guitar

Darren Wharton – Keyboards & backing vocals

John Sykes – Guitar

Songs I’ve been listening to:

Boys are back in Town, Black Rose, Emerald, Still in Love with You, Got to give it up, The King’s Call, Philomena, Bad Reputation, One Wish, The Sun Goes Down, Sarah, Cowboy Song, Jailbreak, Old Town, The Rocker, The Spirit of Man, Ode to a Black Man, The Rocker, Thunder and Lightening, Angel of Death, Chinatown, Hollywood (Down on your Luck), Don’t Believe A Word, Dancing In The Moonlight (It’s Caught Me In It’s Spotlight), Rosalie, Waiting For An Alibi, Do Anything You Want To, Somebody Else’s Dream, Chinatown, Mexican Blood, Killer On The Loose, Whisky In The Jar, Out In The Fields, Nineteen, (Gary Moore & Phil Lynott), Pariesiene Walkways (Gary Moore & Phil Lynott), Wild One, Fighting My Way Back, Showdown, Dear Miss Lonely Hearts, That woman’s gonna break your heart, Can’t get away, A Night in the Life of a Blues Singer & The Man’s a Fool.

It’s incredibly amazing how Phil was able to write so many songs, perform these songs plus find time to work with other great artists like Huey Lewis, Mark Knopfler as well as countless others. It has been so great to have the ability to listen as well as watch this amazing band perform and Phil sing these songs, weather it be with his band T.L., solo or with the other bands he formed. I can’t help but say that I did experience great sadness listening to his voice and knowing this incredibly gifted, talented and genius of a singer, songwriter, poet and artist is no longer here in the land of the living.

Songs, “One Wish, The Sun goes Down and Still in Love with You,” have a way of tugging and pulling at your heart as you listen to Lynott’s sultry, melodious voice and feel through his vocals the pain he must have felt while writing each lyric.

With that being said, I must say, that Gary Moore is much missed as well and both he and Phil Lynott made huge contributions to the music industry and the hearts of many fan. These two men and Thin Lizzy as a whole, are responsible for so many realizing their dream of becoming a performer. We can never forget Gary Moore’s bluesy voice and his ability to bring out the goosebumps on each and every listener as he played his guitar and sang. The death of these two men were a huge loss for the music industry and there will never be another Phil & Gary!

A famous quote from Phil Lynott: “I tasted freedom and I really liked it.”

I will continue listening to Thin Lizzy and will hopefully one day fulfill my dream of traveling to Dublin, Ireland to visit the grave and statue of the late, great Philip Parris Lynott. He has to be smiling upon his beautiful, strong & precious mother who has worked diligently to ensure his legacy remains intact and alive. I can’t even imagine the grief she experienced losing her son, and I can’t forget his ex-wife, Caroline who suffered a great loss as well and had to raise both daughters on her own without the love and support of their father.

One thing is for sure. Thin Lizzy will live on forever in the hearts and minds of their fans!

Philip Lynott: Born: August 20, 1949 – Died: January 4, 1986

Gary Moore: Born: April 4, 1952 – Died: February 6, 2011

Rock on and rest in peace brothers!

It’s Like a Heatwave

Everyone who knows anything about Texas knows that it comes with some extreme heat in the summertime. This summer has been no different. We have had temperatures in the three digits and nights in the smoldering upper 90’s as late as eight and nine o’clock at night. Running the air conditioning is a must and never mind what the electric bill is when received; because without it, a human being would not be able to stay in their home comfortably.

My thoughts are always with the elderly who are afraid to turn their air on in the summer or don’t have air conditioners to turn on, the animals living out of doors and the many homeless people living under the bridges and sleeping on sidewalks. I know for myself, I have to have air and it has gotten to the point now that I am considered middle-aged, I have to have not only my central air but a fan beside my bed as well. Oh, the joys of aging and going through the midlife crisis! It is what it is, but I sure will be so happy to see some cooler weather.

It has been wonderful getting out in the swimming pool and having my sons and their families over and watching my grandchildren have a great time swimming. While driving around town or through not only my neighborhood but others, people are doing what they have to do to stay cool. It takes me back to the tiny country town I grew up in out in West Texas. There was a man with a snow cone stand and he had to have had the best snow cones in the world, or so it seemed in those days. His machine shaved the ice so fine that it was almost the consistency of real snow. The cones were large and the syrup came in all flavors and was just mind-blowing delicious! Of course, I know that there are snow cone stands these days with modern technology that can shave ice so fine that it actually melts in the mouth, but back in the late 60’s, 70’s & 80’s this was great for that time and for a small town like the one I am speaking of.

