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<EM>It is now 3:53 a.m. EST. I have grieved, and she is soon going to be free. She will soon be free. Unexplainably free. Our connection is myst... The photo above was taken today 6-13-2013 after a squall line of heavy thunderstorms rolled through the upstate. While at work I noticed the sky a bri... I can never say thank you enough for those in the Den who have allowed me to run this journey with verse. You have not been judgmental; you have only ... +In Memoriam Dr. Silke Lance, 1980-2005+ Last night Allen wrote this note to me and it brought back the first year and what we went through when we met. Him still in grief over losing Leah. ... This is a simplistic, yet possibly a biased look at life in the confines of a local diner. My thirteen year old grandson, Doogie, has a classmate whose father was found dead in his truck ... of natural causes. He''d gone hunting alone and d... Three days ago our elderly neighbor passed away at home. For the next two days people came and went wishing the widow prayers and best wishes. Yet ton... PORTRAYAL 14. For a loving gifted woman who escaped the hatred. Like a bright star now, you always shine through my love. Yes... Forget the highways, ... Somewhat self-indulgent, self-pity dribble from a sleepless night… better thoughts won out. Death lurks at every corner. Destruction, heartache knows no boundaries nor borders. Almost 5 years ago to this day I felt my own death and destructio... There is
amidst
the usualness of my life,
my best friend. A richness
so dear, it''s loss would,
in the depths of me,
hurt worse than a
rarely seen fam... Dear angel
does the sky still shine
in sacred hues of blue and gold
when seen from your dimension
Sweet angel
is there peace in your heart
that you l... This poem was written as a request from my 80-year old, second grade teacher. The poem will be used, during a school reunion in May, as a memorial tri... I traveled to Italy near my Grandparents home a few years ago.
I could feel them calling me - calling me to come back home to my roots. Look closely ... 400 hundred years on this year we celebrate the legacy of William Shakespeare’s life and literary works. This is my ode to the great Bard,I loved his... The house pictured in the photo is the house of my dreams. It has five bedrooms and three baths, almost 4000 SQ. FT... but better yet it sits on 21.5 ... I watched from a distance as he wept and the following events unfold at a local steakhouse tonight. When kids once walked lengthy distances to school, it was considered a fun thing to do—but not anymore! Haul me there in a car, and let me out at the... This is a personal side of my heart that needs to be shared with my peers. May I introduce you to Antwan and all his personalities.
~*~SKR~*~ My thanks to Dawn for putting that smile on my face today with the E-Card while I was at work I now have a new partner at work now. He is 20 years old and quite adventurous. I have worked with him for a couple of months now and today for some r... OH, how I miss the man in the picture, who was my only sibling. He was murdered, November 8, 1990 and that day will soon be here. The case is still ... Today, New Years Day our beautiful little Smokey crossed over the Rainbow Bridge. She is one of many that we found as babies either in the road or on ... The scene here has changed, but I still remember my friends from back then. This poem is dedicated to my wife. What joy those garden arbors did bring.
The smiles, the laughter, the summer nights embrace beneath the arbors our ... Everyday I watch Allen leave for work and we can hear several neighbors, all much younger and stronger men than Allen, sitting outside sharing there d... Well Gals n' Guys - this FRIGGIN' site just screwed me again! SHIT HAPPENS, RIGHT?
After carefully typing in paragraphs of deive material here, spen... Henry Allingham, of Great Britain, died today. He was one of a handful of World War I Veterans left.
Image (c) 2008, Karla Dorman A 3000 mile journey from the Gulf Coast to the upper Midwest and back in August with lost air conditioning. I’ve dipped my fingertips into grains of sand...Awaiting his breath to touch my lips once more...weeping...our hour and eternity...
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