I was streaming through my Facebook page and my favorite sites. It is amazing how we are all made in the same form but yet we are  different. We look at each other and recognize our own species. Except for changes in hair, eye, weight and height, the only thing that truly separates us is our language.

Many times in my own home town I stand in the check out line and listen to those around me speak who do not speak the English language. They look like me for the most part but I can’t understand them.

There are thousands of blogs out here in cyber space. I see topics about food, love, pain, abuse, children, adults. There are some on affairs, death, illness, laughter, tears. There are even educational blogs, and topics on how to build your own web sites. You can find blogs that sell online.

I see blogs full of photography, beautiful women, handsome men. Blogs from awesome waterfalls, vacation spots. It is just amazing. My personal favorites are inspirational blogs.  Al has a day each week where he fills his page with great inspirations. When I am down, I run to his page to get uplifted reading.  Ute is another friend I have on blog world. Her pages are always filled with wonderful sayings and inspiration.  Angel is where I can go when I want to have paw kiss chats. She loves cats and I certainly love Rhino our cat. What better conversation could there be?DSC00159

Although we don’t meet in person there are some on my blogs that I would truly wish to meet. Ute is one.  Debbie is another friend I feel very close to. We share so much in common.

There are several blogs I follow that I can find a way to boost my faith when I feel weak.  Len is one lady who is very strong in her faith. She has a way with words which help comfort me. You know words are so powerful. Hugs are nice, a warm handshake helps, but those kind words stick to our hearts and never let go.

There are also blogs that are about emotional strength that I love to read. Maybe because of Al I am drawn to these. I doubt if this lady realizes how much I depend on her blog, but I always watch for it to appear in my email box so I can read it. If you would care to pay her a visit, please do. She loves people.

Every morning when I hop on-line I visit Rob at  I get my morning java through reading his post. It is just like going to church but I get to stay in my jammies. Thank-you Rob for always teaching me about the Lord.

Marilyn, is a good woman. She and her husband actually came up last summer for a visit. Al and I both received the opportunity to meet her and her husband. Marilyn’s blog is upbeat, happy. I can learn about her awesome finds at goodwill stores. She lets me in on her secrets to staying happy. She loves helping others as she did lately, where she baked many cookies and gave them as gifts.

Then there is granny at I love to chat with this blogger. I am always ensured I will feel better when I have my visits at this site.

I have a wonderful friend named Julie.  She and I became instant friends when the time was that we thought Al had Parkinson’s. Julie’s husband has this illness too. I love to visit her site. I can see the beautiful birds she has living on her land. I can send well wishes to Ants and Ming and Julie and I have an understanding of what being a care giver is.

Bob has a large blog full of photographs he has taken. You can visit Bob over at He takes many photos at his local zoo. I just love visiting his blog. The last thing I do before going to bed is visit this blog. It makes me laugh with the numerous topics on jokes.  Love this blog.

If I want to dream and be able to visit a different country, then I go visit Viveka at She is awesome. A retired chef she lets me view recipes and photos of wonderful foods she makes. She takes a lot of photos and I get to see what her country is like. I just love this lady. We have been friends for a  long time.

Well, there are so many more to mention, but it is time to go change Al and reposition him, so I have to stop for now. I hope you enjoyed your journey with me through blogs I enjoy.

In the end we are all the same. We may look a little different but we all speak of love. The love of our home town, love of photography, good jokes, food and life, and of course, writing.

The Man on the Edge of his Bed

Sorry friends, that I have not chatted with you today. Here it is 7pm and I am just able to write. Al was up a lot during the night. He went to sleep about 2am and so I was able to go to bed. At 4 he was up and then continued wanting something off and on until 6:30 this morning.

I caught another hour and a half and then the care giver arrived. I was also waiting for the shower girl to arrive. I had not met this shower girl. When she came she peeked in on Al and noticed his coca cola collection and that was all it took.

The two immediately bonded. Al was not able to have a shower today. He was too sleepy and too weak. He got a nice bed bath and I heard the chatter out in the living room until she left. That felt good. I know the two enjoyed their time together.

For right now, being squeezed in on the schedule we don’t know who will end up being the regular shower girl, but I am keeping my fingers crossed it is her.

Al confided in me in the wee hours of the morning that something had happened and this is why he could not sleep. To me it was a prayer answered. To Al, it shook him up causing him to not be able to sleep.

He told me his dad had come to see him. He said dad sat on the edge of his bed and told him that he wanted to be friends with Al. I got goose bumps as I had waited for this for years.

For Al the only dad he recognized was the one who picked on him and criticized him his whole life. I explained to Al that when dad went to heaven he forgot all of the bad stuff. I had been telling Al this for sometime.

And yet if Al did see dad and talk to him, and if people really do forget the bad things, then why did he tell Al he wanted to be friends? I don’t know the answers. I just kept telling Al this was great news. Now he and mom and dad could all be happy together.

I know Al has pondered on this all day. He fought sleep. His eyes would be nearly closed and then he would force them open again. I wish he would have slept for his own sake though. He didn’t feel well. He complained and was irritable.

Al finally went to sleep this afternoon. I had to wake him up for supper. I just fed him and changed him. I am now finishing my own supper. I went in to check on Al before sitting down here to chat with you and Al through sleepy eyes told me the end is almost here. I patted his hand and said this is a good thing Al, no more pain and many days of being with mom and dad again. He then closed his eyes and went to