Well, summer will stick around a little while longer, hopefully, I will get some good fishing in, but I won’t be doing any while the temperatures are in the triple digits. I am patiently awaiting fall and winter.

The Dog Days of Summer

The Dog days, a name for the most sultry period of summer, from about July 3rd to August 11th. Named in early times by observers in countries bordering the Mediterranean, the period was reckoned as extending from 20 days before to 20 days after the conjunction of Sirius (the dog star) and the sun. In the latitude of the Mediterranean region, this period coincided with hot days that were plagued with disease and discomfort. The time of conjunction varies with difference in latitude, and because of the precession of the equinoxes it changes gradually over long periods in all latitudes.

Due to a very slow wobble of Earth’s axis, the Dog Star now seems to rise later than it did in ancient times. Its ascension no longer coincides with the start of the Nile flood (which does not occur anyway, because the river is now controlled by the Aswan Dam), but Sirius still makes its appearance during hot summer days.

Old-timers believed that rainfall on the dog days was a bad omen, as foretold in this verse:
Dog Days bright and clear
Indicate a happy year;
But when accompanied by rain,
For better times, our hopes are vain.

Dog Days are approaching; you must, therefore, make both hay and haste while the Sun shines, for when old Sirius takes command of the weather, he is such an unsteady, crazy dog, there is no dependence upon him.

The Old Farmer’s Almanac, 1817

Discovering Thin Lizzy all Over Again and Frontman the Late Phil Lynott August 20, 1949 – January 4, 1986

 

I am a huge music fan and love music of many genres. I am especially intrigued by music from the 60’s, 70’s & the 80’s. I listen to a wide variety of music and at one time in my life chased the dream of being a singer. I still love singing and writing song lyrics.

Over the weekend I was relaxing watching YouTube videos and ran across a video by Thin Lizzy. Well, I was born in 1963, so I love music from that era and have always loved “The Boys are Back in Town,” but had no idea that the band was from Dublin Ireland and who the members where. As I listened to the boys are back in town, it brought back so many fond memories of growing up in the small West Texas town that I grew up in as well as my many friends. I continued listening and wanted more, so I started listening to more of their songs and ran across videos of them singing live and saw Phil Lynott their lead singer. I knew his beautiful voice but had never seen him and was drawn to him and the other members of the band. They were an outstanding, hard rocking band and he was an incredible lyricist. I listened to many of their songs as I watched their videos and started watching videos that his beautiful mother, Philomena made after his death.

Philip Parris Lynott (20 August 1949 – 4 January 1986) was an Irish musician and songwriter. His most commercially successful group was Thin Lizzy, of which he was a founding member, the principal songwriter, lead vocalist and bassist. He was known for his distinctive plectrum-based style on the bass, and for his imaginative lyrical contributions including working class tales and numerous characters drawn from personal influences and Celtic culture. Excerpts are taken from Wikipedia.

They sang a song called “The Sun Goes Down.” What a truly amazing song, with lyrics that gave me goosebumps. His deep Baritone voice and the band’s choice in music was hauntingly beautiful. It’s so sad that he and many of our great musician’s have passed away due to drug use. The song made me wonder if he were making reference to himself and his life. I don’t know, what I do know is that he left behind a great legacy with lots of wonderful songs for us all to enjoy and fans who still remember where they were when a new Thin Lizzy song played on the radio.

I admire his mother, “Philomena Lynott’s” courage, strength, and determination to ensure her son’s legacy is kept alive in a dignified manner. He has status dedicated to him, wax figures in his memory. He left behind two beautiful daughters who are now adults with their own families but still work diligently to keep their father’s memory alive.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phil_Lynott

You Listen- A Poem

You listen as the rain pounds the rooftops & window panes.
Leaving wet traces behind as you peacefully fall asleep.

You listen as the television & radio play favorite tunes and movies.
While birds, locust & crickets together sing sweet melodies.

You listen as the howling wind whips through the trees.
While sounds of rustling leaves create perfect harmony.

