Tag Archives: pain

why did you take my daddy – August 8

8.6.2017 [why did you take my daddy] why did you take my daddy away. at age two he could now talk and ask. six months earlier I had to tell him and his family that dad would never be coming … Continue reading

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trumpcare 101 – July 21

7.21.2017 [trumpcare 101] it’s not really insurance, the lady tells him you pay us $164 now and we can see your son then we’ll give you a receipt that you file with that company for reimbursement. is there someplace else … Continue reading

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Good Friday – inexcusables – April 14

 robbery, rape, murder treason, theft, cruelty   mean kids bullying the weak, strong kids pushing their weight   a mother beating a vulnerable child, a father violating their innocence   when we are at our most despicable, totally inexcusable   … Continue reading

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a visit with Mike – March 11

3.11.2017 out for the day with the prodigal son, damaged by birth, by life, by all the bad chances and changes that can harm   and yet, he smiles and we try, because God made him   and somewhere in … Continue reading

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Vernesta – February 24

2.24.2017 [Vernesta] Vernesta smiled at us, the other seventh graders who came to play.   small, slight of build, but wary of gaze, she knew something   that the rest of us didn’t as we said come out and play … Continue reading

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she slid under the water – February 19

2.19.2017 she slid under the water, one last hit bringing a blink into which the family bath disappeared   along with the smile and pain and any semblance within this life that a friend or mom or dad or whomever … Continue reading

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alzheimer’s – January 9

1.9.2017 a bright face wrestling with the wrath   of mind cells going of life loves passing   of bodily distancing and medical monitoring   and the loss of knowing   if God still loves him. ————————-

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