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A little prayer, or a warm thought, please.

  A call in the middle of the night is never the premise to good news. A call from Mom, at 1h41 am is scary. From Mom’s cell phone… Terrifying. It appears that Dad woke up showing signs of what most likely is a stroke. He has just been brought to the hospital. We don’t…… Continue reading A little prayer, or a warm thought, please.

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Happy…

  Words… chains of letters. Thoughtfully inked along my dotted life line. Wishes most sincere, memories dear, gift wrapped in fragile clenched fingers. Pale reminder, of me. Of us. This day is yours, and yours only. Enjoy it, don’t let anybody spoil it for you… Cake icing smells and wrapping paper ruffles, I hope you’ll…… Continue reading Happy…

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Thinking about Rhapsody…

You might know the lovely Rhapsody already… She is going through tough times, but she is a warrior, and fighting every challenge coming her way. Her recent trip to Germany took her back to her mother to help her through heavy health issues. She sure is an inspiration, and my thoughts are with her a lot these…… Continue reading Thinking about Rhapsody…

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Not-wet t-shirt contest…

Today, Linda and her family were holding the memorial for her deceased son. In order to honor the young man’s positive spirit and sense of humor, family and friends  went for a hike and then gathered at Linda’s house to exchange good memories about him… All the guests were asked to wear funny, sarcastic, slightly…… Continue reading Not-wet t-shirt contest…

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None…

via Daily Prompt: None   I spent all night searching my soul, looking for a reason, one simple reason not to love you…   I found good memories, warm thoughts, leftover smiles and lingering caresses…   But reasons not to love you, I found none.      

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Cover Me, Won’t You…?

  Lifting her hand up, reaching out the covers, stretched to their limit, uncovering her sleeping form to my delight,   She sighed, but slept on I admired her, content in her sleep shivering a thought which  vanished beneath her outstretched hand,   “Cover me won’t you”, she murmured to me, The night is so…… Continue reading Cover Me, Won’t You…?