You listen as the ocean’s waves sway to a gentle breeze.
While friends confide in you their fears, hopes, and dreams..

You listen as aggressively dog’s bark protecting our home at night.
As you awaken to another day of great possibilities.

You listen patiently to so many things,
But why my love will you not listen to me?

Jasmine D. Parker

Not a Good Week to Remember!

Often times it’s hard to watch the news.  There are so many stories that don’t make the news that would enlighten so many and bring hope to those who believe there is no hope left.  Then we have the sad & shocking stories that do make the headlines that leave us all in disbelief and feeling like we just took a trip into the Twilight Zone.

Tuesday with the death of Kate Spade hitting the airways and the sad news that she committed suicide. Then Friday rolls around and we hear the news that Anthony Bourdain has died and he also committed suicide. These two sad stories brought so much sadness to so many people.  You could hear the pain in the celebrities that were interviewed and read the pain in those who wrote statements and fans who wrote comments on different articles.

I have no idea if Kate or Anthony knew one another, but the situations surrounding their deaths are still sad all the same.

Not only were they both celebrities; but they were around the same age.  Spade was 55, and Bourdain was 61; both with different careers and fan-based demographics.

The media has not released whether or not Anthony left a suicide note or not.  At this time it looks as though no note was left so that still leaves the question as to why he felt so lost that he couldn’t reach out for help?  Many people wear a mask and are one way around people or the camera if they are famous and a complete other way when they are alone. The Great Coverup!  As sad as it is, two great people are gone suddenly and two families are devastated and two daughters are left without their parents.  Kate’s daughter cannot go talk to her mother when older about boys, her Senior Prom and all the things young girls and mother’s talk about or help her daughter prepare for her wedding when older.  Anthony’s daughter cannot go to him and discuss boys and the fact that a boy wants to take her out or to Senior Prom and he won’t be there to walk his daughter down the isle one day when she gets married.

Common Denominators:

Both highly successful in their careers and both left behind young children to forever be confused as to why their parents chose to leave this world the way they did; and questioning, if it might have been something they did or if their parents loved truly loved them.

Kate Spade did leave a note telling her daughter how much she loved her and ending it with ask Daddy. The note only leaves more questions than answers for a young child and who knows if her daddy really has the correct answers or not?  The last I read Kate’s husband stated that she was suffering from depression.  Let’s just hope he and the rest of the family can provide this beautiful child with the love, attention, and therapy she is definitely going to need to pull her life together.  My heart goes out to them all.

Often times when a person commits suicide, they have been contemplating it and maybe have even tried and failed.  When celebrities take their lives, it usually creates a spike in suicidal thoughts and actions. Fans and everyday people look at Celebrities as individuals who have it all together and are living the good life that many of us would love to live.  Many of us forget that these are just ordinary individuals who may have careers on television and are in the limelight, but they are human just as we are, with emotions and problems that they face on a daily basis with deadlines to meet, bills and taxes to pay as we do.  These people have marital problems, family issues, and have an image they must try to live up to for the public.

There has been an increase in suicide in the last few years and the age of the victims are getting younger and younger.

Risk Factors According to the CDC:

More than half of the Americans studied by the CDC who died by suicide did not have a mental health condition. Substance abuse, financial stress and relationship problems or loss are all factors that contribute to suicide risk, data shows. Suicide remains the 10th leading cause of death in the U.S., according to the CDC.

Questioning suicide? Call someone, anyone: A friend, neighbor, family member, religious figure, hospital, doctor, mental health specialist, the police department or the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 1-800-273-TALK (8255).

Anthony Michael Bourdain – The Death of a Great Man. June 25, 1956 – June 8, 2018

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Anthony Michael Bourdain was born on June 25, 1956, to Pierr & Gladys Bourdain in New York City.  He was an American celebrity chef, author, travel Documentarian, and international culture, cuisine, and the human condition.  He was noted by popular sources as one of the popular sources as one of the most influential chefs in the world.

Bourdain was a 1978 graduate of the Culinary Institute of America and a veteran of numerous professional kitchens, including many years spent as executive chef at Brasserie Les Halles. He first became known for his 2000 bestselling book Kitchen Confidential: Adventures in the Culinary Underbelly. His first food and world-travel television show were A Cook’s Tour, which ran for 35 episodes on the Food Network from 2002 through 2003. In 2005 he began hosting the Travel Channel’s culinary and cultural adventure programs Anthony Bourdain: No Reservations (2005–2012) and The Layover (2011–2013). In 2013, he switched to CNN to host Anthony Bourdain: Parts Unknown.

