That night the moon hung full in the nights sky, as we stood along the front porch, lost in our thoughts, of her, my mother. The undertaker had been called, and as they placed her body in that black bag they always use, we went outside, to be one with the grief we all shared. As they brought her body out, we not a one … Continue reading Words To My Mother I Write
I’ve recognized a few things in going thru these old drafts, one of which is that I am more of a Ken Burns sort of storyteller, then I am a Stephen King. And, that I’ve shifted gears, going with the flow might be more correct, and that real life is far better than any fiction. Suppose this post is also about why I do what I … Continue reading The 64th Post Pulled From Purgatory: Underneath Her Heart
The Station this morn came to mind, maybe more so as today marks 9/11, and the last time I spoke to mom was some days after, all we spoke about was that, and 6 weeks or so later she was gone, it’s been 17 years. I wished I’d said other things, but, there you go, ya never know. That Station, originally I saw it when … Continue reading But Who Is Driving The Train?
Seventeen years ago this October 31st, and Mother’s Day blows in like a gentle breeze, kisses my cheek, and I smile and am thankful I had her as my mom. The other day at work I overheard some co-workers asking each other what are you doing for your mom this year? I got teary, turned away, thinking I wanted to tell them how lucky they … Continue reading Every Year On That Day
“Mother …You asked me if I would be sad when it happened and I am sad. But the iris I moved from your house now hold in the dusty dry fists of their roots green knives and forks as if waiting for dinner, as if spring were a feast. I thank you for that. Were it not for the way you taught me to look … Continue reading From Me To You
“There is no death, daughter. People die only when we forget them,’ my mother explained shortly before she left me. ‘If you can remember me, I will be with you always.” Isabel Allende – Eva Luna …more Gone, But Not Forgotten Continue reading There Is No Death
I remember you telling me how when I began to talk, I’d pick a word and say that word all day; repeating it over and over, like my daily mantra. I wonder if it was because I had so very much to say, that I just started as early as I could? Could be. Even as a teenager I told you probably a lot more than most kids … Continue reading My Mom And Me
So Mom, in homage to you, I was up Halloween night till 3am kvetching and such at an old friends. In our midnight ramblings she reminded me of how messed up I was after I separated, and left our little block at the Coves. Totally lost touch with them you know Mom, and I’m ashamed of that, cause she is a true friend. I just turned … Continue reading On Friends, And Things Forgotten
The Bell Tavern was where 26-year-old Martin Dromgole boarded before he was murdered in 1865 on the back yard of a home where Braida & Henry’s law offices now stand. Accused of being the father of a child out of wedlock whose birth caused the death of the young mother, Dromgole was shot by the girl’s uncle when he attended the funeral. Continue reading Dromgole & Co
Thirteen years ago tonight, the sun began to set, the veil thinned, and we said goodbye to you. In those last eight days, we struggled to come to terms with the loss of you, and still do. We are changed, all of us, who were there. I have to work today, but later on I’m going to M & S’s for a Halloween party…so this … Continue reading Farewell October
Hey Mom… I started this at 5:25am 2 years on, exactly when I held his hand and whispered to him, it will be ok. He could be honest, brutally so. He could be gentle, thoughtful, and sweet. He could be a good friend, and he could be a thief. He struggled with self-esteem, although only the astute would have known. He could be as mean, as he could … Continue reading Messy Memories In Paradise
Hey Mom…I need to talk. So, I guess you could say it’s the ides of October, and so much going on I hardly even know where to begin. God, it’s hard to believe sometimes, but it will be 13 years this year. Thirteen years since that Halloween night you left us. And it astounds me how much has happened since the veil thinned and you past from us. I’ve moved home three … Continue reading October And Me
Hey Mom… ok, so last week I told you about our 3x’s Great Uncle David. That’s where I started, and I have a lot more info on them. First though….did you know that Dad’s related to half of North Carolina? I kid you not. We may dominate a lot of the graveyards in Oxford County up here, but, down there if ya spit you’ll hit a cousin. Last week Lex and … Continue reading The Greatest Great
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