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In response to Audrine Max’s poem “I Am.” It inspired me.
(Photo taken 8/15/2011 by Jan T. Wilson) About my present life, be it past and over with as such. My Father was laid to rest 4/29/22 with military honors at our local Veterans Cemetery. Today, Memorial Day, I went to visit and talk to my Dad. Also ... Photograph taken by, Theresa F Koch I have tried to harden my heart…
I have tried to just let it all slip away.
I have tried to not to remember…I have tried so hard to just forget.
Ye... '' ... They seem so ... final, like in ''I''ll never see you again.'' ....''
Please keep the families of Tim and Paul Samaras and Carl Young in your ... Two years ago today, my big, strong Daddy passed away.
... I need him now ... .
Image of flower, (c) 2010, Karla Dorman. This is a manu write... My Dad! HE had all sisters - and what characters! I have three BIG brothers! :)) LOL Kate xx (Note: The artwork is not mine, so I give credit to the author of "Tokimeki Memorial." If there is a problem, please contact me and I'll take your wor... Thanks to J. Allen Wilson with his recent posting, "I Remember When" for the idea herein...
I’m old enough to remember a time before cell phones, computers and even microwave ovens. I remember back now as I grow old…for I remember when. The above photo is one of Leah just one minute before my vicious dog jumped in her lap and started licking her face…I tried to find that photo but can... Occasionally, in the morning when I''m waking up
and start to open my eyes, I will see someone in
the room that is rather ordinary either close or
mov... In memory of my Mom, who died on March 17, 1990. I miss you, Mom.
She loved red carnations... St. Patrick''s Day holds little joy for me - my Mom died March 17, 1990. :(
Image (c) 2006, Karla Dorman These words may not be profound, nor even merit response, but I will always in a special way remember…and love you. I know there are some, perhaps eve... Sometimes life throws us a curve ball to which we swing at in the madness of its motion. Sometmies we connect and other times we just flail at the win... Remembering "Her" 2001-2010. Not A Political Endorsement For War Or Hate, Just A Personal Tribute. Hate Begets Hate We Must Determine That Our Spirits... Of myself...I am nothing. Of myself...I am not holy. Of myself...I am not righteousness. It is only because of God that I am these things.
...Still jo... In memory of Harold Warren Taylor
Entered this life December 20th, 1948
Entered into eternal life July 14th, 2004
There is a difference between making a living and having a life. Is it better to die rich, with much money and have seen/done nothing, or die poor but... All of whom shall age shall feel the pangs of death. What sadness it often brings, yet what joy it is if to the hem of HIS garment we should cling. Dedicated to those touched by the devastating earthquake/tsunami on December 26. The ripples are still being felt... Time draws nigh as the continium of cancer treatment goes on. More shots and more therapy is induced to save life…but at what cost? Is death so bad th... Life is beautiful and exciting.... especially intriguing because we can''t see into the future. Good thing! Or we may never want to take another step ... |
