Sunday, August 11, 2013

No Longer Does She Lay On A Cold, Wet Ground...



No Longer Does She Lay On A Cold,Wet Ground…
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee
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A little frog hopped on the path leading to the pool of clear water
Lush grasses, cat tails, wildflowers grew at its edge
Dragonflies flitted here… flitted there
Butterflies landed on flowers, yellow and white
The pool sat surrounded in beauty, framed by nature
The sound of a woman’s voice could be heard in a distance
As she strolled down the path, her steps strong, sure
She knew exactly where she was going
To a rock that she had come to all through time
She grew older with this rock that shared her secret thoughts
The rock was big, shaped like a seat with a back
For the woman to place her pillow to sit on
She put the grass blade between her teeth
Raised her eyes toward the sky
To watch the clouds shift, change shapes
This time she came to the rock in happiness
To sit, think about… feel it deep down into her soul
She didn’t think about the last time she came
When her only child, her son… Tommy, died
The grief, pain would overwhelm her if she did
She thought of a little puppy she’d rescued
It lay dying on a cold, wet ground
All alone, close to people who knew she was there
They didn’t have the money to take her to a vet
So… all the little puppy could do… was to die
To get out of the way, because she was sick
Unsightly… who wanted a puppy with sores on her little body
No one could touch her for the fluids
That oozed, flowed out of her skin
So, let that little puppy die… no one hears it as it cries
The woman was aware that the puppy was alive
When she thought at first it was dead
She’d shed many tears over the puppy when it got gone
The puppy appeared to her for a moment, was gone again
It prompted her to look for it, found it… she did
Laying on that cold, wet ground near the woods
Children played close by, not going near her
At one time, they used to play with her, but …not now
In their minds, she was already gone
If not, there was a shotgun in the puppy’s near future
The woman wasn’t strong enough to carry her
It’s strange what a person’s body will do to save a dying soul
To rescue it from more grief, suffering and pain
The woman never gave her body another thought
She reached down for that puppy, pulled it’s little wet body to hers
She struggled to get it to her home, the weight became great
From the little puppy’s body… it couldn’t help itself
The woman prayed to God to give her strength
To get the puppy home… she’d crawl if she had to
Tears fell down her face, she didn’t know she was crying
Once she entered the gate to her home
She sighed a breath of relief… the puppy was protected now
It was up to her now… to save this little soul
Who had known nothing but, a hard way of life
The woman talked to the puppy as she put her in a bed
The bed was soft, and constantly changed throughout each day
Every moment the woman made was with pain
She’d pulled a muscle to save the little puppy
She didn’t care, even though she moaned at times
The little puppy’s needs came first… then, her pain
Time went by, care from the vet
Paid for by Camie’s Angel who began it all
Paved the ways for other angels to follow her lead
Created a miracle in little Camie, the puppy’s life
With prayers, positive thoughts, and donations
Camie began to blossom like a rose… a Camie Rose
From all the medical care, and love she received
She began to play with her two new brothers, Kissy and Chadwick
Eat good foods, her new Mommy prepared for her
She was safe, loved, cared for now
Camie is in a good home
She has quite some time to go before she is completely well
She’s in good hands now… Skip and Gloria’s hands
Along with her vet, Dr. David Fontenot, and his staff
And… all her Facebook Friends who love, follow her
Camie’s life was hard, she had no soft place to lay
Now… softness is all around her … she only has to choose her spot
Her life is good, the way it should be
The sun shines on her now, kisses her warm
No longer does she lay on a cold, wet ground… dying


