ME ...GLORIA ... Days Gone By ... Faded Photos Of What Used To Be ...Life ... Death

Photos from years gone by ... looking back just as you would flip through

pages in a book ... my book.

Some photos are pretty, some are ugly, all imperfect. All of the most real, unpretentious person. I used to be vain but, with one exception ... I was a kind person. I can say that in my defense.

Faded days gone by ... just like in that song ... some of the photos are just that ... faded.

I don't know why ... but, I am glad I have some pretty photos of Me'. Don't we all hope we do? 

Photos validate your very existence. If you don't have photos ... it's hard to say 'I used to be' or 'I used to do' ... or any 'used tos'. 

If I didn't feel any pain ... it's true, photos DO cause ME physical pain in my chest, my very Heart. That's not a good thing. 

It all has to do with so, so much grief in my Heart, my very soul. If I didn't feel pain ... I would sit, hold, look at our physical pictures through time. 

Photos of my only child, my son ... Tommy, my mom, Grandma Alma and George ... oh God, the list goes on and on ...... and on. I have to push this way back in my mind ... pain.

Every photo, almost ... every family member is gone ... they died.  

I have one brother whom I loved with my Heart, always will ... who is still living. 

I don't think I will ever see him again in this Life. I wanted to be close to him ... Life prevented it. 

I had another brother whom I grew up grieving as a little girl. He and I were together until our home split up when I was nine. 

He went to Wisconsin to one Hell ... I went to my own. We never could become close as much as the few times we tried as adults. It wasn't meant to be. He died.

Life is like that ... now, it doesn't matter, too much time has gone by. I never talk about the past , my family.  I don't answer questions.  

Why would I? No one would understand, why in the world would I try to explain to anyone why this, why that. I don't have to. 

Life can hurt us deeply, throw unexpected curves. ... sometimes  ... there's no coming back.

I learned to cope with that years ago. The only brother who truly loved ME died ... my Heart loved him so much. He always was glad to see Me. He cried over ME.

He came to see ME when I lay in a hospital bed, dying. My brother ... Rick-Rick. My precious brother whom I loved with my very Heart.

I could barely see him as he stood there, I was calling out his name ... he never heard heard ME. Tubes in my chest, throat, IV ... not being able to move made him think I wasn't in this world.

He couldn't see the tears I was crying  inside ... I was very aware for several minutes my brother was there. I wanted him to know I loved him, was so glad to see him. He never knew.

He was crying as he turned, walked quietly to the door. He closed the door softly, left. I closed my eyes ... I was my dark world, barely surviving. I didn't know, I was gone.

I had cancer ... non-Hodgkins lymphoma ... had undergone 2 major surgeries ... thoracotomy surgery ... each lung, chemotherapy  ... so many medicines, scans, tests, oh, so many needles.

When my brother came to see ME ... I wasn't strong enough or aware enough to know I was battling to live ... to survive. I was ...

Awareness came much, much later ... when it did ... I met it head-on, fought like Hell to live. 

I vaguely remember the oncologist saying, "you have cancer, you may not live" ... in my foggy mind it seemed she was so loud ... each letter of the word 'C.A.N.C.E.R loomed up a foot tall. 

I heard someone weeping their very Heart out. Before darkness I saw tears on Skip's face, eyes ... the nurse seemed angry at the oncologist ...

It was ME, weeping. Just like years before when I gave birth to my son... when I came to ... I was weeping as my eyes opened to trees swaying in the wind outside the window. 

I kept feeling this sensation I could go back through 'that' door ... this was a dream ... if I could get back through ... I wouldn't have cancer.

Life can be like that, mine was. No one can see all my physical, mental scars ... I have fought many battles ... I am still standing like a Redwood tree ... strong, so, very strong. 

This body God gave ME has been a strong vessel ... it has withstood the storms of time. If I had been one tiny bit weaker ... I would died many times over.

My mind goes back to my Grandma Alma and George ... without anyone realizing it ... they instilled amazing strength in a fragile, little girl. They never knew. I didn't know ... it took growing up, self-study to see where my strength came from.

