Why do you keep coming here?…… Mom ask. Without giving a seconds thought I replied “This is where you are.” She just smiled, as much as she could, like it was the most meaningful thing she had heard in a long time. I was glad I said it.
I saw her in the cafeteria of the Lutheran Senior Services Center at the dinner table. I walked up behind her, took a chair on the end next to her, just her and me. She looked up, recognized me just as she always had; she didn’t look the same to me. A “that isn’t my Mom” thought came to mind. Her eyes were sunken a reddish pink color. A hollow look ……..my real Mom isn’t there anymore. It’s the first time I ever felt that. She looks lost, defeated.
Just a few days earlier she was ready to go home; but she has more days of rehab., to gain strength back from a short hospital stay. Maybe she was just having a bad day. She was tired from rehab. She couldn’t hold a fork in her hand…..there was silverware on the floor underneath the wheelchair. What a difference a day makes.
We spent some time talking, only bits and pieces made sense. I really didn’t want to leave her. After awhile I got up, rubbed her back and told her I loved her. As I walked out, all I could see was her face, lost, lonely, but this was a different loneliness than what she has felt since we lost my dad. I feel helpless. Maybe tomorrow she’ll be back, I can tell her I love her.
There is no love like a mother’s love. If you are fortunate enough to still have yours, give her a hug and tell her you love her. What a difference a day makes.
Why does bad news always out weigh and out number good news? Why do we rush towards the bad and disasterous? Is it our makeup?
We give the bad and spoiled too much attention. I thrive for good news, lets make good news-together.
I haven’t written about Obama being on a 2 week vacation, until now. What is all the fuss? Let the man have some time off, Lord knows he can you use a little relaxation. Haven’t you seen the stress he is under? Is Michelle with him….I don’t think she plays golf?
King Obama can still make executive decisions from the golf cart, then go hit that next shank. I have seen his swing, it can use some work. I would also advise the President to walk from tee to green, it gives him more time to think, or in his case plot.
Please Barry, take all the time off you need. Shanks for your service, but why not take a permanent vacation. Does Joe play?
“For whom the bell tolls, it tolls for thee” comes from the poem by John Donne, of course. For many years I did not realize it came from a poem. Despite my lack of knowledge of poetry I was familiar with the line and was curious of its meaning. I had for many years believed it to be from Hemingway’s book For Whom the Bell Tolls.
I often would recite this lyric, not really knowing why, as I was fascinated with how it sounded. Mind you, I was quite young and poetically ignorant. One day I checked Hemingway’s book out at the library and began to read. I could not put the book down. It was such a great book, not one dull paragraph. I kept anticipating where the famous quote would show-up. What would a bell be doing out in an isolated mountain region? I waited patiently ……….the words never came, not even at the end of the story. It was not there, are you kidding? How could such a great lyric not be in the book. There was more to this, the title only covered half of the line. I did my research……then discovered it in Donne’s poem. My desire to find the line written somewhere pushed me to read a terrific book and a poem I did not know existed and would not have otherwise picked up. It only proves wisdom is gained when you have the will to lose the ignorance.
Its half past midnight, August 3rd present day. Unbelievably, pleasantly mild outside for summer in Missouri. There is evidence of an active skunk nearby, hopefully it has not sprayed my Siberian Husky. I call her Sky, Blackhawk’s Gray Sky is her registered name.
I have many thoughts bouncing around in my head, none related to the other, not directly anyway. I don’t recall my parents ever giving much thought and concern about the kind of world their children and grandchildren would live.
I have two adult sons and a daughter. After next month, all will be married. I have three wonderful grandsons, the youngest born seven months ago, an eight and ten-year old.
With all that is bad and wrong with the world, what will their lives be like? I know when my parents were growing up and while raising me, the world wasn’t perfect then either. My father fought in Korea. It was a violent world long before the present day; just seems like more of it spreading around. Then again, there were 2 wars that were world-wide. I guess it’s not much different now than the past after all.
I watched the movie NOAH this evening. You know the story, a corrupt world being destroyed by our Creator. God as He is known to me. Noah’s family was spared to give mankind a fresh, 2nd chance Thanks Noah but we haven’t done so well. Maybe my children and grandchildren (hoping for a granddaughter some day) along with yours will figure it out. I’ll pray they do.
Our voices are being heard, sometimes we have to shout to see the evidence of that; but stay patient you are a force.
I believe our tweets and blogs may be the greatest factor of raising awareness. We can not count on the national or even world media to accurately inform us. I am also not so naive to believe everything from a tweet or blog. But usually where there is a lot of smoke, there is a fire. Keep digging to find the truth.
We are beginning to see a bit more news coverage from the major networks on the Southern border immigration issue here in the U.S. I believe action from our government and president is in part due to the public outcry. A lot of that comes from right here on what we write and share with our followers. They also know we vote!
This morning our local St. Louis news gave immigration a stunning 2 minutes, with video. Not a big deal you say? That’s up by about one-and-a-half minutes. Will be interesting to see what the national TV will release. Hopefully I haven’t missed already.
My point is we can make a difference. I know the stance on illegal immigration is mixed even split, but if we remain active our government will, sooner or later respond. It may not go the way you or I want it in the end, but stay vocal…..this is our country. We are the voice of awareness.
I introduced myself a day or so ago as a rookie to blogging and freelance writing. I normally write about politics and current events, focusing on issues the mainstream media does not report. I said then that I would like to post articles in the writer’s category occasionally to break the monotony and break to a lighter side.
As a newbie to writing I find myself becoming addicted to placing my body at this keyboard and writing something. I already posted two political articles today……didn’t feel like a third, but I had to write. I believe in the 6 to 7 weeks of experience I have now gained I see improvement. I have a question for the more seasoned writers. Is it good that I am addicted so quickly and can’t get enough? I don’t want to just put words down, I really am striving for quality and content. Is there a point where it is too much? I know once in a while you need a break, even a vacation.
I was given a Nook a few months ago as a gift. I bought books to read and found like most items you purchase, you get what you pay for. Because I like to read a lot I would buy some books rather cheaply and some I ordered that were free. I became quite frustrated with the lower valued readings, as the grammar and spelling errors were ridiculous. I got to thinking, I can write better than this. By all means I don’t believe writing is easy, it is not.
I had thought about writing before, but never really knew how to get started, and was I articulate enough? My nook readings convinced me I should give it a go. So, here I am and enjoy it more than my day job as an International Banker, which is not as glamorous as it sounds.
I could use some tips on the addiction thing, and critiquing is also encouraged, but don’t beat me up too bad. Thank you for reading.