A tear slides gently down her cheek
Leaving a trail to mark its path,
Giving notice of her heart
Remembering years gone by.
She was a daughter
Born into a world full of hate,
Left alone to grow
Into a woman full of love.
Sister to three brothers
Allowing her to be herself,
Giving her room to bloom
Protecting her from harm.
A wife who was loved
Before it was taken from her,
Teaching her an injured heart
Will heal with time.
She is a mother
Full of undying love for her sons,
Support, Pride, and Encouragement
For what they have become.
She is grown now
Having survived half a century,
Living to the fullest
Loving and being loved.
Pat Sinclair 2010
06 August 2010
05 August 2010
Nothing
Before me are steps that lead the way
Climbing to nowhere,
Through mist of thought…
Toward nothing.
Before me is a doorway
Framing the unknown.
Suggestions of hope for more…
Still nothing.
Before me are stones
Placed to create a wall of silence,
Embracing my creativity…
Then nothing.
Before me are plants
Giving color to my reality.
Bringing dreams alive before fading…
Into nothing.
Before me is the way
To the unknown,
Before me is everything…
Yet nothing.
pat sinclair 2010
Climbing to nowhere,
Through mist of thought…
Toward nothing.
Before me is a doorway
Framing the unknown.
Suggestions of hope for more…
Still nothing.
Before me are stones
Placed to create a wall of silence,
Embracing my creativity…
Then nothing.
Before me are plants
Giving color to my reality.
Bringing dreams alive before fading…
Into nothing.
Before me is the way
To the unknown,
Before me is everything…
Yet nothing.
pat sinclair 2010
27 July 2010
Untitled
Start your writing with: "Her hand touched the small box in her pocket and she smiled."
Her hand touched the small box in her pocket and she smiled. Her heart beating wildly, the excitement she felt threatening to overwhelm her. She had only walked the two blocks to her apartment building but it felt as if she had run a marathon. She stumbled as she mistook the distance of the first step, her foot slid off as she began her accent; reaching out she grabbed the railing to keep from falling.
A single word was making her rethink where her life was taking her. Nothing would be the same now that it had been spoken. Touching the box again she whispered that word softly; yes.
Her smile widened, the wish she’d made on her eighth birthday was coming true. She was going to be a mother.
Her hand touched the small box in her pocket and she smiled. Her heart beating wildly, the excitement she felt threatening to overwhelm her. She had only walked the two blocks to her apartment building but it felt as if she had run a marathon. She stumbled as she mistook the distance of the first step, her foot slid off as she began her accent; reaching out she grabbed the railing to keep from falling.
A single word was making her rethink where her life was taking her. Nothing would be the same now that it had been spoken. Touching the box again she whispered that word softly; yes.
Her smile widened, the wish she’d made on her eighth birthday was coming true. She was going to be a mother.
09 July 2010
Vacation
Vacations can take you anywhere you want to go; from a period of time at home alone to the middle of a crowd somewhere far away. You may choose to climb Mt. Everest or dive off the Great Barrier Reef. How do you choose to spend the time allowed you each year by your employer? What goes into your decision on what to do and where to go?
I always choose to go home for my vacation to spend my time with family and friends. I don’t have to pay for a room and have multiple places to choose from. The food is always great and I don’t have to cook unless I wish to. I will take my hosts to a fine restaurant to thank them for their hospitality; or to a local place for takeout and enjoy the tastes of ‘home’. I could make the trip every couple of years or so; why do I choose to do it every year?
Visiting family and friends is not the only reason I feel the call of home. When I moved here I left my loved ones who had gone on before; I return to ‘visit’ them and place flowers upon their graves. It is the pull, to make sure their final resting place is not forgotten, that has me driving over four hundred miles one way every year.
Researching my genealogy and learning where I come from is vital on knowing where I am headed. Knowing my ancestors were ‘good people’ means a lot. It helps me know that my descendants have the ability to stand tall and move forward into their lives with this history behind them.
As long as this ‘pull’ remains strong I will make the journey once a year. Other vacation days will probably be spent at home, resting quietly. Who knows one day I might just fool myself and take a trip to the mountains or the ocean. The road ahead is open and holds so many possibilities.
Have a great vacation and remember me as you travel.
