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I wanted to share some of my mom’s writings; eight years ago, she went Home to her eternal rest. I hope and pray that she love, self-worth and peace that she could not find in this life. She was very in love with my step-father at the time she wrote these poems. He didn’t love her as much! The above photo was/is my parents on their wedding day 59 years ago! I wish it had been happier for them! Nobody can deny that she had a way with with words! I will see you when my time comes at the feet of Jesus! Until than, I love and miss you everyday! I hope you know now that there is always hope! This poem below is about my brother
Our country and our world needs prayer more than any other time in my life. I was born in 1964. I think many of of us, including me, have become apathetic due to the things that we here on the news and read on the web as well as the newspaper about corrupt leaders of our country and many other countries. Many of the “right things” they do are done to garner votes, instead of being done for the good of the people.
I made an error in judgement. I should have fought harder for the country I love! Instead of giving up, I should have prayed for leaders to exercise wisdom and integrity, qualities that my Grandpa Wally illustrated in his life to me and everyone else. Don’t forget to pray and to include those who are impacted by this terrible virus, physically, financially and emotionally. I am still proud of my country!
Life is like rivers,
There are paths we can travel,
We can be givers,
We can be takers.
God helps if we ask,
It may not be in our time,
any problem or task,
God is Father/friend.
My contribution to:
Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #277 River&Path
1 “Do not judge, or you too will be judged.
2 For in the same way you judge others, you will be judged, and with the measure you use, it will be measured to you.
3 “Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother’s eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye?
4 How can you say to your brother, ‘Let me take the speck out of your eye,’ when all the time there is a plank in your own eye?
5 You hypocrite first take the plank out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother’s eye.
Why are we so quick to judge me – the way I appear or my feelings?
I can’t win with some people. If I cry for the loss of my husband, some think that I am falling apart beyond all repair. On the other hand, if I don’t at the mention of his name, they say that I am so strong, or they openly say that they do not understand why I am not in an ocean of tears. Here is what I have learned about grief through all of my grief experiences. I think of all of those that I have lost very often – especially my parents and grandparents. Let me tell you that there is not one minute of any day that my husband is not in my heart and mind! There were only a few days in our 33 years 3-month marriage that we did not see each other. Don’t tell me that I cannot mark married, that I must check WIDOW! I realize that I cannot list him as my emergency contact any longer, after all, there are no phones in heaven. Nobody gets to tell me how to feel or how to grieve; it is as personal what brings me joy.
Nobody knows how someone really feels in his or her mind and heart! A smile often hides profound sadness. Laughter keeps the tears from flowing down in streams. Grief never subsides. It changes, one gets used to its existence and learns to live with it, perhaps. When someone loses someone so vital to them that they lose a huge part of themselves, they don’t want pity. They want people to take a few moments to listen, to hear them and show empathy. There are many types of grief and loss. It does not always a traditional death. It can be a different type a loss of a home, friend, an intimate relationship, health, arms, legs etc. Let us remember to be kinder to one another.
In a tiny community called Bonny Lake, WA., about 30 miles outside of Seattle, Brandi Hanvoid has been working at Wal-Mart as a greeter for the last 11 years. There is nothing so unusual about that; after all, Wal-Mart employs many people. However, Brandi was thrown from a car as a result of a car accident, causing her to have a traumatic brain injury. She loves her job as a greeter and it has been a major part of her life and a primary social outlet for her.
Speaking from my personal experience, it takes major planning to get somewhere on time and I live in a bigger city with nicer pavement than Bonny Lake. When one has to solely depend on the public paratransit system, as both Brandi and I do, wetter and colder whether makes it even more of a challenge to arrive on time. Yet, she cares so much about her job that she has traveled the four miles to Wal-Mart in her power chair when paratransit has been unable to take her to work. County roads are not in as good of shape as those in a city and much tougher to negotiate than city roads with any sort of mobility device. Wal-Mart gave her no accommodation. Suddenly, Wal-Mart fired her due to tardiness and absenteeism. This was not a new issue for her, so what changed? What caused Wal-Mart to let her go after 11 years?
This concerns me as I look for work and as others with disabilities try to work. We try very hard to accommodate the world around us. I wish this world would have a little more compassion!
Whether your child has special needs, ADHD etc., homework can be a difficult time for the parent and the child. As a kid, I used to put off my most challenging subject to the last because I hated Math so much. That was not a great strategy because I was I was tired by that time. Here is a video with good suggestions that may make it easier. Granted, creating a calm place to do homework may be hard to do in a small place like an apartment. Do the best you can. Options 4 and 5 are very helpful. Do you have any ideas or comments?