Though best known for his culinary achievements and television presentations, along with several books on food and cooking and travel adventures, Bourdain’s lesser-known writings include both fiction and historical nonfiction.

I remember watching my first episode of No Reservations back in 2010 and The Layover which premiered November 21, 2011. I was immediately hooked on both shows and Bourdain’s charismatic personality and no-nonsense approach.

He leaves to mourn his death his daughter Ariane, who was born in 2007 to Bourdain and Ottavia Busia, his parents, Gladys Bourdain & Pierre Bourdain, his younger brother, Christopher and his partner Asia Argento.

Many friends and celebrities have given their condolences and shared many fond memories of the handsome, colorful chef that we all had the pleasure of enjoying and traveling via television each week.

He will live on in our hearts and many prayers go out to his family & friends!

If you or anyone you know may be contemplating suicide and need someone to talk to, call the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline ‘1-800-273-TALK (8255 …(1-800-273-8255) or visit suicidepreventionlifeline.org..

Today is My Birthday and the Anniversary of the Death of My Husband

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Grieving the loss of a spouse is hard. Death, regardless of the details, can be devastating to those left behind. The loss becomes greater when it occurs on a special day such as the surviving spouses birthday. I am writing this because my husband passed away 6 years ago today, on my birthday while talking to me on the telephone.

Stan, my husband was an incredible man and human being. He had a way of looking at a person and peering deep into their soul and finding good within. All who knew Stan loved him and his amazing personality. I tell people he and I fell in love over Sirius XM Radio.

Stan loved Sirius XM radio and had one in his vehicle and another for the house. When he and I met and started dating, it was unconventional for some but a sign of the times for others. We met online, clicked, started dating and eventually married. It was a match made in perfect heaven. I didn’t really know anything about Sirius radio, so he used it to his advantage asking me what type of music I liked listening to and programming it into his radio. We would ride around talking, listening to the radio and just enjoy our time together. Talking about finding love on a two-way street! We fell madly in love! After dating almost a year, he asked me to marry him, I said yes, we were married and our lives were filled with bliss. Our families blended very well and we created a love haven and our marriage left an incredibly positive mark on all who met us. One thing about my husband, he truly loved me, supported me, encouraged me as I loved, supported and encouraged him. We lifted each other up daily. I shared my passion and love for writing with him and he thought it was just the coolest thing and was most encouraging. He loved sitting and/or lying in bed reading things that I had written and would encourage me to go further.

My husband was a truck driver and I enjoyed traveling the road with him. We traveled many places and were able to connect to one another one a much deeper level. Having met so many people out there on the road, I can truly understand why men and women love the trucker life.

June, 4th, 2012, I was not out on the road with Stan, because I had started back working. He and I had talked several times that day and he jokingly was teasing me about getting older as this was my birthday. We laughed and talked and told one another we would talk again when I got off work to discuss what we would do to celebrate on the weekend when he came home.

When I got off work, he called and I talked to him while driving home, but during our conversation, the call dropped. I just figured it dropped because he went through a dead zone and after trying him back and no response, I just figured he would call me back when he was able to get a better and stronger signal and drove on home.

Later after showering and climbing into bed to do some writing, I saw the State Troopers pull up in front of my house. The one on the passenger’s side pointed to their computer and then to our house. They both exited the vehicle, put their hats on their heads and proceeded to walk up our sidewalk. I put my robe on, they rang the doorbell and I answered the door. The officer standing closest to the door asked me if I were Mrs. Parker and I stated yes and he then asked if I knew Stan Parker?, and I said yes; But as I said yes, I started shaking my head saying no, no, and tears flooded down my face as I started screaming and instinctively knew my sweet husband was gone. The officers confirmed that he had passed away while driving down the freeway. Onlookers stated that his truck slowed down, veered to the right, ran off the highway and through a bobwire fence and came to a stop in a hay field. The troopers both stated that my husband was deceased when the EMS arrived on the scene.

It was confirmed that my husband passed away from a massive heart attack caused by degenerative heart disease. To lose my husband was hard enough, but to lose him the same day of my birthday, became almost too much for me to bear. The pain and heartache of losing him caused me to sink into a dark depression.

