Category Archives: Sadness

Blogroll? Same as getting my groove on?

thE0VMNBUGAs a participant in the Zero to Hero challenge my 13th  task is to create, edit or expand my blog roll. Well, I didn’t have a blog roll so I learned something new today.   I added one, but did not have a lot of time to put thought into it.   I hope to expand on it later.  I really like the idea and the concept of it though.

Advertisements

We All Need HELP at Some Point

re

As a participant in the Zero to Hero challenge my 11th  task is to be a good neighbor, leave at least three comments and share some links you love with your readers.

I try to comment on posts that touch my emotions.  Some make me laugh.  Some make me cry.  Some make me think.   Some teach me.   There is a variety of topics that can be found, an abundance of sites you can learn from and opinions on any subject matter can be found.   I would call WordPress the Webster’s Dictionary of Life.

Today, instead of linking to those sites that I may have commented on I am choosing to pick one of my sites that has touched my heart.

We have never met.  We have never emailed each other.   We have never spoken.   Yet I find myself thinking about her every day.  Although the site isn’t what one would define as exciting, it is the epitome of what WordPress is all about.    To be honest, I am not even sure how I stumbled upon it.    She is someone in need.  She is doing all the right things, therapy, medicine, religion, self-improvement, etc. but still cannot find the answers.  Perhaps if she knew your story, or if knew she was not alone, it would lift her spirits.  Sometimes people just need to hear different opinions or be exposed to different outlooks.  Sometimes people just need a purpose.  She is an awesome photographer and can be found at Anne F Kelly 62.

I don’t have a lot of followers, so I encourage people to re-blog my post, or to link her site on yours so others can contact her and perhaps enrich her life.

Peace Be With You

image

A friend of mine lost his mother to cancer today, brought back all too many memories.

I miss you Mom.

Merry Christmas,

Monique

Frosted Apricot

wpid-20131130_205442-1.jpg

My Thanksgiving this year is not one I would call traditional.  We were planning a small dinner with the boys, late in the evening so they could spend time with their other folks earlier in the day.    But things didn’t come together as we had planned.   One of our older boys was going to Lousiana to see his grandparents with his mother.   Our youngest, who lives with us, was going to his Mom’s for a feast and Christmas tree decorating. And our other two boys were going to their Aunt Kathy’s house for the traditional Hispanic Thanksgiving consisting of turkey and tamales along with all the trimmings.  My husband and I saw this as “our opportunity”.  No cooking. No cleaning.  Just a quick lunch at the local cafeteria.  Heavenly.
…………

The morning was amazing.   While the hubby is on a time clock, you know the one, early to rise early to bed, I am not.  My sleep is sporadic to say the least and the first opportunity I had to sleep in I took it.   After a quick shower I decided to skip the make up and just put on a little lip stick. That’s when my day changed.
…………

About 11:30 I got a text from one of the boys asking what time dinner was.  The “Oh Shit!” factor kicked in immediately. Did I forget to tell one of them I wasn’t cooking?  I had to confess that I had a communication problem and apologize to him. That was followed by a “NM Happy Thanksgiving anyway”   He was fine.  I think.  C’mon! He had turkey and tamales waiting.
…………

As the lipstick was gliding on my bottom lip I realized that I grabbed the wrong tube from my make up bag.  Not that “Frosted Apricot” wasn’t my color, it just looked better on my mother.  This was the tube of lipstick I found in  her purse when she passed away.  I never use it.  I just always have it with me. The scent brought back memories of her hugging me and kissing me on the cheek.  God, what I would give to have one of those hugs again.
………..

Later that day, after our delightful cafeteria meal, it was time for an afternoon nap.  Something we both had time to do since there was no cooking and cleaning. (Big, big smiles here) I cuddled up on the couch with a little black blanket that was left in my car after a trip to San Antonio with a very dear friend.   We used to meet every year in October for the Women of Faith conference .   I have not been able to connect with her.  My emails are not rejected just unanswered.  Her phone still rings but has no voice mail.  I’ve often thought of driving to her home town to hunt her down, but why?  She knows how to reach me.   I miss her,  but I am sure she is fine.  People change.  Relationships change.  Sadly, I skipped Women of Faith this year, but I will be back next year. And every year after that.
……….

By not having the typical hustle and bustle this Thanksgiving, I was able to take some time to reflect and think about those who are no longer with me.  People who I have loved and lost.  The very same people who have played a part in molding me  into the person I am today.   People who have touched my life in a way no one else has been able to.  I was able to take the time to be thankful for not only those I cherish today but also for those I cherished yesterday.
………..

The oldest boy called me late evening on Thanksgiving day.  He called to say “Thanks Mom”.   This was the first Thanksgiving in years that he didn’t get any of my peach cobbler.  Sigh.
…………

I didn’t really think too much about my Dad on Thanksgiving.  It’s not like I have a tube of his lipstick.  Or one of his old blankets.  Next year maybe I’ll pop open a can of Lone Star beer and be thankful for the alcoholism that runs in my family.
…………

Ah yes, next year.  When I cook. No matter what. Even if its only peach cobbler.

Still the Best Voice

 

Helen Keller

wpid-IMG_5458.jpg

I got this picture in a text today.  I laughed.   I googled the image and found it has gone viral.

To me, this is just a reminder that things are not always how we see them, rarely how we hear them, and  usually never the way we feel them.  Our senses can play shattering tricks on us if we allow them to.

Broken

Inspired by today’s daily prompt.

image

BROKEN

Bleeding-Hearts ~

CHRISTian poetry ~ by deborah ann

God loves You used with permissin IBible Verses

We search for love,
in all the wrong places
we seek acceptance
in strangers faces.

We go to chat rooms,
join a dating service
hoping our soul mate
comes to the surface.

We go to nightclubs,
we party, we dance
scanning the crowd
for a little romance.

We wish and we hope,
we beg and we pray
our truest of loves
will come our way.

We are often foolish,
unwise and soft-hearted
and our bleeding-hearts
are often discarded.

So, if you are looking,
for someone you can love
just open up your heart
and look up above.

Jesus loves you,
like no one else ever will . . .
the emptiness in your heart
His grace will quench and fill!

~~~~~~~~~~~~

John 15:13
King James Version

“Greater love hath no man than this,
that a man lay down his life for his friends.”

Copyright 2013
Deborah Ann Belka

View original post

Time Alone

angel_article_new

It seems I’m at a loss for words
But I have so much to say
The days aren’t tough or easy
Not black or white but gray

You used to make me smile
Laughing about little things
But that was long before
You went and got your wings

Even though I cannot see you
I know that you’re around
I can feel you looking down on me
Though I cannot hear a sound

It’s only been two years Mom
But I so miss having you
To always see right through me
When I’m happy sad and blue

My life is a bit chaotic
Never knowing what to do
Tossing turning crying
I know you’ll see me through

I’m glad you are in heaven
What a wonderful place to be
I cannot wait to join you
Then I too will be set free

Until then know I love you
And I miss you everyday
I was once your little angel
Now my angel fly away

The moment