Two days from now will mark the first anniversary of my father’s death.
He battled cancer. We were told it was treatable. We were told he would live a long life.
It was too late when they discovered that he had a very rare version of this very treatable cancer.
It’s possible I may write and publish a few blog posts, over the next few days, that may be difficult to read for some.
I hope you understand.
My father lost custody and the right to see my brother and I when we were young. Later in life
my father and I became very close.
what’s so good about a cigar
It calms me down
Unless the smoke rises too fast
and then it’s too late
Myself let the cigar nearly die
and cigar let Myself live
I like scars, and would rather them being on the outside. -M. Taggart
The way words are written and how people write them and how they move in life and what I see is very much the same
said the frog
What a strange feeling.
View always, the narrow mind,
and watch from your mind’s eye,
tomorrow and tomorrow again,
and remember what they said.
I hope that everyone’s morning and day is as good as possible!
Our back wall! Wanted to share this…not sure why lol.
Thank you for being you.
A gentle sanity
often finds me while I’m writing.
And to the leaves that wave hello,
I see you. Along with my half-open window
and my typing sounds; the pauses and
daydreaming covers me nicely.
Praise should come
As the job happens
And the same goes
Or the cheer is gone
and the shame not lived