Thursday, February 22, 2018

Because I could not stop for Death





"Because I could not stop for Death" is a lyrical poem by Emily Dickinson first published posthumously in Poems: Series 1 in 1890. The persona of Dickinson's poem meets personified Death. Death is a gentleman caller who takes a leisurely carriage ride with the speaker to her grave.

Because I could not stop for Death (479)

Because I could not stop for Death – 
He kindly stopped for me –  
The Carriage held but just Ourselves –  
And Immortality.

We slowly drove – He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility – 

We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess – in the Ring –  
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain –  
We passed the Setting Sun – 

Or rather – He passed us – 
The Dews drew quivering and chill – 
For only Gossamer, my Gown – 
My Tippet – only Tulle – 

We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground – 
The Roof was scarcely visible – 
The Cornice – in the Ground – 

Since then – 'tis Centuries – and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses' Heads 
Were toward Eternity – 
 
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (December 10, 1830 – May 15, 1886) was an American poet.
While Dickinson was a prolific private poet, fewer than a dozen of her nearly 1,800 poems were published during her lifetime.[3] The work that was published during her lifetime was usually altered significantly by the publishers to fit the conventional poetic rules of the time. Dickinson's poems are unique for the era in which she wrote; they contain short lines, typically lack titles, and often use slant rhyme as well as unconventional capitalization and punctuation.[4] Many of her poems deal with themes of death and immortality, two recurring topics in letters to her friends.
Although Dickinson's acquaintances were most likely aware of her writing, it was not until after her death in 1886—when Lavinia, Dickinson's younger sister, discovered her cache of poems—that the breadth of her work became apparent to the public. Her first collection of poetry was published in 1890 by personal acquaintances Thomas Wentworth Higginson and Mabel Loomis Todd, though both heavily edited the content. A complete, and mostly unaltered, collection of her poetry became available for the first time when scholar Thomas H. Johnson published The Poems of Emily Dickinson in 1955.
(Wikipedia)

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 Emily Dickinson - age 16
 

Friday, February 16, 2018

How Can I Help You Say Goodbye

"How Can I Help You Say Goodbye"


Through the back window of a '59 wagon
I watched my best friend Jamie slippin' further away
I kept on waving 'till I couldn't see her
And through my tears, I asked again why we couldn't stay
Mama whispered softly, Time will ease your pain
Life's about changing, nothing ever stays the same

And she said, How can I help you to say goodbye
It's OK to hurt, and it's OK to cry
Come, let me hold you and I will try
How can I help you to say goodbye
 
I sat on our bed, he packed his suitcase
I held a picture of our wedding day
His hands were trembling, we both were crying
He kissed me gently and then he quickly walked away
I called up Mama, she said, Time will ease your pain
Life's about changing, nothing ever stays the same

And she said, How can I help you to say goodbye
It's OK to hurt, and it's OK to cry
Come, let me hold you and I will try
How can I help you to say goodbye
 
Sitting with Mama alone in her bedroom
She opened her eyes, and then squeezed my hand
She said, I have to go now, my time here is over
And with her final word, she tried to help me understand
Mama whispered softly, Time will ease your pain
Life's about changing, nothing ever stays the same

And she said, How can I help you to say goodbye
It's OK to hurt, and it's OK to cry

Come, let me hold you and I will try
How can I help you to say goodbye

How can I help you to say goodbye.
Released March 1994 - Patty Loveless

Saturday, February 10, 2018

Remembering Mom

The day was January 13, 2010.   A stranger called me to say that my Mom
had fallen and she was being rushed to a local hospital.  
I immediately drove to that hospital.   Mom was somewhat alert, but she had
an injury to her head.  She was 77 years old.   She was at the Veterans
administration doing the last of my dad's paperwork.  Dad had just died
Nov 5th of the previous year. 

Mom ended up having 2 brain surgeries and she passed on Feb 20th of 2010. 


