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My First Writing Challenge

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This is my first writing challenge. I entered after reading about it on Sophie’s page. The topic was passion. pingback: Free Style Writing Challenge – Sophie Speaks Up These are the rules for this challenge: 1. Open a blank Document 2. Set a stop watch or your mobile phone timer to 5 or 10 minutes, whichever challenge you prefer. 3. Your topic is at the foot of this post BUT DO NOT SCROLL DOWN TO SEE IT UNTIL YOU ARE READY WITH YOUR TIMER!!! 4. Once you start writing do not stop until the alarm sounds! 5. Do not cheat by going … Continue reading My First Writing Challenge

Angels, Heroes, Musings4 Comments

Heroes

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Our father was in the Army where he fought in the Korean war and World War 2. He lived a life of turmoil, but thankfully, died peacefully in his sleep. Our Uncle Tommy served in World War 2. He was a fisherman who lived a quiet life until he died at Buffalo’s Veteran’s Hospital. Our brother was in the Air Force, then the Army,  where he fought in the Dominican Republic. He was killed in Pleiku Province, South Vietnam. Our cousin, Jonathan was in the Army. He served during the Vietnam war. He was killed while on leave. He was protecting family. … Continue reading Heroes

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AND if ONLY

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And If Only And if only the years were between twenty and forty And if only we had lived in the same city And if only we had boarded the same plane And if only we had shared a cab And if only we had shopped at the same store And if only we had lived in the same neighborhood And if only you had been the boy next door And if only that simple twist of fate had not been so cruel Continue reading AND if ONLY

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Yet I  Remain. A Poem.

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Originally posted on en Route:
Ive watched as Theyve all moved on, many long gone, Yet I remain. As theyve all grown up, began life, Yet I remain. I see perfection, opportunity, and my heart burns with jealousy, Yet I remain. Ive learned so much, dreams, aspirations, marginilized , relegated to a life that can no longer fulfill me, my happiness on hiatus, Yet I remain. Ive prayed, Ive begged, Ive pleaded, watching time slip by, terrified of losing my youth, the world is missing out on me, and I, the world, Yet I remain. Yet I remain, stagnated by… Continue reading Yet I  Remain. A Poem.

The Rewards & Heartaches of Home Care9 Comments

Can You Really Walk a Mile in The Shoes of a Quadriplegic?

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“_* _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ ** _* _ _ * * ***_ * *_* _*_* _ _ _ _ *_ _* _ _* * ***.” “Nothing ever changes.” “Twelve years is too long. I’m tired of nurses. I’m tired of my family. I’m tired of wishing I were dead.” I couldn’t escape Michael’s words, or the image of him lying there using Morse Code to tap out his emotions. What could I say? How could I respond? Webster’s definition of empathy: “the feeling that you understand and share another person’s experiences and emotions: the ability to … Continue reading Can You Really Walk a Mile in The Shoes of a Quadriplegic?

Musings, what my camera sees5 Comments

Why Does His Grass Look Better Than Mine?

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This blog was inspired by reading A Coffee Break With Mike and his post “The Grass Isn’t Always Greener.”https://acoffeebreakwithmike.wordpress.com/2015/05/04/a-shrinking-globe/ After reading Mike’s, as always, very interesting post, I thought about how I’d just said to one of my sisters, that I wished I could visit the places my fellow bloggers on WordPress, live or visit. I commented on the great photos they always post. It was then I realized that I’m always snapping pictures. Walking down streets, riding on buses, even riding in cars. Obviously, there are sights right here at home that attract my eyes. I live close to … Continue reading Why Does His Grass Look Better Than Mine?

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Etta

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     I had a dream about my wife the other night. There was a gentle breeze, the scent of Gardenias and she was there. She was not dressed in a flowing white gown. She wore a red and black jersey knit shirt and black slacks. It was the outfit she wore the night she died. She smiled and said, “Old man, it’s time to come home.”  . I did not argue with her. She was right. Two days later I died in my sleep. I was surprised Etta came for me. I’d suffered through the deaths of our oldest son, … Continue reading Etta

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Always On My Mind

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12 years ago today, my beautiful niece was murdered by her boyfriend’s brother. It was the forth murder involving a family member, in my lifetime. People sometimes ask ‘do you remember what you were doing when…blah blah blah. I remember that day because it was my patient’s mother’s birthday, and I was at work when I got the call.Today brings the memories back of my brother and his ex-wife coming to Niagara Falls to arrange their daughter’s funeral. It brings to mind the trial that my brother could not be a part of, as my sister-in-law traveled constantly from Virginia … Continue reading Always On My Mind

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I Wonder What It Would Be Like To Be a Tree?

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Last year my son L.D. came up with this concept and asked me to turn it into a story. Here is the result of our collaboration. A tree stands tall in a field, and every now and then it drops a leaf on the flowers below. The tree thinks, “I wonder what it would be like to be a flower?” After ten years the field is cleared for housing. The tree is felled, up-rooted and removed. It returns as a flower, never knowing it was once a tree. The flower sits in a garden, adding to its beauty to its … Continue reading I Wonder What It Would Be Like To Be a Tree?