Grandma Alma and George ... a blind man ... a paralyzed woman. Isn't it pure amazing ... they were THE strongest people I ever knew in my Life. I loved them with my very Heart.

Hell was raised in their home both day, night ... each time I witnessed it, it did something to ME. It strengthened, made Me determined never to allow Hell-raising in my Life when I grew up.

I have to say in all honesty ... I DO know how to raise tee-total Hell if I ever need to. I choose not to, don't want to ... but, I know how to, I learned from the best. I say this with a smile on my 💋 lips. It's not funny ... but, it is.

Life ... wow, Life is something else. No matter what, I love Life ... I still look for the good. I never give up.

I have gotten back up many, many times on these two feet ... I must have been a Redwood tree in one of my past lives. 

I must have been ... Humpty Dumpty in another past Life. I have put so many pieces of Life back together again. 

Things don't hurt ME now. The only thing is ... Photos can still hurt ME.

Why?

Because ...

They show, validate each person I loved deeply of when they used to be here ... living. Sadly they died, too many before their time through awful, terrible ways. 

If I don't look at photos, I don't see what ... used to be. Let them stay 'faded roses, faded days' gone by.

Life ... death ... photos to ME remind ME ... everyone has gone away. Photos have the power to hurt ME.

These are some of my thoughts today. The good thing is ... the day is bright, pretty ... yellow leaves are falling!

Happy day, happy colors to you!

The Main Thing Is ... Don't Ever Give Up

I have thought many thoughts today ... it's been a thinking day. 

My thoughts involve a lot of self reflections. I study myself as well as study others ... everything.

I have begun seeing a lot of young mothers/parents upset with the price of gas. Wow, prices are climbing!

I watched online several young mothers talking about having hard times already with food prices, child care ... rent, car payments, trying to afford all the things young families work for. Now, gas is topping it all.

I felt their pain as I watched, listened. I watched their faces, tears falling, voices filled with such emotion. I felt their words, their pain.

I let myself feel ... their pain for a few minutes ... to mentally 'walk a mile' in their shoes. That's something I have always done ... unless I was actually walking in those shoes, myself.

I have to protect my Heart ... I feel, care when others go through bad things ... especially, young families. 

If I didn't protect my Heart,  I wouldn't be able to live with the pain, compassion  ... for others. I would only be a big ball of pure pain for the world ... no good to myself, others.

It seems so much in Life affects each, everyone of us in today's time ... making family units, marriages fragile. I grew up in the most broken of homes. I want families to make it, have every chance to stay together. 

Now ... today ... oh my, my, my. I worry ... each day Life has something new, now. Things are happening for the first time and ... so far, they don't seem to be good things. 

It seems like each day new groups of people are affected ... losing healthcare, food benefits they depend on. It's like a rug being pulled out from every walk of Life. Only the rich don't suffer ... money buys everything. 

Everything is being broken ... there's no way to 'go back' to the way things were ... we are at 'where things are' ... now. 

Broken like a beautiful vase ... trying to put it back together like it was ... but ... never to be the same again.  

We are in the 'breaking' stage. The powerful control the outcome. 

We ... wish for miracles, things to be alright, to be better again. I have faith all will get better. 

In the meantime. ... we each do our best in our lives, lives we touch ...

We have no way of knowing at least how tomorrow will be ... Life has become very unstable. We used to have an idea what tomorrow would bring. 

We used to go to sleep knowing pretty much what tomorrow would bring. I wake up now .... knowing to look, check the news because so much happens while everyone sleeps.

I used to wake up with a 'scared' sensation in the pit of my stomach. I think ... 'I wonder what happened during the night'.

Too many bad things  happen to hurt people ... real people, little children ... people who already struggle to go through each day. 

I had to really force myself to face that I can't control what's going to happen as one thing after the other happens to change our Life as we know it. It's happening so fast ... everyday.

I can only be 'right here' ... and when the ripples of Life threaten to touch my little world in a negative way ... I can do the best I can ... truly ... one can't do better than that.