My Mother was an AMAZING woman.   I being her only daughter, we were
always VERY close.   I have said over the years that nothing was left unsaid
between she and I.   That is NOT quite true.   I really wished I had told her
more often how AMAZING she was.   It's fine.  She knows for sure NOW. 





This photo of Mom was one I took on Feb 5, 2010.   She had her 1st brain
surgery on Feb 4th. 





 This photo of Mom was taken on Feb 10, 2010.   My cousin Carol and her hubby John sent Mom this lovely flower arrangement.   Mom LOVED pink roses. 
It's such a special photo, because she was SO HAPPY with the flowers.
In talking recently with my daughter Nicole, Nic reminded me how she brought
Grammy some cheesecake.   GRAM LOVED THE CHEESECAKE.  




Sunday, January 14, 2018

‘Life Goes On’ By Jenna Rose Lowthert -

‘Life Goes On’

By Jenna Rose Lowthert - 
 
Today sucks, I know. It’s going to be hard. But so is every other day since you have lost your mother. There is absolutely no love in this world like the love of a mother. There is a void that cannot and will not ever be filled, no matter what anybody tells you. You don’t miss her today any more than you will tomorrow, or the next day, or the day after that.

Today, Mother’s day, is just another painful reminder that she is no longer physically here. As you watch friend’s celebrate with their mom’s, please remember that yours is tucked away deep down in your heart where she will forever stay.

As the wind blows through your hair, know that it is her gentle and loving touch. As the warmth of the sun shines on your face please remember the warmth in your mother’s heart through all of the days she had on this earth. She didn’t want to ever leave you and she still hasn’t left you.

Your mother was greater than this world. I know sometimes life just doesn’t seem fair and it never will but please, please, don’t cry today, for your mother would want nothing more than to see you smile. I feel the pain within your heart as another day passes by without her. She doesn’t want you to be sad.

She wants you to honor her life in the best way possible, and that way is to live it. Live it for you. Live it for her. I know it is sometimes easier said than done and sometimes words just don’t help and I know this because I lost my beautiful 48 year old mother almost two years ago when I was 24. I have come to find that the best way to heal is to remember. Remember her. Remember the sorrow, remember the love, remember everything.

Talk to her, she’s always listening. And simply cherish the time you did have with her and the memories you have made.
I want you to know that on this day, you are not alone. You are never alone. All of our mother’s are watching over us from heaven this Mother’s Day… and every day, for the rest of our lives. Happy Mother’s Day to all of the motherless daughters out there. Today is your day too. Celebrate her, start a new tradition, live life to the fullest, and most importantly remember that even through the darkest of days, life still goes on.
-Jenna Rose Lowthert 
Jenna Rose Lowthert was inspired to write her book "Life Goes On.." after her mother passed away on May 27th, 2013 after a 10-month battle with stage four lung cancer. Her mom was only 48 years old, and her courage and strength was truly amazing. When her mom passed away Jenna’s world was crushed, but she found treasures she left behind that told a story of a mother's undying love for her children. Jenna wrote "Life Goes On...

Here is a link to my Pinterest grief board....

https://www.pinterest.com/momdeb555/grief-sympathy/

For My Children Grandchildren Nieces and Nephews

Dear Kerri, Nicole, Brian, Vincent, Sara & Kevin

Today, January 14, 2018 I have created a new label...
"For My Children Grandchildren Nieces and Nephews"

Next month, I will turn 60.  Life as we know it is a one
way ticket.  One day I will not be here.  
There will be sadness, and tears... but I know that all
that I have imparted your way over the years will
stick with you.  

When you have to face that one day, I hope the posts I
have shared here under this label... 'For My Children Grandchildren Nieces and Nephews'
will bring you comfort and ALSO some laughs. 
NOT all of the posts will be tear jerking sad posts. 
MAY you ALWAYS remember the funny off the wall
sense of humor that I have (had).   