The pain of having to tell the children he was gone and to put one foot in front of the other was harder, but it had to be done. I am so grateful to the family and friends who were there for me in my time of need. I truly am thankful for people who dedicate their lives to counseling those going down the dark path of Grief!

Through my faith, I found the courage to hold my head up high again, love myself, love life and continue to pour my feelings and emotions into writing. I had no idea that there are so many people in this world who are in such a deep state of Grief. I meet people at the mall, grocery stores and other places who start talking to me because they feel something or see something in me that makes it genuinely easy for them to talk to me.

My name is Jasmine Parker, today, June 4th is my birthday and I remember the love that I lost on this day 6 years ago. My husband, Stanly W. Parker. One day we will see each other again, but as selfless as you were in life, I know you would want me to find love again and live a wholesome life!

Grieving the Loss of a Beloved Pet

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We’ve all heard these various animal quotes:
“A Dog is a Man’s best friend,”
“Outside of a book, a dog is Man’s best friend.”
“An animal’s eyes have the power to speak a great language.”
“We can judge the heart of a man by his treatment of animals.”

These are humorous quotes and when you take a look at your beloved pet, you can truly see why these quotes were created.  Animals can truly become a best friend and a huge part of one’s family.

The love and bond shared between a family and their pet, is truly unbreakable. A pet is truly a member of the family and often times pets accompany their families on vacations, to the pet stores as well as their daily walks in the neighborhood & parks.  A pet can detect when someone is ill and have often detected when a person was having a seizure.  Dogs have been known to assist the blind, bring joy and happiness to the elderly, sniff out cancer, illegal drugs as well as assist in finding missing people or recovering the bodies of individuals who have been murdered.

Animals are a huge asset to society and love their human families as much as they are loved by their human families;  But what happens when that beloved pet becomes ill or passes away suddenly?  The trauma of the loss of a beloved pet can be as devastating as the loss of a human family member. The passing of a pet can bring out emotions one never knew existed and the loss can send that pet owner or pet family into a journey of grief and mourning.  The pain is real and for anyone to say that it was just a dog or just an animal, can be very insensitive to the grieving pet owner.

If children are involved, it is best to sit down with them and break the news of their beloved pet gently and allow them to be a part of the going home ceremony depending on their age.

These days there are pet cemetery’s, headstones and grave markers for pets.  Many may find themselves needing to reach out to support groups and/or therapist to help with their healing process. Going out and buying or adopting another pet right away,  may just be what some families or individuals need to help with their healing process, but for others, they may feel it’s too early and require more time to heal.

One thing is for sure, pets are amazing,  loving and faithful!

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You will know Your Loved One’s in Heaven

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“At the resurrection, people will neither marry, nor be given in marriage; they will be like the angels in heaven.” (Matthew 22:30)

We won’t be married, but will know our loved ones in heaven!

Just to know we will know our loved ones in heaven is an incredible thought!

We will see those smiling faces again and have the ability to touch and hug our loved ones again.  When each of us arrives in heaven, it will not matter to us that marriage does not exist; but just whom will be at the core of our relationships, and how will those relationships be affected?

Even though our Bible says we won’t be married in heaven, it will never take away or detract us from our joy.  We will still see and know our spouses and other loved ones who passed before us.  “Amazing!”  Most importantly, we will know and be with Jesus Christ forever.

I look forward to seeing my late husband, my grandparents, aunts, and uncles and I also look forward to seeing my friends who have past.

I spend time talking to God daily and I thank him for allowing me to see another day.

Each day is a blessing and I feel empowered as I share the Grief Journey that I started almost 6 years ago with others.

 

In The Orchard

“I thought you loved me.” “No, it was only fun.”

“When we stood there, closer than all?” “Well, the harvest moon

“Was shining and queer in your hair, and it turned my head.”

