Expressing my feelings about death, the death of family members and friends, life and life's impacts. I hope to write poems about coping with death, life, family and friends, and getting the best out of life. Every emotion and every thought comes from living. I hope to live through my writings.
Hoping to reach out and meet others where they are in hopes that any one of the poems will bring solace on some level.
Amen. Thank you for sharing and for reaching out. I am sure that life will continue, and Buddy will no longer be in pain or distress over his failing health.
THANK YOU! Right now, I need all of the hugs I can get. Buddy has suffered for years, but he was a fighter and kept holding on after a number of heart attacks, kidney failure, diabetes, and high blood pressure.
He at least lived to see his children as adults, and some of his grandchildren. For that, I am thankful.
Much love to you Mailman_Mikey and Enga for your thoughtfulness!
I lack discipline and, therefore, was attracted by the title of this entry.
After reading it, I am impressed with the woman I met through these words.
I plan to visit your blog and your port again!
The first few lines of this entry describe me. After all that I read here, I find it hard to believe they describe YOU. You sound like a pretty disciplined person to me.
Disciplining ourselves and disciplining a child are two somewhat separate subjects but I do agree, discipline is not a dirty word.
It looks like we both are up writing at the same time this morning . I feel your pain. My Jim will be gone two years on July 19th. Sometimes it feels like yesterday and other times it feels like a hundred years ago. Almost immediately after Jim passed I quit eating meat...don't ask me why, I don't know. The human brain is so complicated. I think maybe it was something else for me to focus on, new recipes, new ways to get protein, something I thought I was doing that was good for me. I continue to be vegetarian and somehow it has helped sustain me. God bless...
Thank you for reviewing this. I had not finished it when you read ir. Please go back and read the ending.
It did not bother me to write this. In fact, I wanted to write it and share it with others who may also be losing their sight, and have not figured out how to cope with it. It is scary. I am not looking forward to the day that I might be told that there is nothing else they can do, and God allows me go into eternal darkness. The needle in my eye is now the least of my worries. I see everything more clearly than I ever have in the past. I appreciate even more the different colors in the world, and I stop often to watch the sunrise and the sunset. Sight is not promised. It is a gift.
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