My Angel

angels poetryMY ANGEL

When I think of you

I wonder how you are

I stop to feel you near

I can’t help but feel so blue.


When I think back on that day

A blur of emotions

Strangers standing round

All taking my view away.


My heart ached so much

My tears overflowed

I felt widely broken

Please just one more touch.


Nights felt so black

Decisions must be made

Oh God help me through this

I just want him back.


The time ticks by

People continue in motion

I am still standing here

Not a day has gone by.


One night in my sleep

An angel appeared to me

I awoke and rubbed my eyes

Then I began to weep.


There at the edge of my bed

You stood standing all healed

You have brought me a message

That I have instilled in my head.


You smiled at me and I stood up

I walked to you touching the air

Your warmth brought comfort and

Our love began to erupt.


That was a long time ago

When you came to visit me

You showed me you’re always here

My angel, I will always know.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd






Isn’t It Lovely: Understanding Blog Awards

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As you explore the blogging community, you’ve probably seen bloggers whose sidebars are filled with awards. Maybe you’ve even gotten one of these yourself:

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There are dozens of awards circulating in the blogosphere. Where do they come from? How do you get one? What’s the point? Today, we demystify the world of blog awards with our award FAQ.

Who creates these awards?

There are vote-based programs like the Bloggies, but most of the awards that you get directly from other bloggers, like the “Sunshine Award” or “Versatile Blogger Award,” are created, maintained, and handed out by bloggers. That is, bloggers began them as a way to recognize other bloggers, and the community perpetuates them by continuing to hand them out.

Unlike the automated notifications and trophies you may sometimes receive when you see a spike in traffic or get a certain number of likes, these awards don’t come from —…

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Medical or All-Purpose Marijuana

I was reading some stories about how marijuana should be legalized everywhere. My thought is should it be legalized for any purpose or be used strictly with a prescription for medical purposes?

I went through some pretty heavy months with my brother as he went through his journey of Multiple System Atrophy. When you are on Hospice, a lot of medications that were used prior are taken off your list and more types of pain medications are now the choice of drug.

I can’t speak for anyone else. I can only talk about my own experience with my brother. MSA is not a curable disease. Therefore, when it comes down to weeks and days, there is nothing truly left to do but attack and zone in on controlling the pain.

Every medication that was given to Al, produced a side-effect that wasn’t pretty to see. Some medications cause seizures. Other pain medications take a once smiling face and turn it into a zombie state.

When one becomes available and I discover it works, I learn that it is short-term. The only choice I had was to switch medications and put Al in a trial and error position again or increase the dosage of what he was using.

I did try the trial and error but didn’t like Al having to pay the price of side-effects. I finally stuck with the one that worked or ones that worked and increases were made usually on a weekly basis.

The last few weeks of Al’s life were nothing to brag about. I didn’t know Al any longer. I was never sure if he knew me or even knew where he was. When you choose the strongest medications on the market, it is hard to believe that the patient can suffer even more, while in your heart, you just want to help ease the pain and make the last days comfortable.

I felt terrible and wished for a better way. The ideal medication was to help Al be eased from the terrible pain and yet have him here mentally with me. If only we could see the future of what decisions we make today, life would be much more simple and decisions may be changed.

For me, now that Al has departed this earth, I look back and believe if marijuana was legal in our home state, I definitely would have looked into it. If there are side-effects, they are small indeed compared to chemical drugs.

Al and I would have spent more quality time watching TV together or talking about his last wishes. I wouldn’t have sat or stood by his bed for so many hours wondering what he was thinking or maybe wondering where he was. His body was there, still and empty. His mind was definitely not with me.