“That made you?” “Yes.” “Just the moon and the light it made

“Under the tree?” “Well, your mouth, too.” “Yes, my mouth?”
“And the quiet there that sang like the drum in the booth.
“You shouldn’t have danced like that.” “Like what?” “So close,
“With your head turned up, and the flower in your hair, a rose
“That smelt all warm.” “I loved you. I thought you knew
“I wouldn’t have danced like that with any but you.”
“I didn’t know. I thought you knew it was fun.”
“I thought it was love you meant.” “Well, it’s done.” “Yes, it’s done.
“I’ve seen boys stone a blackbird, and watched them drown
“A kitten … it clawed at the reeds, and they pushed it down
“Into the pool while it screamed. Is that fun, too?”
“Well, boys are like that … Your brothers…” “Yes, I know.
“But you, so lovely and strong! Not you! Not you!”
“They don’t understand it’s cruel. It’s only a game.”
“And are girls fun, too?” “No, still in a way it’s the same.
“It’s queer and lovely to have a girl…” “Go on.”
“It makes you mad for a bit to feel she’s your own,
“And you laugh and kiss her, and maybe you give her a ring,
“But it’s only in fun.” “But I gave you everything.”
“Well, you shouldn’t have done it. You know what a fellow thinks
“When a girl does that.” “Yes, he talks of her over his drinks
“And calls her a—” “Stop that now. I thought you knew.”
“But it wasn’t with anyone else. It was only you.”
“How did I know? I thought you wanted it too.
“I thought you were like the rest. Well, what’s to be done?”
“To be done?” “Is it all right?” “Yes.” “Sure?” “Yes, but why?”
“I don’t know. I thought you were going to cry.
“You said you had something to tell me.” “Yes, I know.
“It wasn’t anything really … I think I’ll go.”
“Yes, it’s late. There’s thunder about, a drop of rain
“Fell on my hand in the dark. I’ll see you again
“At the dance next week. You’re sure that everything’s right?”
“Yes.” “Well, I’ll be going.” “Kiss me…” “Good night.” …
“Good night.”

`By Muriel Stuart

Dirge Without Music

I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.

So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned
With lilies and with laurel they go, but I am not resigned.

Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you.
Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust.
A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew,
A formula, a phrase remains,—but the best is lost.

The answers quick and keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love,—
They are gone. They are gone to feed the roses. Elegant and curled
Is the blossom. Fragrant is the blossom. I know. But I do not approve.
More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the world.

Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.

`By Edna St. Vincent Millay

 

“ The Paradoxical Commandments”

People are illogical, unreasonable, and self-centered.
Love them anyway.

If you do good, people will accuse you of selfish ulterior motives.
Do good anyway.

If you are successful, you will win false friends and true enemies.
Succeed anyway.

The good you do today will be forgotten tomorrow.
Do good anyway.

Honesty and frankness make you vulnerable.
Be honest and frank anyway.

The biggest men and women with the biggest ideas can be shot down by the smallest men and women with the smallest minds.
Think big anyway.

People favor underdogs but follow only top dogs.
Fight for a few underdogs anyway.

What you spend years building may be destroyed overnight.
Build anyway.

People really need help but may attack you if you do help them.
Help people anyway.

Give the world the best you have and you’ll get kicked in the teeth.
Give the world the best you have anyway.”

-Kent M. Keith

Tim Bergling, aka Avicii – 09/08/1989-04/20/2018

The music world has truly lost a talented and gifted artist and music producer.

Tim Bergling was born on September 8, 1989 to Anki Liden an actress in Stockholm, Sweden.
Better known by his stage name Avicii , was a Swedish musician, DJ, remixer and record producer.

One of the most popular DJs of the late-2000s EDM boom, Grammy-nominated Swedish producer Avicii went on to top the charts in multiple countries and tour the world with his uplifting house anthems. Born Tim Bergling in Stockholm in 1989, he began making music at the age of 16, posting his remixes in online forums of electronic music. At age 18 he was writing and remixing tracks in his bedroom and uploading them onto the Internet, which landed him to sign his first record label deal.

He took great pride in remixing tracks for Dizzee Rascal, Robyn, and also Little Boots. Bergling issued a handful of his own singles, like “Bromance” and “My Feelings for You” in 2010. “Seek Bromance” — which added the vocals of Amanda Wilson atop his earlier track — became a modest hit across Europe. However, it wasn’t until his next single, 2011’s “Levels,” that his international popularity exploded. Featuring a sample of Etta James’ “Something’s Got a Hold on Me,” the track topped dance charts across the globe and reached platinum status in at least ten countries, launching Avicii into the mainstream.

He rose to prominence in 2011 with his breakthrough single “Levels”. His debut studio album, True (2013), featured electronic music blended with elements of several music genres and received generally positive reviews from music critics. It peaked within the top ten in more than fifteen countries and topped the Australian, Swedish, Danish and US dance charts.