I always choose to go home for my vacation to spend my time with family and friends. I don’t have to pay for a room and have multiple places to choose from. The food is always great and I don’t have to cook unless I wish to. I will take my hosts to a fine restaurant to thank them for their hospitality; or to a local place for takeout and enjoy the tastes of ‘home’. I could make the trip every couple of years or so; why do I choose to do it every year?
Visiting family and friends is not the only reason I feel the call of home. When I moved here I left my loved ones who had gone on before; I return to ‘visit’ them and place flowers upon their graves. It is the pull, to make sure their final resting place is not forgotten, that has me driving over four hundred miles one way every year.
Researching my genealogy and learning where I come from is vital on knowing where I am headed. Knowing my ancestors were ‘good people’ means a lot. It helps me know that my descendants have the ability to stand tall and move forward into their lives with this history behind them.
As long as this ‘pull’ remains strong I will make the journey once a year. Other vacation days will probably be spent at home, resting quietly. Who knows one day I might just fool myself and take a trip to the mountains or the ocean. The road ahead is open and holds so many possibilities.
Have a great vacation and remember me as you travel.
02 July 2010
Life's Journey
The road has come to an end yet I have not finished my journey. I have come to a conflicting decision in my life; do I stop and wait for someone to show me the way or continue to travel on making my own road? I know the way is not paved and there will be stumbling blocks. I have been at this point before, when I left adolescence to travel the road of parenthood. The unknown had been frightening but I made it. The journey was full of all the emotions one will ever experience in a lifetime yet I feel there is more.
I stop, taking a short rest before moving on into the unknown. I know that stopping for longer is not the answer for me. There is so much I have not seen, so much I have not done. My life’s journey is not over just because I have finished one race, met one goal. Now is the time to set new goals and head forward; being aware of the road blocks but not letting them stop me.
26 June 2010
David
My first attempt at poetry so please let me know where I can improve. thanks.
David; you will always be loved
And will never be forgotten,
Voices will continue to carry you on
In words still unwritten.
Daily and forever with thoughts of you...
Cherished memories we seldom mention,
Here they are to carry us through
Although the hurt it does not lessen.
Roaming thoughts so strong with
Love for you they will not weaken,
Endless moments our hearts will
Seek forever a love that remains unspoken.
Pat Sinclair
Oct 6,2007
David; you will always be loved
And will never be forgotten,
Voices will continue to carry you on
In words still unwritten.
Daily and forever with thoughts of you...
Cherished memories we seldom mention,
Here they are to carry us through
Although the hurt it does not lessen.
Roaming thoughts so strong with
Love for you they will not weaken,
Endless moments our hearts will
Seek forever a love that remains unspoken.
Pat Sinclair
Oct 6,2007
alone
2007 has been a year of changes in my life. I have had to adjust as my boys continue to grow and mature.
My baby graduated from high school this year. It seems like yesterday when he started kindergarten and here he is going to college in a completely different state. You can only image the thoughts that travel through a mothers mind when she is taking her son miles away so he has a chance to grow on his own. I want him to succeed and grow but on the other hand I still want him to depend on me for his very existence.
I have been a mother for over twenty-one years and a single mother for over sixteen. Now I am supposed to be an absentee mother with no real say in her children's lives. I will just be here when they need someone to talk to or a safe haven to come to. I will be whatever is necessary to be part of their lives.
With my youngest living so far away I am depending on my oldest son to let me continue to be needed without being in charge. He is my grounding force but with graduation coming up in less than a year his four years in college is coming to an end. He too will soon be leaving and I will really be alone; although with his school and work I seem to be on alone already.
How do I continue when my reason for being no longer needs me on a daily basis? I will have to adjust and learn to depend on myself and be there for myself. I have to learn to put myself first but that will take some time as my children will always be first in my life. I can hardly wait to see what the rest of the year holds for us.
Pat Sinclair
Sep 30 2007
My baby graduated from high school this year. It seems like yesterday when he started kindergarten and here he is going to college in a completely different state. You can only image the thoughts that travel through a mothers mind when she is taking her son miles away so he has a chance to grow on his own. I want him to succeed and grow but on the other hand I still want him to depend on me for his very existence.
I have been a mother for over twenty-one years and a single mother for over sixteen. Now I am supposed to be an absentee mother with no real say in her children's lives. I will just be here when they need someone to talk to or a safe haven to come to. I will be whatever is necessary to be part of their lives.
