Posts tagged ‘dying’

Greed in Grieving

Death knocks on all of our doors.  Some are made to answer sooner than others.  As the ones left behind we grieve for them, or do we?  We do grieve but it is because of our greed.  We want them, we need them, we miss them, so we grieve.  We are happy that they no longer are in pain or suffering.  We take solace in the fact that they knew God and are now singing in that great beyond.  They are with family and with friends, and we are happy.  Yet because of our greed, we still cry…………Continue Reading

A Father

God bless the man who sacrifices for his family

God bless the man who helps without wanting

God bless the man who goes without

God bless the man who smiles with a touch

God bless the man who instills fear

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I Miss You

I Miss You

How plans change in the blink of an eye. Forever doesn’t quite mean as much when your forever is taken from you. Memories haunt your dreams and places spark memories. There is nowhere to hide from the pain. The hurt eventually fades but the heartache will linger forever. Life moves on and loves come again but your forever was changed,

and that can never be taken back.

Her Wedding Band / With Sung Lyrics

Her Wedding Band

With Sung Lyrics

To the ones who suffer from Alzheimer’s and the families that have to deal with a forgotten reality. Living each day for that one moment of clarity is a daily routine for so many unsung heroes. Thier lives captured in the crevices of a mind that is lost and trying to find its way back. All they long for is one simple moment,

One simple I love you

He stands at her bedside, just brushing her hair
As she looks out the window, with a lonely lost stare
He reads her his bible, as she holds his hand
And he prays to his maker, help me understand

Every day he gets there, before she awakes
And he makes sure her photos, well they’re perfectly straight Continue Reading………..

Her Wedding Band

Her Wedding Band

To the ones who suffer from Alzheimer’s and the families that have to deal with a forgotten reality. Living each day for that one moment of clarity is a daily routine for so many unsung heroes. Thier lives captured in the crevices of a mind that is lost and trying to find its way back. All they long for is one simple moment,

One simple I love you

He stands at her bedside, just brushing her hair
As she looks out the window, with a lonely lost stare
He reads her his bible, as she holds his hand
And he prays to his maker, please help me understand

Every day he gets there, before she awakes
And he makes sure her photos, are perfectly straight
At night she is sleeping, before he will leave
As he kisses her lips, and sends God his plea

Lord I hope she’s not lonely, in this world of hers
And I pray she’s as happy, as we both once were
God I know you are with her, and holding her hand
And he cries as he straightens, her gold wedding band

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Ashes to Ashes

Ashes to Ashes

The fight came from nowhere.  Words were said that should not have been.  Feelings tossed out like the trash.  Raw nerves grinded like coffee until there is no feeling.  Bruised, bleeding, alone, and crying in the corner.  Never again are the words that are there, but not out loud.  Self-healing bones and long sleeve shirts hide the damage.  At some point something snaps and clarity sets in.  There is an end to the madness,

Yes, there is an end.

It is not so easy to see

Which of the limbs have been broken

Or to know when the roots became visible to all

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Hope and Change

Hope and Change

One day you are on top of the world.  Your family was happy, healthy, and living the middle class dream.  Then things that you have no control over turn your world upside down.  You had a little in 401k, a few little investments, and had just bought my dream house.  America seemed to die a little that year and now four years later we are in the ICU on life support.

I miss my America

To sleep under a starry sky

It used to be a dream

Now it’s a nightmare with no end

To listen to the sounds of the night

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My Time of Peace

My Time of Peace

All things must die.  However all things have the opportunity to live forever.  Death is but a gateway to memories and monumental discoveries.  It is hard to let go but just imagine the joy that your loved one is experiencing.  Life is short but an eternity with the ones that you love in the arms of God is going to be amazing.  That will be,

my time of peace.

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Bricks

Bricks

Bricks

While visiting Savannah we saw the bricks. SCAD (Savannah College of Art and Design) is saving them and rebuilding areas built with blood. Buildings that were made with the bricks made by slaves are now being preserved for future generations to see and remember. A lasting reminder that life is not fair and that bad things happen. But even more, these bricks serve as a reminder that we should never let this kind of atrocity happen again.

Thankfully, a time not forgotten

Imagine their hands

Covered in mud

Throwing the mix into molds

A mixture of

Mud

Hay

Blood

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Fall

Fall

Fall

When your surroundings bring to life the past you get a chill.  Sometimes you cry.  Sometimes you laugh.  However the feelings are real and the reasons for the feelings couldn’t come at a worse time.

The heart remembers 

The leaves fall around me and I cry

Their sharp edges cut my skin

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