It was supported by the lead single “Wake Me Up”, which topped most music markets in Europe and reached number four in the US. In 2015 he released his second studio album, Stories, and in 2017 he released an EP titled Avīci (01). In 2016 he retired from touring due to health issues.

His catalog of music also included the singles “I Could Be the One” with Nicky Romero, “You Make Me”, “X You”, “Hey Brother”, “Addicted to You”, “The Days”, “The Nights”, “Waiting for Love”, “Without You” and “Lonely Together”. Bergling was nominated for Grammy Awards for his work on “Sunshine” with David Guetta in 2012 and his track “Levels” in 2013. Several music publications credit Bergling as among the DJs who ushered electronic music into Top 40 radio in the early 2010s.

Sadly Tim Bergling died on April 20, 2018 in Muscat, Oman at the age of 28.He leaves to mourne his passing, his mother, Anki Liden , siblings, Anton, Linda and David in Stockholm, Sweden.

Six days later, his family stated in an open letter that he had suffered from severe stress and mental-health issues for a number of years. The letter was widely interpreted to imply that the manner of his death was suicide.

The letter read: “Our beloved Tim was a seeker, a fragile artistic soul searching for answers to existential questions. An over-achieving perfectionist who traveled and worked hard at a pace that led to extreme stress,” read the statement, released Thursday. “When he stopped touring, he wanted to find a balance in life to be happy and be able to do what he loved most — music.”

Avicii had in the past suffered acute pancreatitis, in part due to excessive drinking. After having his gallbladder and appendix removed in 2014, he canceled a series of shows in attempt to recover.

The Swedish performer retired from performing in 2016 but still produced albums and songs.

The Music Industry has truly lost a gifted and talented artist!

{REST IN PEACE AVICII}

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Prince Rogers Nelson – Our Prince 06/07/1958 – 04/21/2016

Prince Rogers Nelson was born in Minneapolis, Minnesota, to Mattie Shaw, a jazz singer, and social worker, and John L. Nelson, a lyricist, and pianist. His father’s stage name was “Prince Rogers”. His parents were both from African-American families from Louisiana. They separated during his youth, which caused him to move back and forth. Prince had a troubled relationship with his step-father which eventually caused him to run away from home.

He was adopted by the Anderson family and soon after became best friends with their son, Andre Anderson (Cymone).
Together along with Charles Smith, they joined a band called Grand Central. The band later renamed themselves Champagne and were a fairly successful live band, however soon diminished.
His early music career saw the release of Prince, Dirty Mind and Controversy, which drew attention for their fusion of religious and sexual themes. He then released the popular albums 1999 and Purple Rain, cementing his superstar status with No. 1 hits like “When Doves Cry” and “Let’s Go Crazy.” A seven-time Grammy winner, Prince had a prodigious output that included later albums like Diamonds and Pearls, The Gold Experience and Musicology. He died on April 21, 2016, from an accidental drug overdose.

Prince’s Death
On April 21, 2016, Prince was found dead at his Paisley Park compound in Minnesota. The week prior, his plane made an emergency landing and the singer was hospitalized for what was purportedly a severe case of the flu, though reports later stated that the musician was actually given a life-saving “safe shot” for a Percocet overdose. The Carver County sheriff’s department and Midwest Medical Examiner’s office launched an investigation into the cause of death. After the autopsy was performed, his remains were cremated and his close family and friends gathered for a small, private funeral on April 23.

Almost two weeks after the musician’s death, a lawyer revealed that Dr. Howard Kornfeld, a California-based physician who specializes in treatment for those dependent upon and addicted to pain medication, had been called upon by Prince’s team to aid the musician. (The performer had undergone hip surgery some years earlier and was believed to have endured recurring discomfort while giving concerts.) Kornfeld’s son had reportedly flown to Prince’s compound to initiate the recovery process and was among those who found him dead. While Prince’s state of health at the time of his death is unknown, attorney William Mauzy said the artist “was dealing with a grave medical emergency” when Kornfeld was called, as reported by The Minneapolis Star Tribune.

Prince will always be remembered as a musical genius and artist who inspired millions through his music and set an inspirational platform which others still abide by.

He was loved by so many, his death mourned by millions and his legacy will live on forever!

