Author has written 11 stories for Life, General, Nature, Love, and Family.Just in case you are interested...
I have been very busy of late and apologize to everyone who I usually read their stuff and review it. I will get to it...I promise. I've been getting swamped with ideas for my stories *yeah* and so have been writing almost nonstop when I can. Today I'm going to have to force myself away from the compy to go and do the dishes or I won't be able to cook any supper tonight. (Kiddie's aren't too happy when that happens )
On another note, my stories (for those of you who are interested in them) have been removed due to the extensive overhauls I have been doing to them and the possibility that they will be sent to a publisher within the next year or two. If they get published, I'll send a little note out to everyone who was interested (I hope, I hope, I hope).
Now...I want to bring to the attention of anyone/everyone who visits this site the poem: Mamaw's Rose
My grandmother is 94 and is terminally ill and now has dementia. For those of you who do not know, dementia affects the mind. So one minute, you may know the person you are talking to, the next you don't...even if that person is your own child or husband. It is a heartbreaking disease for which there is no cure. People with dementia often believe the people closest to them who are taking care of them are trying to kill them. The sad part is...they really believe it, and it makes their lives miserable, as well as breaking the hearts of those around them.
I am bringing to light one of the greatest, gentlest, most intelligent, strongest people I know. My grandmother. Her faith has been rock solid all these years, and she has often relied on that faith for many things. She has undergone some surgeries with no anesthetic, save for local, because she cannot tolerate it physically. She has touched hundreds of lives through being a teacher, and they have touched hundreds more with the lessons she taught...not the school lessons, but the lessons of kindness and love. She "adopted" many of her students and loved them when they didn't know what love was.
In the poem "Mamaw's Rose" I am describing her, as I'm sure you can guess. The Rose is her, and the fields of grass and wildflowers that surround her...are all the people she has touched. Imagine standing in a field, the end of which you cannot see in any direction..and every blade of grass, every tiny flower, is a soul she has touched in one manner or another. It's breathtaking.
Anyway, I have a great love for my grandmother, as many of us do, and a great respect for her. The doctors do not believe she will be with us for very much longer, and so I am doing what I never do. I am asking everyone, whether you review it or not, to please read the poem: Mamaw's Rose