With my youngest living so far away I am depending on my oldest son to let me continue to be needed without being in charge. He is my grounding force but with graduation coming up in less than a year his four years in college is coming to an end. He too will soon be leaving and I will really be alone; although with his school and work I seem to be on alone already.
How do I continue when my reason for being no longer needs me on a daily basis? I will have to adjust and learn to depend on myself and be there for myself. I have to learn to put myself first but that will take some time as my children will always be first in my life. I can hardly wait to see what the rest of the year holds for us.
Pat Sinclair
Sep 30 2007
feelings - after the loss of a loved one
I just sat there staring at the phone in my hand; the voice at the other end was asking me if I was all right. How could I ever be all right again? The voice had just informed me that my mother had died and even though I had expected the call it still took me by surprise. I finally managed to say I was fine and as I slowly returned the handset to its cradle I started feeling again.
I felt so alone standing there; not just because I was the only person in the room but because my grounding force had been removed. I no longer had my mother, the only parent I had known, good and bad she was my guide to life. Here I was a wife and a mother, with two beautiful little boys and another one on the way, but I felt so alone.
I felt sad as I knew she would not be there for the birth of her last grandchild. I would never see her smile again and listen to her laugh as she told us stories of when she was young. No more anything but memories; how could life stop that fast?
I felt scared because now it was up to myself and my brothers to be the guiding generation. How can we be responsible when we haven't even finished growing up yet. Older generations are needed to lean on and learn from and we now have no one.
Pat Sinclair
Sep 8 2007
I felt so alone standing there; not just because I was the only person in the room but because my grounding force had been removed. I no longer had my mother, the only parent I had known, good and bad she was my guide to life. Here I was a wife and a mother, with two beautiful little boys and another one on the way, but I felt so alone.
I felt sad as I knew she would not be there for the birth of her last grandchild. I would never see her smile again and listen to her laugh as she told us stories of when she was young. No more anything but memories; how could life stop that fast?
I felt scared because now it was up to myself and my brothers to be the guiding generation. How can we be responsible when we haven't even finished growing up yet. Older generations are needed to lean on and learn from and we now have no one.
Pat Sinclair
Sep 8 2007
To my descendents
This is a letter I wrote from the view point of my two sons' ggrandfather.
Good day to you all.
I would have been more specific but, as I have no way of knowing who will read what I have to write, this will have to be good enough. I have been gone a few years by now but I would like for you, my descendents, to know a little about me.
I am Isaac Sinclair and I was born about 1878. Like I said it’s been awhile so you can’t expect me to remember every date. My parents were Lewis S. and Florinda Pierce Sinclair and we lived in the small town of Flora, Ohio. I had a brother, his name was Charles, and we were very close. I lived with him and his family for a while in Pomeroy but I’m jumping ahead a little.
When I was a young man I met the love of my life and we were married. My love was Mary Jeanetta (Nettie) Sloane and she gave me a wonderful family. We had five children who grew to adult hood. After our youngest child, Homer Darsel, was born we separated. It was not my Nettie’s fault as I suffered mightily from headaches and would become extremely mean tempered. I did not hold it against her when she took our children to Athens to live with her uncle. I regretted not being there to watch my children grow up but with my anger from the headaches I new it could not be any other way.
I went to Pomeroy to live with my brother Charles and his family. My mother lived with us there also and with Charles’ family growing I knew I would have to get my own place. I bought a small farm in the same community I had been born into and worked it as best I could.
I developed crippling arthritis and continued having the bad head aches, the pain was unbearable. I was in so much pain it was hard to get through the day without wishing I were dead. One day it got the best of me so I wrote a little note, as I knew Charles would come to check on me as usual, and placed it on the front door. I went back inside the house and got comfortable in my favorite chair. I had my shot gun right there by my side and a long stick because I knew my hands would not work well enough to do the job right. I wanted to make sure I did it right because I did not want to be a burden to my family any longer. I put the barrel of the gun in my mouth and used the stick to pull the trigger.
Now that I am gone I am sorry for leaving all of this on poor Charles. He always took care of and looked out for me; it was not right for him to come to my door only to find a note saying, “You will find my dead body inside”. I am sorry dear brother but I know you will do what is right by my family as you are so much stronger than I ever was.
Well this was my story. It looks as though you all turned out really well so I will have to give my Nettie all the credit for passing along the love we had for each other. I am sorry I did not get to know you.
