Nicotine/Jelly Bean~Methadone and Beer
Lying eyes/Sullen mouth
A life that’s full of FEAR
Fresh air and Sunshine
Sparkling Eyes and Smiles
Filled with Grace and Spirit Lead
Who will guide us Through our Trials
The family that prayers together~stays together.
The family that drinks together~stinks together.
*yes, you may quote me on that”
My interpersonal relationships play themselves out, in repeated fashion.
Therefore, I ask, “What’s the big deal?”
For me, an ill-defined problem – Continue reading “What’s Next?”
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.”
Continue reading “Three Funerals and a Wedding”
Do I look fat to you?
I don’t look fat to me. But, at the time that picture was taken, I thought I was huge. I thought no one wanted to know me or talk to me.
How did I get that way?
Could it possibly have been from a brother that told me I was a fatty, fatty, two by four? It was one of his repetitive tortures, that gave him a sense of power. Or, was it from a brother-in-law, that called me lard ass, like that was my name? Continue reading “HEAVY Conversation”
Taking it all in stride, Rooster is working to keep up with our granddaughter’s husband. He’s a tall one. Roo is having the time of his life, telling this walking man, everything he’s ever known about the world of welding. If he wants to be heard he has to shuffle much faster, to keep up with those long legs.
The future looks bright.
My husband came home to be by his father’s side, in his time of need.
Now he finds himself, keeping up with the young, that have their whole life in front of them.
They have a baby on the way.
A new baby is like the beginning of all things-wonder, hope a dream of possibilities.~LeShan
Remember friend, as you pass by ~ As you are now, so once was I ~ As I am now, you soon shall be ~ So prepare for Death and follow me.
This is an epitaph from a relative’s tombstone. Words that I grew up with. My grandmother, mother and aunt, use to take us to the cemetery, after Mass. It seemed appropriate to visit the dead, on Sunday.
To walk with head bowed, looking at the dirt and envisioning the emptiness. The nothingness of the after-life. It looked like a weird neighborhood. The tombstones had addresses that were years; one – to the other. The personalities living on in quirky sayings, that haunted me in the week.
I took those words to heart. How was I to prepare for death? Continue reading “This Is Life”