Daily Archives: September 1, 2013

Will You Believe?

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I wonder what my brother sees

Don’t we all wonder too

Is he seeing the colors of gold

And  the cross worn  for me and you?

So many have questioned heaven

They need proof it really exist

But how can you say this

When Al says it is there, he  insist.

We writers can put it on paper

Our imaginations exist

But what about the hand

That Al saw through the fog and mist?

He says he has spoken to her

He says she answers him too

Could he make up such a story

And risk heaven and a chance to lose?                                              AnimatedAngel

Why must we see before we believe

Why can’t we just carry some faith

Doesn’t what he says hold truth

Especially in this case?

We shall have our time

When we will have the chance to see

And if you decide to visit

You will see my brother and me.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd

09/01/2013

 

the rest is just sand

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one of life’s lessons. A must read for all busy people

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I posted this in Sept. 2013 … but I think it’s about time to re-post. Personal I just love this story.

When things in your life seem almost too much to handle when 24 hours are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and two cups of coffee:

Mayonnaise jar - funny-pictures.feedio net

A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.

The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. Again he asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.

golf bolls - allday2 com

The professor next picked…

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Hospice Nurse Just Left

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What I suspected was confirmed by the nurse. The illness, M.S.A. is more powerful than medications. The medicine quit working already.

It is up to Al whether he wants to continue to go to the day program or not. He will suffer from going, but I have to wonder which suffering will be worse? His suffering from M.S.A. or the alternative suffering from being bed bound.

A call was placed to the Hospice doctor. I hated it. They are considering upping his pain patch and pain liquids. Al is getting closer to not being able to determine what is going on around him.

This was always my worst nightmare of all. The icing on the cake. Seeing him get to the point of being out of it. He is refusing supper as he did lunch. He did eat a part of a banana muffin earlier and I talked him into drinking an ensure mixed with ice-cream.

Darn, darn, darn this illness. When I heard Al telling the nurse through sobs, ” I don’t want to live anymore. I am tired of this crap. The next time Mom reaches her hand down from heaven, I am grabbing hold of it. I am ready to go.”

I can’t help it friends. Hearing and seeing him like this just breaks my heart in half. I just want to sleep and sleep and not ever wake up  until this night mare is over.broken heart