We have to accept we can't stop bad things from happening  ... we can only do our best to react in a positive way. Why?

Like ME ... I have two precious lives who depend, need ME. 

I am sure you have the same in your life ... unless ... you depend on someone. There were times I depended on Skip ... he took care of everything. 

When his health began failing, oh my ... I began to face the harsh reality of having to take care of him ... us. I had no one in my immediate Life ... my only child/son died, he was all I had.

Oh my, my, my ... oh my, my, my ... is all I can say about all the battles I have fought in the past ten years. 

I learned to put my pride aside, ask for help ... I ALWAYS went without, before asking for help to get what I needed. 

I still struggle with that ... I grew up when asking for help made you look bad, weak, people look down on you. 

My pride took a big blow when my Life changed drastically. I had to ask for help many times.

You wouldn't believe how thankful, grateful I am, have been over and over. I got to experience how much it meant to be helped when I had no way to turn, no one to turn to.

I will say this ... even when needing ... I ALWAYS give back in one way or other. That's my nature. I can't take, not give.

Even if I don't have a lot, I still have something to give. Does that make sense?

We tend to think when giving it has to be money ... not so, though that's a good way to help, care. 

If I have something I can give, not take away from Skip ... Pup ... and I know someone needs it ... I will find a way to give it.

Even ... if I go so far to lend something, I go ahead and let go of it mentally in case it doesn't come back. That's to avoid negative feelings. 

I have always been like that. Material things aren't worth the mental anguish,  truly don't lend if you can't let go. 

It's so easy to be distracted by Life, forget to return. I have been there, done that, never meaning to when younger.

When we grow older we find positive ways to not set ourselves up for pain, anger ... things to cause us grief. 

As you grow older you will see, especially when you try to be the best you can. Not perfect ... just the best you can.

Yes, I know ... sometimes, we can't even be the best we can at times. The main thing is ... don't ever give up.

Making The Sunshine Come Out On a Cloudy Day

Checking the news ... weather ... nor'easter, gracious. 

Last load of clothes in dryer ... last load of laundry in the washer. Stack of neatly, folded laundry put up.

Sitting on my bed ... looking, listening, making sure all is okay before I write. Mr. Kissy Fairchild is snuggled up to me. Skip gently snoring, lost in the world of sleep.

All is peaceful, boring ... alright. The older I get ... boring is beautiful. I smile here ... who would have thought I would would ever love, embrace ... boring? 

Boring ... in my little word is wonderful. That means Skip, Mr. Kissy Fairchild ... myself ... are on an even keel ... no rocking boat ... no crazy ripples in the water.

No ... sunshine. Looking out the window ... dark leaves ... splashes of cloudy sky. I don't feel the happiness, joy sunshine makes me feel. Sadly, the lack of sunshine affects ME.

That means I have to work on putting joy in this day.

How? That's what I am sitting here thinking about. How to make today brighter when there's no sunshine. I am a sunshine girl ... sunshine is important to ME.

What to write about? Real life ... I am real life. I write ME. Seeing a splash of sunshine on my bed where I write inspires ME ... to write. Makes ME feel happier. 

Cloudy, dull affects my mood. I need colors, sunshine to exist.

I don't confuse the lack of sunshine, a dull day with thankfulness, gratefulness. My Heart is always full of both. Always. 

I never forget how good people, Life has been to Me ... that's why I am here today. Someone cared, people cared about us.

Life these past two weeks has been challenging in many ways. Each day, getting up I promise myself it will be better. 

There are subtle changes in our everyday ... I am adjusting to them. I don't talk about them ... I go with the flow of my Life. 

Challenges are made to overcome, I overcome one way or other. I meet them head-on ... I don't hide my head in the sand. How can you steer a car if you don't look at the road? 

I just smiled at how each day for the past two weeks has been. Life is just that way.

Well ... this morning I am determined to make the the sunshine come out on a cloudy day! How about that? I am determined to make challenging not so challenging. 