Yours truly and forever,
Isaac Elwood Sinclair
1878 - 1930
Pat Sinclair
2007 Sep 3
Good day to you all.
I would have been more specific but, as I have no way of knowing who will read what I have to write, this will have to be good enough. I have been gone a few years by now but I would like for you, my descendents, to know a little about me.
I am Isaac Sinclair and I was born about 1878. Like I said it’s been awhile so you can’t expect me to remember every date. My parents were Lewis S. and Florinda Pierce Sinclair and we lived in the small town of Flora, Ohio. I had a brother, his name was Charles, and we were very close. I lived with him and his family for a while in Pomeroy but I’m jumping ahead a little.
When I was a young man I met the love of my life and we were married. My love was Mary Jeanetta (Nettie) Sloane and she gave me a wonderful family. We had five children who grew to adult hood. After our youngest child, Homer Darsel, was born we separated. It was not my Nettie’s fault as I suffered mightily from headaches and would become extremely mean tempered. I did not hold it against her when she took our children to Athens to live with her uncle. I regretted not being there to watch my children grow up but with my anger from the headaches I new it could not be any other way.
I went to Pomeroy to live with my brother Charles and his family. My mother lived with us there also and with Charles’ family growing I knew I would have to get my own place. I bought a small farm in the same community I had been born into and worked it as best I could.
I developed crippling arthritis and continued having the bad head aches, the pain was unbearable. I was in so much pain it was hard to get through the day without wishing I were dead. One day it got the best of me so I wrote a little note, as I knew Charles would come to check on me as usual, and placed it on the front door. I went back inside the house and got comfortable in my favorite chair. I had my shot gun right there by my side and a long stick because I knew my hands would not work well enough to do the job right. I wanted to make sure I did it right because I did not want to be a burden to my family any longer. I put the barrel of the gun in my mouth and used the stick to pull the trigger.
Now that I am gone I am sorry for leaving all of this on poor Charles. He always took care of and looked out for me; it was not right for him to come to my door only to find a note saying, “You will find my dead body inside”. I am sorry dear brother but I know you will do what is right by my family as you are so much stronger than I ever was.
Well this was my story. It looks as though you all turned out really well so I will have to give my Nettie all the credit for passing along the love we had for each other. I am sorry I did not get to know you.
Yours truly and forever,
Isaac Elwood Sinclair
1878 - 1930
Pat Sinclair
2007 Sep 3
25 June 2010
Books
Broken and weary I rest,
Oceans of boredom wash over me,
Only to drain my soul.
Keep me from my pain,
Supply words to quench my thirst.
pat sinclair june 2010
Oceans of boredom wash over me,
Only to drain my soul.
Keep me from my pain,
Supply words to quench my thirst.
pat sinclair june 2010
22 June 2010
Happy Birthday
How many wishes will come true
Around the time you celebrate?
Perhaps only one or maybe two…
Pretty cards and silken ribbon bind
You to the ones that do.
Beautiful memories of celebrations past
Increase as the day advances.
Rising with the sun to follow along,
Taking you tenderly into the night.
Happiness and friends combine, making music,
Dance away the day while you can
Add to your trail of life, of love and of years.
Years lost to all, but memory.
Pat Sinclair
22 Jun 2010
Around the time you celebrate?
Perhaps only one or maybe two…
Pretty cards and silken ribbon bind
You to the ones that do.
Beautiful memories of celebrations past
Increase as the day advances.
Rising with the sun to follow along,
Taking you tenderly into the night.
Happiness and friends combine, making music,
Dance away the day while you can
Add to your trail of life, of love and of years.
Years lost to all, but memory.
Pat Sinclair
22 Jun 2010
08 June 2010
this prompt was a picture of two little blond girls playing in the yard with a water hose.
“What are you doing?” Sally asked as she snuck up behind her sister.
Susie jumped and almost fell off her stool.
“Nothing,” she said.
“Yes you are, you’re playing without me. Does mommy know you have her good wash tub?”
“Yes,” Sallie lowered her head like she always did when she wasn’t telling the truth.
“Oh are you going to get into trouble when she finds out.”
‘Little sisters’, thought Susie as she tried to come up with something to keep her from getting caught. Sally was only fifteen minutes younger but she acted a lot younger. If she didn’t shut up soon mommy would come out to see what was going on.
