When my friend was staying with me she had made a comment that stuck with me. I think of it often now and compare it to what I have done when those special dates come up in my life.
A grandchild’s birthday, well I should add, that I am the worst person at remembering grandchildren’s birthdays. I usually remember but too late. I will see it on Facebook, or someone will mention it.
I am lucky to…
When my friend was staying with me she had made a comment that stuck with me. I think of it often now and compare it to what I have done when those special dates come up in my life.
A grandchild’s birthday, well I should add, that I am the worst person at remembering grandchildren’s birthdays. I usually remember but too late. I will see it on Facebook, or someone will mention it.
I am lucky to remember my own anymore, but then again, why would I want to remember mine. I will be the big 60 after all. I realize age is but a number, and the phrase, you are only as old as you feel, but it freaks me out to be quite truthful.
My biggest fear in life is something I can not control, my death. Oh sure, I can eat right, keep that fat in line. I can exercise until I drop, but in the end I am going to go, just like everyone else, but still it haunts me.
I always remember my own kids birthdays. Have never forgot. When you are my kids ages you sort of, well heck, for me, I just plain run out of ideas on what to get them. How can I make them realize how much they mean to me?
My kids would be crazy if they ever thought for one moment that I didn’t love them to death. Even when it is my time to leave this earth, the kids will be the last things I think about. But with birthday’s and Christmas it has pretty much come down to money for gifts.
One of my kids lives out-of-state. One of them lives very close to me and the last lives about 35 minutes from me. Not too bad I guess considering some parents kids live on the opposite side of the world.
When my girlfriend made the statement, time is the most precious gift you can give of yourself to anyone, that really sunk in. Gosh, it doesn’t cost a penny. It is a way to show them that I care, and I know without a doubt that I would have a wonderful new memory with the children.
We can go from that fact, to looking outside the box. Is there anyone that we are close enough to that they would also appreciate some of our time? What about that shut-in next door. Do you think they would enjoy a fifteen minute visit from us?
How about a phone call, or maybe they would enjoy opening a letter in the mail instead of those nasty bills? I bet if we use our imagination we can think of some wild, and sometimes crazy ways to spruce up a sad face or a lonely heart.
Maybe I will be creative and think of something to add to that money to just put a little extra kick in people’s lives that I care about and love this year too.
Fly To The Angels
Little confused
Little weepy
Minutes turn to hours
Hours turn to days
Days turn to weeks
Nothing…
Little confused
Little weepy
Minutes turn to hours
Hours turn to days
Days turn to weeks
Nothing has changed
Yet all is different
Life is still living
Yet life feels so dead
Thoughts from the past
Are stuck in the head
Nothing I can do
No matter how I try
It’s all up to you
Whether you laugh or you cry
Life has a purpose
But I don’t know what it is
Lying here in bed
Time ticks by slowly
A dying man’s thoughts
Carry him to the end of time
Just waiting for a signal
A time for the change
A time to decide
Whether to cling or fly
Oh winter please hurry
And turn into Spring
Make me whole once again
Let me fly with the angels
And hear them sing.
Written by,
Terry Shepherd
12.30.2013
Daily Prompt; Unplugged
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Sometimes, we all need a break…
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Sometimes, we all need a break from these little glowing boxes. How do you know when it’s time to unplug? What do you do to make it happen?
Photographers, artists, poets: show us UNPLUGGED.
Unplugging from anything is not easy, usually. But then there is a moment, a slice of time, when I am sitting here at the computer and I look at the screen. Nothing, that’s what I get. I have the whole internet to look at, gaze through, reading, learning, and I get nothing.
It is then that I start the ball of wax rolling.
I start thinking, which can be a dangerous thing for me. I ask myself questions. When is the last time you swept your room?
When is the last time you made a special dessert for Al?
When is the last time I enjoyed being outdoors other than running to see Al’s nurse, or maybe taking the trash to the dumpsters?
Then I feel bad and I can understand why my rear end feels so flat lately. I realize I need a break. I never run out of things to talk about with all my friends on here. I never get tired of reading your wonderful comments, but hey, let’s face it. Even best friends need a break from each other at times; even if it’s for a very short time.
So let me rise
Get off my rear
I need to get moving
Gotta get out of here
Step outside
Sniff the air
Watch the leaves
trees starting to change
Falling every where
Enjoy today
For all it brings
Take in new air
And sing, sing, sing!
Aww, I feel better. I have a new outlook on life. I have new ideas. I saw that bug over there. I saw that leaf in color. The neighbor waved hello. The earth is moving and I was the one standing still. Now, I can go back and write about new things.
Who I am 