Watch Camie... Blossom Into... Camie Rose



Watch Camie... Blossom Into... Camie Rose
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee
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I haven't written lately about Camie, the little puppy I rescued on July 4th. I do write, post photos of her every day... or night on her Facebook page.
I invite you to come, be friends with her. Watch her progress as she travels the path of wellness. Camie has been very sick. Her body has been open ... her skin oozing blood, clear fluids.
She was like this when I found her dying on the cold, wet ground. Her medical condition was complicated by being left dying on that ground, in the rain... not able to eat, drink.
A lot of you remember the anguish I suffered when I missed seeing her come for her breakfast... supper. She didn't come anymore to run up and down the fence playing with our PupsKissy and Chadwick.
For three days, I was under the impression she had died. I had spoken to a child who said she was almost dead. If she didn't die, a shotgun would be brought home.....
No one will ever know the tears I cried over here. No one will ever know the shock, surprise when I saw her appear that day... when I went looking for her. I had no idea she was alive... but, when my eyes saw her... I didn't waste a minute to find her.
I did find her, brought her home. Many people have donated money to her vet to give her medical care. One of our friends in another country... sent a large amount of money at the beginning to get Camie medical care. That started it all... Camie gets her medical care now, thanks to everyone who continuously donates to her vet.
If you care to donate... you are welcome to help. We wouldn't have been able to afford the medical care she is receiving, will receive at least for the next 4 months to get her back to where she needs to be.
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Her veterinarian is:
Dr. David Fontenot
115 N. Church Street
Louisburg, NC 27549
919-496-2638
Website: louisburgvet.com
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If anyone would like to donate, just call or write to the veterinarian. You can donate online at this link:
http://www.gofundme.com/3pqq10 Precious Camo (Camie)
Also, if you want to follow her progress; journey back to wellness... be a friend on her Facebook at:
https://facebook.com/camocameobates
You don't have to donate money to be her friend. Do that only if you would like to. A lot of people ask for info on how to donate... this is how. :))) If it weren't for Camie's Angel, and these people... we wouldn't have been able to get Camie the medical attention . Thank-you. Positive thoughts, prayers mean so much... I hope you will send them whenever you see Camie's name... this is how miracles happen.
Everyday (or at nights) there are photos of her, her new brothers. You can read, and watch how she becomes beautiful. I've never seen her with her full coat of hair.
So... like you, I am excited to watch Camie become 'Camie Rose'... blossom like a rose.
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Note: I have begun writing a book about Camie named... 'Camie's Angel'.


I Hate You! I Love You! Damn You!





Hate You! I Love You! Damn You!
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee
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Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

Damn that Sprint service! What does Extended Service and one bar mean? She became only angrier as she tried to call her husband. Damn that Sprint service!
Any time, but times like this... she loved Sprint. The area she lived in doesn't have good coverage... she was fortunate to have what she did. So, she had a love/hate relationship with Sprint!
'What did you say? Can you speak louder? Damn that phone service!' I can't hear you, now. It looks like my phone is saying 'Extended Service, and has 2 bars by it'. Mmmmm-mmm, I'm not sure what it means! Damn it! There it goes again!
What? What did you say? The line was full of static... his voice was garbled... she reached her breaking point. She ran to the front door, slammed it open... threw open the storm door!
Out into the yard she went... threw herself down on the lush, green grass! Damn that Sprint phone, damn that sprint service... no matter how much I appreciate it! I'm so damn fortunate to have service in 'this' location, but... damn, damm, damn! I hate you, Sprint! I really love you, Sprint!
I'm going to kick your ass! She kicked the air hoping she was finding Sprint waves to kick. She lay there kicking, screaming... oh, this was a mad woman. She was ready to fight ... she was a hornet ready to sting someone, make them yell!
This was the 'straw that broke the camel's back'. She was mad enough to fight a bear! She lay on her back... an older lady who had turned into a little girl again... kicking both feet in the air, beating the air with both fists.
Damn you, Sprint! Arg-gggggggggg! She foamed at the mouth, her eyes blazed with anger. "I hate you! I hate you!" she screamed as she roll all around in the grass. She never felt the cactus needle that stuck her in the.... "I hate you!" Cars passed by, slowed down to watch the show...
The woman got up slowly, composed herself... looked like a gracious, older lady once again. No longer a 'little girl', the woman smiled at the cars that had stopped to gape. She nodded her head at them, she nodded to the right... nodded to the left...gave them a little smile... calmly walked into the house.... closed the door.

Friday, August 9, 2013

My House Is In Order...


My House Is In Order...
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee








I've taken care of everything needed to be done.  I can relax now, because my mind is clear.  It's time....

I have finally reached a point once again... where I am excited to write on my books.  I have two books I'm presently working on..... 'The Saga Of Victoria Fairchild'.... and 'Camie's Angel'.  I am beginning a 3rd book to work on in the meantime... a children's coloring book with my drawings.  

Camie's Angel is the book I want to finish, publish first.  It's a true story about the little puppy I rescued.  A special friend in another country took interest in her, cared about her... began the account at Camie's vet, with a large sum of money.  This special friend renamed her from Camo... to Camie.

I'm really ready to write!  I'm excited now!  Tomorrow, I will begin fresh... I have everything ready.  :)))

The Saga of Victoria Fairchild is the fiction story I'm writing.  Victoria Fairchild is my main character.  This is book two... book one was a 62 page introductory to Victoria Fairchild.  This is the scary book I could never find... I want this book to be 'very scary', tense.