Just then Sally picked up the water hose and sprayed her sister, knocking her off the stool. They knew they were going to get caught now; they were rolling around on the wet grass laughing at the top of their lungs.
“What are you doing?” Sally asked as she snuck up behind her sister.
Susie jumped and almost fell off her stool.
“Nothing,” she said.
“Yes you are, you’re playing without me. Does mommy know you have her good wash tub?”
“Yes,” Sallie lowered her head like she always did when she wasn’t telling the truth.
“Oh are you going to get into trouble when she finds out.”
‘Little sisters’, thought Susie as she tried to come up with something to keep her from getting caught. Sally was only fifteen minutes younger but she acted a lot younger. If she didn’t shut up soon mommy would come out to see what was going on.
Just then Sally picked up the water hose and sprayed her sister, knocking her off the stool. They knew they were going to get caught now; they were rolling around on the wet grass laughing at the top of their lungs.
laughter
One trip in particular stands out in my mind because it was the day we went flying. Don’t get me wrong it was still a car trip; it just ended up being a very special car trip. We were headed to the lake, out on route 7, to go swimming. Route 7 was a road made up of dips, hills, twists, and turns; it was like riding a roller coaster without seatbelts. Coming out of a dip and topping a hill while increasing speed at the top would make your stomach feel funny. This was something we liked so dad would do it for us when he knew it was clear ahead. Well on this day he took one of the hills in the road a little too fast; all four tires came off the road and we left our seats hitting our heads on the roof. When we landed the air was pushed out of our lungs and we just stared at each other. It was scary at first then Tommy started laughing and couldn’t stop. Soon we were all laughing, including dad who had to slow the car down to keep it on the road.
Hearing my dad laugh that day was awesome!
07 June 2010
I am nothing.
I am nothing. I have no name or purpose; I exist only because I am alone. When something invades me I become something also. Take the other day for instance; I was here all alone being nothing when a noise invaded me. The noise was followed by light which cut into me making me darkness. Darkness can not exist in the same space as light so as it grew stronger I became weaker until I had to move away or cease to be. The light became a door and then a floor and when that happened I became a darkened room that was being invaded. Soon I would cease to be until the door closed taking the light with it. Without the invasion of light I would still have no name or purpose. Now though I understand that with out me, darkness, light would have no purpose either.
04 June 2010
Picture Writing Prompt - 1 June 2010
"Yes Miss Mary he sure is," Millie sat and watched the love in Mary's face as she held the worn photo.
"This here picture was taken the day he graduated from college. Not very many Negros went to college back then. It so happened we lived in a town that was famous for its Negro College and Jasper here was one of the very first graduates," her words weakening as she rested.
Mary fell asleep before telling the rest of the story but Millie had heard if before. It had been a struggle for Jasper and Mary, who had started their family while he was still in school. He sat proudly the day the picture was taken, not because he was special or educated, although that was great. No he sat proud because on that day his beloved Mary had blessed him with a son.
The word Negro is not used in a bad way, I use it because at the time of the picture this word was appropiate.
31 May 2010
The color PURPLE
what do you feel when you see this color?
Calm is what I feel when I see the color purple. I love purple in the deep dark shade that would look black if not for a small amount of light shinng on it. The color I see as I listen to hear if one of my children cry out in sleep. It's this calming color I see as I close my eyes at night, right before I surrender to the blackness of sleep.
Calm is what I feel when I see the color purple. I love purple in the deep dark shade that would look black if not for a small amount of light shinng on it. The color I see as I listen to hear if one of my children cry out in sleep. It's this calming color I see as I close my eyes at night, right before I surrender to the blackness of sleep.
29 May 2010
use these words in a story, sentence, or poem.
Dismay, confusion, sad, enlightened, maniacal, truth.
His maniacal laugh made him stand out in the crowd,
Laughter coupled with a sad look upon his face,
if the truth were told many assumed he had gone mad.
Dismay and confusion held them rooted in time,
Moments later they would be enlightened,
Would they run and hide or join his madness?
pat sinclair 2010
His maniacal laugh made him stand out in the crowd,
Laughter coupled with a sad look upon his face,
if the truth were told many assumed he had gone mad.
