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Dances in Heaven

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There was a time when things were different.

When she greeted herself with “Good morning beautiful” as she brushed her pearly whites, put on her make-up and curled her hair.

When she cooked her eggs sunny side up. And buttered her toast with that fancy squeeze butter that would allow her to paint on it a smiley face looking back at her.

When she whistled to herself every day the tune “You are my sunshine” as she sat in bumper to bumper traffic during her drive into town.

When she greeted strangers on the elevator with a cheerful laugh and wished them all a blessed day as they got off on their floor.

When she danced in the rain.  And made angels in the snow.  And basked in the sun.

When she prayed to God every night and thanked Him for the day that had passed and for the day that will come.

That was before.

Before she lost her dad to alcoholism.  And her mom to cancer.
Before her son succumbed to mental illness.  And her dog to old age.

When she spoke to someone other than the hideous miserable reflection in the mirror that now stared back at her in disgust.

When she listened to someone other than her beloved parrots that simply repeated the words she wanted to hear.

You will always be Daddy’s little girl

Mommy will never leave you darling

I’m so glad you are my Momma

Before.

When the sound of her barking dog brought comfort to her and was not merely a distorted cry for help ringing over and over in her head.   Ringing until she couldn’t take it anymore.

Yes.  Yes indeed.  There was a time when things were different.

Very different.

Poetically different.

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Written in response to the Speakeasy #147

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We All Need HELP at Some Point

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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.