Tag Archives: Pain

My Little Hims

My Hurting Heart

Doubt

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Nevertheless, I am still in love.

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Laugh. Love. Learn to let go.

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This is the letter L of the ABC’s of Genuine Happiness.    Every few days I will be posting a phrase beginning with the next letter of the alphabet seeking your opinion or view on the phrase and how it relates to genuine happiness.

A nice belly laugh. Yes, everyone needs to laugh so hard that their face hurts or their stomach is cramping. I try to find the humor in most situations, good or bad.

For a woman, love is probably the greatest avenue to happiness. We love and we love to be loved. When I love, I love completely and accept people for their imperfections.

Letting go? Hmmm, that’s a tough one. I easily let go of things that anger me. But I have a hard time letting go of someone that I love. Only time can allow me to do that. I would have preferred they left it simply at Learn. Learning makes me happy.

What is your opinion on the letter L:   Laugh.  Love.  Learn to let go.

Leave a comment, write a post on your blog and ping back to me or tag your post with “ABC’s of Happiness” so I can find you in my reader.

Until next time … be thinking about the letter M:  Meditate daily.  Make goals.

Beyond These Walls

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His name was Tito. Well, to be honest I don’t think that was his name but that’s what people called him. According to my son, he was well liked by everyone. According to Tito he would never fit in to society.

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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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Death

I’m surrounded by death.

A boy only twenty one
He fought a long battle
But cancer won the war

A mother of three
Ovarian cancer of all things
In hospice right now

An only son
Married his love one week
Buried his mother the next

A man in his mid forties
Never sick, throws up blood
And is told he has six weeks

I’m surrounded by death
Cancer eats at my soul
Just as it consumed their bodies

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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.

My Beloved Weeble Wobbles

Inspired by Today’s Daily Prompt:  My favorite toy

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Being the youngest of five kids money was stretched pretty far.   We didn’t really want for much but at the same time we didn’t really have much either.   I was the baby and the only girl of us five siblings, so as luck would have it I was slightly spoiled.  My brothers would argue about the word slightly that I use so loosely.   Whatever boys, this is my story so I will remember things my way.

I recall having an imaginary friend that I  treasured the most.  His name was Jimmy Joe.   Don’t ask me why he wasn’t a she named Sarah Sue, I’ve often wondered that and have never come up with an answer.   We lived in very small town, Lake Village, Indiana.  I used to play with Jimmy Joe in the dirt under our trailer home.  One day Jimmy Joe got lost. I can remember my mom outside with me yelling and screaming frantically “Jimmy Joe where are you?  Where are you Jimmy Joe?”.    My mom must have really loved me or she was just plain crazy.  We never found Jimmy Joe and I moved on to Weeble Wobbles.

I loved my Weeble Wobbles, what few I had.   You know the song “weebles wobble but we don’t fall down”.   How could you forget?    One year my parents saved up enough money to get me a weeble wobble house for Christmas.   That was the same year I found out Santa wasn’t real because me and one of my brothers had this bright idea to stay awake and watch Mom and Dad in the reflection of the fish tank while they “played Santa”.

The weeble wobble house was the coolest thing on earth.   But thanks to my brothers we learned very quickly that the house couldn’t survive an explosion.   You see, my brothers thought it would be funny to load it with firecrackers and set it on fire.   I can still hear the explosion.

Yeah, not so funny.   To my brothers, I thank you for taking the beatings from Dad for all of my wrong doings, for protecting the baby girl in the family.   But you guys deserved that one.   RIP Weeble Wobbles!

Always a Baby

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ten little fingers
ten little toes
a perfect little button nose

the years went by
his nose, well it grew
his ten little toes were each in a shoe

and then one day
he drove to a site
but the day would not go right

his ten little fingers
were almost made nine
but still it didn’t make him whine

he puffed out his chest
and he came down the ladder
just after he saw all of the blood splatter

today was the surgery
they sewed him together
Oly whispered “My Dad is all better”

so each morning when you wake up
be happy with what you see
for who knows how tomorrow will be