On Aging and Death

Well it has been over a year that my mother and brother passed away, and I feel that ever since, there has been a shift, a very dramatic shift in how I think and how I feel. It is not for the better. I read the obits every day - and look at the ages of the people who died, some very young, some very old, some close to my age. It could happen soon, or not -we just don't know. I look to see what they died of - accident - suicide - horrible lingering illness. Am I obsessed? Do others do this? I look at my face for those signs - and sometimes I see my mother's face - some days more than others - and I must admit that at times it scares the hell out of me. I wonder why? Maybe because my mother was attractive - and I saw what aging did to her - even though she was my mother, and I loved her - it was ugly to see - so ugly and so frightening. And I cannot get the image of her as she lay dead on the hospital stretcher. What was that? Who was that? Why was I barely able to touch her hand, so cold and white. Why was my sister unable to stop touching her? Is there something wrong with me? A fatal flaw? So how do I change it? I would if I could.

The Big P's 2nd Christmas

...Before...

...after...

"Ah - Christmas Schmistmas - just let me get some shut eye, will ya?! " Before and after views of The Pumpkin's 2nd Christmas.

My newest Garden Buddy - what a cutie! Thanks Ray! 

Dear Alex - I pray you have found the peace which you were searching for so long. 

An Autumn Day

As the "days dwindle down to a precious few", I recall a time when death was not all around. This time last year I still was not aware that my brother Alex had passed away in August. And my mother was still alive, but the end would come fast with the winter's approach. I wait for a sign, something - anything from him...but I'll miss him most of all when autumn leaves start to fall....

ENCHANTED WOOD

From that enchanted wood,
Pooh came to share our childhood hours.
And as we strolled down wonder's lane...
His friendly paw held ours.

Now though we're grown and far away,
From those magic woods we roamed...
Pooh's laughter echoes in our hearts,
And his friendship calls us home.

- Author Unknown

 

For my True Blue - Happy Birthday! 

True Blue, Baby I Love You

True love
You’re the one I’m dreaming of
Your heart fits me like a glove
And I’m gonna be true blue baby I love you

"Glad" tidings, Birthday Boy!!!!

What a Difference a Day Makes