With Love Always, 
Mama - Grammy #2 - Auntie Deb





 IF you think you need a memorial service,
I hope you find something FUN to wear....
LIKE THIS.  :)

My Poem - 2013


Sunday, November 12, 2017

Remembering Swannee and All Vietnam Veterans


A niece, Felicia DeLappi remembers 
her dear Uncle Swannee.
A good man....
On this Veteran's Day weekend
AND every day....
THANK YOU Swannee.


On December 1, 1969, the Selective Service System of the United States conducted two lotteries to determine the order of call to military service in the Vietnam War for men born from 1944 to 1950.

The Draft in Context

The military draft brought the war to the American home front. During the Vietnam War era, between 1964 and 1973, the U.S. military drafted 2.2 million American men out of an eligible pool of 27 million.  Although only 25 percent of the military force in the combat zones were draftees, the system of conscription caused many young American men to volunteer for the armed forces in order to have more of a choice of which division in the military they would serve. While many soldiers did support the war, at least initially, to others the draft seemed like a death sentence: being sent to a war and fight for a cause that they did not believe in. Some sought refuge in college or parental deferments; others intentionally failed aptitude tests or otherwise evaded; thousands fled to Canada; the politically connected sought refuge in the National Guard; and a growing number engaged in direct resistance. Antiwar activists viewed the draft as immoral and the only means for the government to continue the war with fresh soldiers. Ironically, as the draft continued to fuel the war effort, it also intensified the antiwar cause. Although the Selective Service’s deferment system meant that men of lower socioeconomic standing were most likely to be sent to the front lines, no one was completely safe from the draft. Almost every American was either eligible to go to war or knew someone who was.

Without a doubt, Swannee's life was
cut short due to Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, PTSD.  

The Vietnam Veterans were not welcomed home
with open arms, in fact they were disrespected 
in almost every way imaginable. 
That disrespect caused so many of them to 
shut down, to close it off, to stuff it inside
as there was no way to process it all within
the mental health system, the military horriably
failed those who returned.  They were left on
their own to deal with the trauma of being in
a war zone.  Death of friends, the taking of lives
as is such with war.  The constant fear and
anxiety of being in danger.  Unimaginable
fears that most of us will never know. 

We can not let Swannee AND so many
thousands of others EVER be forgotten. 
Also the families who were and continue to be 
perhaps the only form of support for these
brave soldiers... we must not forget about them. 

IF you happen to see someone wearing Vietnam 
military gear, PLEASE extend your hand
and THANK THEM for their service.
GOD knows it's long overdue.  


 
Some Gave All 
 Written by Billy Ray Cyrus - Cindy Cyrus
1993

I knew a man, called him Sandy Cane
Few folks even knew his name
But a hero, yes was he
Left a boy, came back a man
Still many just don't understand
About the reasons we are free
I can't forget the look in his eyes
Or the tears he cried
As he said these words to me
All Gave Some, Some Gave All
Some stood through for the red, white and blue
And some had to fall
And if you ever think of me
Think of all your liberties and recall
Some Gave All
Now Sandy Cane is no longer here
But his words are oh so clear
As they echo throughout our land
For all his friends who gave us all
Who stood their ground and took the fall
To help their fellow man
Love your country and live with pride
And don't forget those who died
America can't you see?
All Gave Some, Some Gave All
Some stood through for the red, white and blue
And some had to fall
And if you ever think of me
Think of all your liberties and recall
Some Gave All
And if you ever think of me
Think of all your liberties and recall
Yes recall
Some Gave All
Some Gave All
 
 
 

Monday, September 4, 2017

Auntie Deb


Dedicated to My Nephews and Nieces

*Nephews came first ONLY because I went with an alphabetical priority*
Smile face

I have tried to post these in an order of importance.


The most important thing in the world is family and love. - John Wooden









I wrote this after Grammy R. passed in 2010.
(My photo too)


















LIFE ADVICE



I shared this TWICE because it's THAT important.