I really didn't know what to do about her birthday. Should I mention it and see if the kids remember? Should I make a cake? No clue. So I asked them. Grace said, "why don't we get pizza and then go to the bookstore and each pick out a book for Mommy's birthday?" But then she kind of ruined it by saying "and then when Grammie dies we can get a book and when Poppy dies we can get a book and when Ripley (the dog) dies we can get a book." Calvin thought it was a good idea as long as his could be Power Rangers. So that's what we did.Read More
Eight minutes…eight minutes…eight minutes and he was gone.
He is obviously more present dead than alive.
Solid, stoic, and oppressively kind, he was a young man of few words and gone before the smoke from the gun settled into the grassy lawn.
It was eight minutes from the time he stepped out of his brother’s car (singing, laughing, and joking) to the moment his bloody head hit the floor.
Hey, Girl, hey,
I think about you every day,
Thanks for being part of my summer season,
You helped me grow, learn and find reason,
I mourn the loss of you,
A soul so bright, a friend so true,
Loblollies sway and
as we walk your ashes
down the forest hill.
The trres applaud
I haven’t been able to sing a song at church since my dad died. Not one hymn, worship song, nothing has been sung aloud in over 3 years. There were Sundays when I would attempt to sing and tears would flow so fast and heavy that I would nervously wipe them away enough to get to the bathroom and avoid the rest of worship time. I grew to hate this part of church. I would go to the bathroom, pretend the baby needed something, get more water. Anything but having to stand there and bottle my emotions why others praised the lord with their voice.Read More
The writing prompt is to write of a time when I was very afraid. What shall I choose? When did I start feeling afraid as a child? When did I realize that something was not right, not safe, with my mother? Is a "time when I was very afraid" my whole life? No, because I'm no longer very afraid. Or maybe I am, actually! I have certainly found ways to cope with the fear that started early on! Very afraid.. that word "very" in front of afraid causes me to pause. What qualifies as very afraid?Read More
I remember losing Dumb Dog in the pool at the apartment where I often stayed with my Aunt Dottie and Uncle Brad. I don't know how got in the water, I must have dropped him. I was probably about four years old.Read More
Everything is liquid
Stretching back to days spent running through sprinklers on the neighbor's lawns
Roaming closed parks after dark
Screaming out our insides in the middle of barren roads
The longer I live the less I believe in an afterlife. Though the concept of reincarnation tempts me now and again. The idea of a spiritual energy collective appeals to me. So upon death we would each make a spiritual energy deposit into this collective. Kind of like a cooperative bank set up for union members and such like.Read More
There will be no headstone,
where will you go to grieve at sunset?
I want to be there to read your thoughts,
they say we remember things differently.
Will you forget in an ungodly sequence,
hear me speak in another’s voice?
Will remaining be so arbitrary?