Barbara Bush: Phenomenal Woman!

 

The world has lost a Classy, Elegant, Beautiful and most Phenomenal woman!

Barbara Bush was born in New York City on June 8, 1925.

Her father, Marvin Pierce, was a distant descendant of 14th President of the United States Franklin  Pierce and president of the McCall Corporation, which published the well-known magazines McCall’s and Redbook. Growing up in an Episcopalian family in the bedroom community of Rye, New York, Bush was an athletic and witty child who loved — above all things — to read. She received her primary education at Rye’s Milton Public School and Rye Country Day School before going off to Ashley Hall, a boarding school in Charleston, South Carolina, in 1940.

Barbara Bush was the wife of George H. W. Bush, 41st President of the United States, and served as First Lady of the United States from 1989 to 1993.

Married to her longtime love of 73+ years, Barbara Bush once said “I don’t fear death at all, I’ve done it all”.

The mother of six children — one of whom, a daughter, Robin, died as a child from leukemia — Barbara Bush raised her fast-growing family in the 1950s and ’60s amid the post-war boom of Texas and the whirl of politics that consumed her husband.

 

“According to Time Magazine” ‘I am still old and still in love.’ Barbara Bush paid tribute her husband a month before her death.

Even though English professor Randa Jarrar, wrote and I quote:

“Barbara Bush was a generous and smart and amazing racist who, along with her husband, raised a war criminal,” Jarrar tweeted .

“Fuck outta here with your nice words.”

I do not and will never agree with her comments, but of course, they are protected under the Freedom of Speech.

I absolutely loved and respected Barbara Bush and am saddened by the negative comments.

My own personal opinion of Barbara Bush is: She was a Unique Woman, a woman who was absolutely phenomenal, she did not bite her tongue and said what she meant and meant what she said, disciplined her sons, and grandchildren and raised them on Christian morals and standards.

Barbara Bush was said to love living in Texas.

She and her husband, George H. W. Bush shared a love for one another than can teach others of not only how to be a spouse, but a best friend, confidant, patriot and humanitarian.

This woman brought levity, love, and literacy to millions of people as well as her own family. Not only did she keep them laughing and on their toes, she also kept them studying and reaching for higher grounds. She was the true Matriarch of the Bush family and they along with millions of others will truly miss her.

Letter from Heaven: A Poem

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When tomorrow starts without me,
and I’m not here to see,
if the sun should rise and find your
eyes, filled with tears for me.

I wish so much you wouldn’t cry,
the way you did today,
while thinking of the many things
we didn’t get to say.

I know how much you love me,
as much as I love you,
and each time you think of me,
I know you’ll miss me too.

When tomorrow starts without me,
don’t think we’re far apart,
for every time you think of me,
I’m right there in your heart.

`Author Unknown

Perhaps

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Perhaps some day the sun will shine again,
And I shall see that still the skies are blue,
And feel one more I do not live in vain,
Although bereft of you.

Perhaps the golden meadows at my feet,
Will make the sunny hours of spring seem gay,
And I shall find the white May-blossoms sweet,
Though You have passed away.

Perhaps the summer woods will shimmer bright,
And crimson roses once again be fair,
And autumn harvest fields a rich delight,
Although You are not there.

But though kind Time may many joys renew,
There is one greatest joy I shall not know
Again, because my heart for loss of You
Was broken, long ago.”

~Vera Brittain

The Loss

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For those of us who have ever walked through the Valley of the death of a loved one, we may feel after the first few months, that we can begin to move on with our feelings and emotions. However, we soon find ourselves grieving as we did before because the feelings are still present in our lives.
Often times, Family and Friends assume that a grieving person is moving on with their lives and putting everything in the past. No one can even begin to gauge how another person is feeling. Our Grief Journey is our own personal journey and everyone grieves differently.
Understanding our own Grief will also be beneficial as to the types of help we allow Family, Friends and our counselors to provide for us.
They don’t know how we are feeling until we open up and tell them.
There will be days we don’t feel like talking on the telephone and shouldn’t feel guilty because it is normal.
It is a good idea to journal our thoughts and feelings. This is a great way to track our progress. The grief journey is not an easy one, but it is one that we all must go through at some point in our lives and when we continue to have faith that we will be fine and God will provide comfort, healing, and support as we walk down our dark path of grief.