Later, I will make coffee, a nice breakfast for Skip, Mr. Kissy Fairchild. Mr. Kissy eats good food, he isn't a 'canned dog food' sort of pup. 

I make a bowl with his meat, veggies like we have ... not only that ... he loves for Me to feed him. He is the only Pup, he is ... SPOILED. I also, keep his dry food dispenser full, water bucket full with fresh water.

His vet visit shows him to be a very healthy pup. His weight is 92 lbs. He isn't overweight, his fur is pure silky. He is 'perfect' ... I am smiling again. We truly, dearly love this precious Pup!

How to make the sunshine come out on this cloudy day? After we are officially up, breakfast out of the way ... I will take garbage bags to the nearby convenience center. Then ...

I will begin cleaning countertops (they are clean but, I will rearrange as I go). Smelling the wonderful scents of clean will bring happiness into today. Sunshine!

I am going to mop floors, vacuum. I do this all the time but ... today ... is today, it's different ... it's a new day! I may rearrange as I go.

I sometimes make exceptions in how I clean house now ... sometimes, I become tired much quicker. Remember ... I told you that my accident changed my whole life, the way I do things? Sometimes,  it take longer to do things.

Two years ago, I had an accident, fracturing my left femur. I was working,  cleaning house, changing Skip's mattress.  

I was trying to cram the last corner of the mattress into the pickup bed ... the next thing I knew I became aware of being on the ground in the most pain I'd experienced since the the two major surgeries I had during my battle with cancer. (Two thoracotomy surgeries, brutal surgeries, lifetime pain ... I think now, the surgeries might be better  ... I don't know).

I thought I could just get up ... oh my, my, my. There wasn't any getting up from that fall. Suppose I was hiking in a remote area ... that's where I would have laid until ............

Skip couldn't hear me, no one could hear Me crying for help. 

I laid there approximately two hours in the most excruciating pain until Skip came to the door calling for Me. He doesn't walk well. 

It was hard to tell him what was wrong, laying on my back, crying.

I finally made him understand I was seriously hurt, to get my phone, throw it out to me. 

The next thing I knew ... the EMS people were working at getting me on a stretcher ... oh my God, there's NO describing that kind of pain.

I was taken to the hospital ... they were giving me pain medicine ... the doctor gave me an injection ... I was out. Surgery ...  ME doing what I do best ... getting back up when Life knocks ME to the ground.

Anyway, I didn't mean to go into a lot of detail here ... I normally don't speak of my accident because I don't have time to dwell, focus on it. 

I have my little world to take care of. At the time ...Precious Camie was very ill ... bone cancer in her front leg ... and as you know ... Skip not well. 

I HAVE to be there for my world that now, consists of Skip, Mr. Kissy Fairchild. Precious Camie died.

My doctor wants me to have a hip replacement,  take the hardware out so, I can walk good again, have less pain. I walk carefully now, I would limp walking fast. I try not to do that.

I told him that I am the only one to care for Skip, Kissy. I won't go through that surgery, recovery as long as I have them to care for. My Life is ... them. They need, depend on ME. I need them.

I know that anything could happen, meaning unexpected complications ... I don't need extra pain, grief ... even if it means walking good again. 

I know that there aren't promises I wouldn't end up in worse shape. My take on this is ... 'if it ain't broke, don't fix it'.

I need ME to care for US.

Okay ... it seems the sunshine is peeking through the window. I love that ... see, I am smiling now!

I am going to make all smell so fresh, nice so, when the sunshine disappears behind the clouds ... I will still have sunshine inside. I will make it happen! 

Real Life is like this ... I write real Life ... my real Life.

Note: I noticed something of my writing (font) grew larger. I am not going to take time to correct it. I told you many times ... I'm not perfect. This is an example! 😄😃😀🙂🙃

Words Are Magical!

 

I read these words on Mindset Code. For some reason they stood out to ME.

Words have a way of doing that to ME when something is written in a completely turn-around way, yet ... mean the same thing. You know how some things can be said, written ... all mean the same thing.

