I feel homesick for you
I don’t know your name
Or where you reside
I can see your smile
And the twinkle
In your eyes
I feel your gentle
Hairs on my
Arms to rise
And when I see
My skin sheds
And melts into
I am homesick
For love a soft
For me to fall
Gently and you
Take me in your
Arms and my
World is safe.
What you feel
So do I
A love for you
From my heart
I feel your pain
I hug your thoughts
Although we are two
Our hearts intertwine
Are with you
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Over the weekend, we explored different ways to love. Today, tell us about the most unconventional love in your life.
Photographers, share a photo that says unconventional.
In my generation it was common to grow up and plan on getting married and having some kids. Moms worked some but for the most part they still worked more inside the home instead of outside for someone else.
The conventional love. The one everyone followed suit on. Even people who weren’t crazy about being married, got married because it was the right thing to do. Not uncommon in some countries but very unlikely here where I live was the arranged marriage.
You had your spouse chosen for you. A lot of figuring and planning went into those marriages. Many times they didn’t love each other, let alone know enough to be saying I do. Can you imagine what that was like letting someone bed you at night and you had no deep feelings for them. I can imagine that they grew to love each other, or they suffered their own hell.
Love and marriage has advanced so much today. People can love each other for a one night stand. Even say the words without feeling them for the passion of a fleeting moment. Some are infatuated with thinking the grass is greener on the other side of the fence. They will fantasize about another married person, thinking if I was only married to them.
Others waste so much of their life by living a dream, hoping that one day that person will be come available, only to end up an old spinster, all alone.
I did the common thing. I married fresh out of high school. It lasted for several years and a lot of the years were good. But we are thrown rocks and feelings change. We become more mature and our needs and desires change.
Sometimes this leads to divorce or cheating for some. Others suffer through the relationship for the sake of the children.
I ended up being divorced, and married a second time, which was even a bigger mistake on my part. Now I define love totally different from when I was in my twenties.
I have room for many types of love. I love my kids. I love watching the birds and feeding the squirrels. I love my brother. I love caring for others. I love knowing that I made someone’s day special.
I would love to see a man come driving through in his car and pick me up. I have given up on the knight and shining armor on a white horse. That is fairy tale to me now a days. Now I think I can love someone for who they are. What they bring to my life, how I add to theirs. Sharing some laughs and tears a good cooked meal or movie; is something I can love unconventionally.
I have learned I don’t have to follow that yellow brick road. I can be myself and learn to let my feelings lead me. Accepting ourselves for who we are is a major thing to do today. Not feeling like I have to be like everyone else is a big thing that took me years to learn.
Can I learn to love unconventionally? Yes, I think I can, and I have in many ways
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Standing in front http://youtu.be/JXmUYdOVJtc
Of the mirror
I have visited before
But now red eyes
And teary stained face
Look back at me
As I miss
My baby tonight
Come back my love
Forget what I said
Words were spoken
Before it was thought
I don’t want to
Night without you
Me for hurting
Don’t make me suffer
As I have suffered
Enough for the
Two of us
Don’t make me
Reach out to
An empty pillow
Please my baby
Please come home
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If I could feel your tears
On my face
See you standing
Where you once stood
Hear your voice
Saying one more time
I love you, I miss you
I would smile
Just one more time.
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Al’s heart is suffering from the tremors. He has CAD, and it is getting tired. On the way back home from the nursing home it hit me what the doctors had said. I started shaking so bad I had to pull off the side of the road and I cried like a baby.
I cried for my selfishness in the thoughts of losing my brother. I cried for all Parkinson’s patients. I cried because I feel so helpless. The emergency push to get approved for him to come home has been given. The state called me today while I was at the nursing home. Now it has to be signed by a different area of the State and then a Caseworker is put into play.
I want him to pass a way here at home. I don’t care how hard it is to take care of him, I will not let him die in that nursing home or any other.
The doctor ordered a bed alarm for him. The nursing facility called me at the hospital and said they don’t want to use it because he will get mad at them. I told them, “This isn’t for your convenience, this is to alert you when Al stands up.”
“We just don’t want to use it.”
“Sorry, I don’t want Al to fall anymore than he is.”
“He has only fell here once.”
“Bullshit, he has fallen at least four times that I can think of immediately.”
“He didn’t fall two days ago. He was found on the floor.”
“Oh really? What was he doing on the floor?”
This argument went on for about five minutes and then I said,”I am his guardian and I say use it. No more arguing.”
His heart is suffering and he kept breaking out in clammy cold sweats all day. Many partial baths were given. When we got back to the facility an aid asked Al if he had to go potty. I guess he told her no. Five minutes after they laid him down on his bed he wet his brief, clothes and bed. When the aid found out he had done this she looked at me and said,”I just asked him five minutes if he had to use the bathroom and he said no.”
I told her it is the PD and not Al. I apologized but said,”He is wet and he needs to be changed.”
She got some help and the two changed him. The put a pad between the bed covers and Al’s bottom. She said she had a shower to do so she would change the bed later. To me this was wrong, but I let it go, he was dry for the moment.
He cried because he was embarrassed about wetting himself but I told him, “You can’t help it bud. If you could I know you would get up and go to the restroom. Please try not to feel bad.” I know my words fell on deaf ears.