Dismay and confusion held them rooted in time,
Moments later they would be enlightened,
Would they run and hide or join his madness?
pat sinclair 2010
Dear Larry
Dear Larry,
The day has been long and the miles covered many but you survived. Rest now, do not worry, my love will protect you. Your tomorrows number many, but I will be here to guide you on your way. Those whom you met today are more of your family and the secondary love you will need to grow into the strong young man I know you will become.
My heart filled with pride as I took you to visit your Grandmother. I knew she was looking down from heaven as I placed the flowers upon her grave. Holding you close to my heart as I introduced you, her grandson, was one of the hardest things I have ever done. My tears did not wake you as I cried for the love I knew she had for you. Although you never met I know the bond will be strong as I tell you the stories of who she was and why she had to leave so early.
Well you are a week old and I wonder what this life has to offer you. I look forward to being by your side as you discover all the new and interesting things it will send your way. I lay here beside you, feeling your heart beat beneath my hand, and know that the love I feel will grow stronger with each passing day.
For now and Always,
Love Mom
Pat Sinclair 2010
The day has been long and the miles covered many but you survived. Rest now, do not worry, my love will protect you. Your tomorrows number many, but I will be here to guide you on your way. Those whom you met today are more of your family and the secondary love you will need to grow into the strong young man I know you will become.
My heart filled with pride as I took you to visit your Grandmother. I knew she was looking down from heaven as I placed the flowers upon her grave. Holding you close to my heart as I introduced you, her grandson, was one of the hardest things I have ever done. My tears did not wake you as I cried for the love I knew she had for you. Although you never met I know the bond will be strong as I tell you the stories of who she was and why she had to leave so early.
Well you are a week old and I wonder what this life has to offer you. I look forward to being by your side as you discover all the new and interesting things it will send your way. I lay here beside you, feeling your heart beat beneath my hand, and know that the love I feel will grow stronger with each passing day.
For now and Always,
Love Mom
Pat Sinclair 2010
06 May 2010
Welcome Home
A snow white dove
Settles softly
Upon the Red Roses.
Family grieves
As you
Leave them behind.
Loved ones gone ahead
Gather
To welcome you.
Jesus holds your hand
Whispering
“Welcome Home”.
Pat Sinclair 2010
Settles softly
Upon the Red Roses.
Family grieves
As you
Leave them behind.
Loved ones gone ahead
Gather
To welcome you.
Jesus holds your hand
Whispering
“Welcome Home”.
Pat Sinclair 2010
26 April 2010
BLANKET OF COMFORT
It was like climbing to the top of the world. The road rose steadily curving slightly as it climbed heavenward. When I finally reached the top and walked through the gate I knew I would be there for a while.
The cemetery was small but full of the towns love for the ones who had went on before. To the right is the grave of a small child; there are too many of these in our area. They were born and they died in a time I do not understand from illnesses we survive today. It was the perfect place to be laid to rest. I walked forward knowing that each step would bring me closer to my destination. Slowly I walked saying the name on each stone I passed although I only knew one person resting here. Reaching the center I stopped long enough to look out over the small town. It was beautiful with the Sun shining down on the rooftops. There is the old school and although it is no longer in use I can almost hear the laughter coming from the playground. I only had a short distance left to go so I continued on. As the ground dipped downward I saw the tree where he had been laid to rest.
"Hello David, Sorry I don't get by more often but as you know we live so far away." after wiping away the tears I continued, "I just want to sit here for a while and remember all the good times we had together."
The smell was strong as I awoke there in the shadow of the tree; its branches reaching out as if guarding his grave. I had fallen asleep in this peaceful place awaking to the smell of the flowers. I had placed a blanket of flowers, thick and soft as a carpet, to shield the area where he rested. The blanket so full of love and memories was an offering from his family and friends. Each and every flower was placed with a tear or a bit of laughter, stories and memories that had been told with love. There are many flowers, like the one for the day he was born and also for the day he died. Over there is the one for his first word and beside it is the one for his first step. The single red rose in the middle is for the love he had for his family. Every daisy, and there are many, represent friendship; each one placed by a friend to surround the rose. The sticks, greenery, and baby's-breath represent all the things David did that didn't seem important at the time but still touched our lives in some way. All had been brought together to make this beautiful gift shielding him from the elements of life.
It has been a little over three years since I received the call that didn't seem real. David had been killed in an automobile accident. He was only nineteen with so much love to give it was wrong to end like this. Today, Nov 6, 2007, is David's birthday and once again he is only nineteen. He should be twenty-three and looking forward to having a great day.