The words are:   (I didn't write these words, they are from Mindset Code)

Six Powerful Lessons of Karma

1)  "When a bird is alive, it eats ants. When the bird dies, ants feed on the bird. Time changes everything".

2)  Life always comes full circle. No one stays powerful forever, no one stays weak forever.

3)  You may have everything today, but time can change your circumstances in an instance.

4)  Never insult, hurt, or look down on anyone. The people you ignore today may be the ones you need tomorrow. 

5)  One tree can produce millions of matchsticks, but a single matchstick can destroy millions of trees.

6)  Life is fragile, power is temporary.  Stay humble,  stay kind,  and let your character be your greatest strength.

I say things like this all the time ... my words are different. Another person will say the same thing ... their words are different. 

I think I know why? we all say things in a different way, why? we don't listen to one person but ... listen to another person.

You know the old saying ... "different strokes for different folks"? It takes 'different' to appeal, stop one to make them hear, think. I love the word 'different '.

I think 'when it's time' for you, ME, or anyone to listen is ... when just that right moment, time comes... all of a sudden it hits you, dawns on you exactly what something means. Then ... you wonder why? you never paid attention before.

One person could say the same thing over and over ... no one hears him. Yet ... someone comes along, says the same thing ... all of a sudden ... those words take on Life, excitement, meaning! You understand, see!

It took something/someone 'different' ... to bring it out ... to breathe Life into old words you have heard a million times. All was presented in a 'different 'way!

I love words ... I wish I knew all the words in this world. I know my words, as long as people can understand them ...

I am happy.

Words are magical, they can transport you to different places, make you hear, feel, smell. You don't even have to get up out of your chair. You forget where you are until ... you have to become aware of your surroundings again.

The words above stood out to ME... especially number 1. I had never thought of it that way.

If this bores you ... it may not be your time to see, understand ... one day it will be. We all grow each day ... if you are like ME ... you are always seeking to learn, understand to make your everyday Life better.

Words ... Are magical!

Just In Case ... One Day

                                               My little world ... Skip &Kissy

                                                              September 2026

I was watching YouTube earlier, saw something very interesting.  There's a guy who shows you how to eat a meal for less than a dollar, or feed several people for a couple of dollars ... how to eat cheap ... but ... healthy. 

I watched him fascinated, because I think so many of us have gotten used to cooking too much ... food gets thrown away. Mind you ... this is my opinion only.

If you know ME ... I always like to have ideas stashed back 'just in case one day'. In our present time ... I am thinking we could have a 'just in case one day' at any time.

I am sure many agree with me ... of course, there are the ones like I used to be. If something happens I can do this, do that. I won't go without, I have money, cars, everything I need.

Well, I understand that way of thinking. I have been there, done that. Today isn't like yesterday ... you never know what can go missing in your life ... things always taken for granted.

I read, listen, watch to keep up with real life ... you know ... like homeless people, how the middle class, people who work hard, have families are ending up on the street. 

So, if that's happening to middle-class ... in my opinion it's time to pay attention. Many of these people are homeless, still working hard ... life is becoming too expensive to maintain homes, cars, luxuries ... they are moving into their cars, recreational vehicles until they break down, find them too expensive to repair. Then ... their next option ... is a tent.

No longer are everyday things they once enjoyed as a vacation getaway are happy ... not when you are forced to live in them everyday. Once each year was fun, happy.

I wonder how many of you are keeping up with what's really happening in our real world? It's not up to ME to tell you, I am just writing about what I know. 

If you happen to read what I write ... I hope it at least makes you think, become aware, and maybe even have a plan or two. Survival depends on knowing, absorbing all the knowledge you can to make it ... if worse comes to shove.

In my whole life on this earth ... I personally have never known Life to be so unstable, even at times ... scary, as our today's time is.

I don't sit rocking back, forwards frozen in fear ... I don't crawl into my bed to hide from the world ... I don't whine, cry woe is me. I do feel twinges of fear from all happening ... every ... day ... I force myself to face it mentally.

If I don't ... what good am I to myself, much less to anyone else ... my little world who depends on ME?

I feel I want to be prepared enough ... just in case.