It has been a bad day. I didn’t receive good news at all. Al life is being cut sooner than later. I am tired. Al is tired. I am sick to my stomach and I keep feeling the tears at times. I love my brother. I know he is suffering but I don’t want to lose him.
If anyone wants to help another PD patient not have to go through what Al does, please go to this website. Look under search or view entries and find Al’s photo with my name under it. He is in his famous red coca cola shirt. Here is the link.
You can vote one time every hour. Please help so others don’t have to suffer like Al is.
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Henry and Jane went out into the kitchen where his mom was writing a grocery list.
“What don’t you like to eat Jane?” Carol asked as she looked up from her list.
“Oh don’t worry about me. I eat about anything except liver and spinach. Those two things just give me the shivers thinking about them.”
“You don’t have to worry there. We don’t eat that shit either.” Everyone laughed and this relieved the tension a little. The two ladies put their heads together and picked out food choices everyone liked. Henry stood in the background listening and chomping on an apple.
“Are you eating again?” his mom asked him.
“I’m a growing boy Mom, give me some slack.”
“You are no longer a growing boy. You are a man with a wife and a baby on the way. Get used to it.” Henry and Jane exchanged looks and then asked if Carol if she needed anything else.
The conversation ended and Carol got ready to go to the store. Henry and Jane went out back and sat on the porch. They talked about when he had to go back to work.”You have to go back tomorrow already?”
“Yeah baby, we gotta have some money. Going to cost to feed us and the new kid coming.”
The two fiddled with each others fingers and started poking each other making laughter ring in the air. Carol came out and said, “See you kids later.” After she left Jane slid her hand down her new husband’s leg. He did the same to her. Soon hands were being placed and the two got up and walked in the house. Once inside their bedroom he slid her blouse off and then her skirt. He laid her back on the bed and for the next half an hour time slipped a way from them.
Getting dressed Henry asked her,”What ya want to do today? Anything special?”
“I don’t care. Whatever you want to do is fine with me.”
He grabbed her hand and led her out to his car. Giving her a smack on her butt she got in and the two took off. They parked at the garage where his buddies worked and they both went inside.
“Hey guys, look who I brought with me. Guys meet Jane. She is now my wife” Whistles were heard through the garage as his friends gave their approval. Once again they gathered around the famous table and talked.
“So you’re the gal we always hear about.”
“He never told us you were so darn pretty. Guess he was afraid to? Everyone laughed. One of the workers there couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of Jane. Jane could feel his stare burning into her flesh. She pulled her shirt collar a little closer to her neck and when she glanced at him he smiled at her.
“Is there a bathroom I could use?” Jane asked.
Kurt, the guy who couldn’t take his eyes off of her jumped up from his seat and said, “Ya back in the corner. I will be glad to show you where it is.” Jane glanced down at Henry but he missed her look and she ended up being led by Kurt.
When he stopped they were standing in front of a tall narrow door. Kurt said,”Henry never told us how gorgeous you are. You sure are a looker. Don’t worry I won’t try anything. There’s a lock on the other side of the door.” She looked at him and then went through the door and immediately locked it.
When she opened the door there he stood. “I thought I better walk you back up front. In case you forgot how you got back here.”
“I would have been fine. I think I know my way, but thanks for waiting.” The two walked back up to the group of guys. Before sitting down Jane tugged at Henry’s shirt. “My stomach feels a little funny. Do you think we could leave?”
“Sure baby. Well guys I will catch ya all later.” The two left the garage and when they were in the car Jane turned in her seat and asked Henry,”That guy Kurt, is he a good friend of yours?”
“Why do you ask? I don’t know him that well. He works here and he always hangs with us during break times. I don’t think he has worked here very long. Probably about as long as I have been at the bowling alley.”
Jane didn’t say anything. “Did something happen Jane? Did he make a move on you? By God he better not have. You are my wife and I would hate to have to show him who’s boss.”
Jane didn’t want anyone fighting, especially over her. “No, no nothing happened. I thought he just looked familiar to me. I must have run into him somewhere, maybe the grocery store or at the burger joint.”
If her voice sounded unsettled or strange, Henry didn’t pick up on it. “Hey, about going down to the lake for a while. The lake should be pretty quiet now. The weather is beginning to change. Maybe it will just be us. Wanna have some fun?”
Jane looked at him with that special smile and Henry pinched her cheeks. “Come on, let’s go have some fun.”
- Chapter 16 (terry1954.wordpress.com)
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To dream to be able to heal
To wipe the tears and sorrows
And bring hope to the world
For a better tomorrow.
To take a way all sickness
To take frowns and turn them to smiles
To walk this earth barefoot and naked
To be accepted for us just for a while.
For wherever we roam
Through what ever door we walk through
We can walk in with our heads held high
You will greet me and I will talk to you.
For each of us to have our individuality
To be able to say as we feel
Would be such an honor
And our mask we would peel.
We are here to love and be loved
To heal broken hearts and minds
To walk together step in step
Our lives becoming entwined.
This is my wish for the world for today
My friends and visitors who pass my way
To put fighting and blasphemy aside for a while
As we walk together mile after mile.
- “Compassion is the radicalism of our time.” ― Dalai Lama XIV (theconflictproject.com)
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