Please reply to this and add your "flower" to David's Blanket.
The cemetery was small but full of the towns love for the ones who had went on before. To the right is the grave of a small child; there are too many of these in our area. They were born and they died in a time I do not understand from illnesses we survive today. It was the perfect place to be laid to rest. I walked forward knowing that each step would bring me closer to my destination. Slowly I walked saying the name on each stone I passed although I only knew one person resting here. Reaching the center I stopped long enough to look out over the small town. It was beautiful with the Sun shining down on the rooftops. There is the old school and although it is no longer in use I can almost hear the laughter coming from the playground. I only had a short distance left to go so I continued on. As the ground dipped downward I saw the tree where he had been laid to rest.
"Hello David, Sorry I don't get by more often but as you know we live so far away." after wiping away the tears I continued, "I just want to sit here for a while and remember all the good times we had together."
The smell was strong as I awoke there in the shadow of the tree; its branches reaching out as if guarding his grave. I had fallen asleep in this peaceful place awaking to the smell of the flowers. I had placed a blanket of flowers, thick and soft as a carpet, to shield the area where he rested. The blanket so full of love and memories was an offering from his family and friends. Each and every flower was placed with a tear or a bit of laughter, stories and memories that had been told with love. There are many flowers, like the one for the day he was born and also for the day he died. Over there is the one for his first word and beside it is the one for his first step. The single red rose in the middle is for the love he had for his family. Every daisy, and there are many, represent friendship; each one placed by a friend to surround the rose. The sticks, greenery, and baby's-breath represent all the things David did that didn't seem important at the time but still touched our lives in some way. All had been brought together to make this beautiful gift shielding him from the elements of life.
It has been a little over three years since I received the call that didn't seem real. David had been killed in an automobile accident. He was only nineteen with so much love to give it was wrong to end like this. Today, Nov 6, 2007, is David's birthday and once again he is only nineteen. He should be twenty-three and looking forward to having a great day.
Please reply to this and add your "flower" to David's Blanket.
21 April 2010
Krispy Kreme
Have you ever noticed when you have finally decided to become serious about your diet up pops a Krispy Kreme Shop with the HOT light on. Ok so I was a little out of my way when I saw the sign but it still had to be an omen, right? Right?
Well anyway I bought two dozen doughnuts and drove home with out even lifting the lid, talk about will power. Once I got home though all bets were off as I lifted the lid of the top box and the smell of the very fresh and still hot doughnuts wafted up and enveloped me. I ate one and knew if I didn't get them out of my site I would devour more, ok a lot more. I knew this box of mixed doughnuts would wait till the boys got off work but the hot ones didn't have a chance.
I was good though and didn't eat any more, I picked them up and took them straight to the management office and gave them to the fine people who keep my appartment complex in tip top shape. They are 'good people' and every now and again they need to be told. I hope they enjoyed the treat because I really didn't need the calories what with a dozen doughnuts left and two hours until my sons got off work.
One of these days I will hit a point where a diet will stay with me and I will be able to say no to food. I do enjoy the tastes and textures of food not to mention the aroma. I need to find a better way to make the things I love without going overboard, until then I will try to put my thoughts down on paper and not in my mouth in the form of chocolate AHHHHH.
Well anyway I bought two dozen doughnuts and drove home with out even lifting the lid, talk about will power. Once I got home though all bets were off as I lifted the lid of the top box and the smell of the very fresh and still hot doughnuts wafted up and enveloped me. I ate one and knew if I didn't get them out of my site I would devour more, ok a lot more. I knew this box of mixed doughnuts would wait till the boys got off work but the hot ones didn't have a chance.
I was good though and didn't eat any more, I picked them up and took them straight to the management office and gave them to the fine people who keep my appartment complex in tip top shape. They are 'good people' and every now and again they need to be told. I hope they enjoyed the treat because I really didn't need the calories what with a dozen doughnuts left and two hours until my sons got off work.
One of these days I will hit a point where a diet will stay with me and I will be able to say no to food. I do enjoy the tastes and textures of food not to mention the aroma. I need to find a better way to make the things I love without going overboard, until then I will try to put my thoughts down on paper and not in my mouth in the form of chocolate AHHHHH.
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