my sick brother and our 25 pound cat
My Heart Melted At What I Saw
I went in to peek on Al and hurried and got my camera.
Dianne Cogar and Her Poetry
Diane wrote another prayer that I found so emotional. I feel she has so much talent. I can’t help…
I found this in my email from a blogger here at WP. If you agree that I am showing too many photos of him and you think I have over done it, please let me know.
I want to encourage you to perhaps use fewer personal images of your brother. Your story is poignant enough without those images. I think the measuring rod in deciding what photos to post would be to ask yourself: “What would Al want?”
I guess I spend so much time loving him and sharing our life with you I never thought about it. Now please be honest. I will also pray about this. Thank-you friends.
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Think of a topic or issue about which you’ve switched your opinion. Why the change?
Photographers, artists, poets: show us TRANSITION.
I used to be a woman who wanted to be noticed. I loved my antiques and sparkled when auctioneers would come up to talk to me about this or that. When people bid on things I was bidding on it made me feel worthy.
When I think back to that time I realize that I could have comments and looks galore but the real issue wasn’t being fixed. I surfaced through life. I wanted everyone that touched my life to like me.
When I see who I was I realize I was so insecure. It is embarrassing to me now a days for I am no longer like this.
Today I am more mellow. Maybe it is because I have grown up even more.
Maybe it is because I have realized that I am who I am. That trying to be like someone I wasn’t only brought failure to my life.
Today what is important is that I like myself. I am not overly confident, but I feel that I am doing what God gave me the talent to do. I am not a big antique business owner. I still love antiques and I would be happy to have a small business in my own home town.
I care for people who can’t care for themselves. I believe this is a gift from God. Today a person I saw mentioned that she could not work with so many mentally challenged people. I could understand this. I don’t think everyone can. I am not even sure if I can.
I can take care of elderly. I can care for my own brother who is mentally challenged, but to teach in a classroom, I am not sure if I would have that much patience. I think I enjoy the more one on one type of care.
I have realized that I do like being a homebody. I know without a doubt that God knows I am that type of person also or he would not have made it possible for me to get paid taking care of Al right here in our own home.
I am content. Content with smelling the flowers. To walk out to get the mail. To be in my house for a couple of days at a time without seeing a soul. I get lonely, sure, but when that happens I just write here at WP, or a friend will sense it and the phone rings at the exact moment.
I like cleaning the house. I enjoy making Al meals. I like getting him dressed, and helping him to eat. I like brushing his hair. I like taking lots of photographs of him. I like being sentimental and mushy. It is who I am. I am a caregiver who loves taking care of those who can’t take care of themselves and I am proud of myself for having this beautiful talent, a true gift from God.
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