At the moment... Victoria is in the power of the serial killer she hunted long, hard for.  How will she get away from him... does she want to get away from him... he's very handsome, always wears expensive cologne; he speaks well, not only that... he's very sophisticated.  

He uses up homeless people... discards them like a rumpled up piece of newspaper.  Victoria got away from him once... but, will she get away this time?  

Victoria has secret lives... she has a closet for each.  The second closet holds all her 'homeless possessions' to use when she goes to the homeless world.  Victoria loves homeless people, animals... woe be into the one who mistreats either... and let Victoria find it out.  

Victoria believes in an eye for an eye; tooth for a tooth.  She believes if someone mistreats a helpless, weak person or animal... they should suffer the same fate.  

She likes to help dish that medicine out with a soft smile, soft voice.  Victoria is a unique person, with talents unlike the average woman.  Just don't let her get mad at you... you will ... go to hell.  She gives you three chances... she's very nice all the while.

My coloring book is something I, also, look forward to doing.  It will have my drawings in it... my 'doodles' that I think adults, as well as children will enjoy.  You can 'see into' my doodles... see what I'm thinking about.  :)))  My coloring book will be... different.

So, now... I will get a good night's rest, be ready to begin on all tomorrow with excitement in my heart.  I can look around me, see all in place, clean, organized... that makes me happy.

There's no way I could have enjoyed doing this until...  my house was in order.



Thursday, August 8, 2013

A Part Of Granny Gee... A Very Real Part Of Me Is Gone








A Part Of Granny Gee... A Very Real Part Of Me Is Gone
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny gee


I felt the need to put these photos here... three faces... mother, son, grandson.  I wanted one place
to put them so, I could look at them in one place.
















I Found Myself Crying...And I Didn't Know It



I Found Myself Crying... And I Didn't Know It
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

Artwork by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee


I was just sitting here... living.  Breathing... in a trance... thinking about how thankful I am to find out that my brother is okay.  Just sitting here... living.  Doing what we do when we forget that we are doing other things like writing, cleaning, driving, and such.


Artwork by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee


Just living... thinking about everything, not aware that I'm doing it.  I'm 'just me'... not doing anymore than... being.  From the time I learned from someone that my brother had a stroke... I have been emotional.  My thoughts turned.. inward.

I forgot about doing things, what I was doing... I became thought, itself.


Artwork by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee


Dying... I thought about death.  Tommy died... my only child is gone.  There's no other child to come to see me, to hug me, say ... 'I love you, Mom'.  No one....

I thought how much I loved my little brother.  No matter that I am older... one might say 'senior citizen'.  I'm not saying 'that'.... No matter how old I ever get... he'll be my little brother... my youngest brother.


Artwork by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee


No one knows who he is.  No one knows I had a 'family'.  No one ever really knew where I came from through the years.  I thought about the shock, surprise when I came to live with my mother as a teenager.

People would exclaim, "Earlene, I never knew you had a daughter!  She's beautiful like you"!  The 'never-knowing' made an impression on me... no one knew 'my mama ...was my mama'.  Did she ever speak of me?

Artwork by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee


On both sides of my 'family'... no one knew my mother... or my father... had a daughter.  I wonder 'why'?  I really wonder 'why'.  Was I a secret?  Why would I be... my parents were married... did they try to pretend 'I wasn't there'... when I didn't live with one or the other?

As a thought... I go on to other things to think about... I'm a thought... so, I'm not aware of doing that.  I am doing as a thought does... I think; I'm not conscious of thinking... I am 'thinking'.


Artwork by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee


I think about my cousins in Oregon, Arizona... cousins in North Carolina.  I think how... yes, I've come to terms with it now... I 'unfamilied' them.  Just one day... I let go of them.  Why?  I don't know 'why'... it's in me.  It was born in me... I am no better than anyone I speak of... I do it, too.  I wonder 'what it's called'.....

I feel sad... I did it... and like all decisions you, or I make... when we make them... we think we made a right one.  Life is like that... we lay in the beds we make... go on living.


Artwork by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee


It still doesn't stop the ... thinking.  I think about my mama, how I loved her so much.  Somehow... she didn't love me like I did her.  I think maybe my mother loved-hated me at the same time.  If she did, I understand.

I am a either 'love-hate' kind of person... love kind of person; hate kind of person.  Just take your choice... if it feels right... then... that's me.  Sometimes... like right now.. I'm thinking I don't like me.  Why?  I don't know... I am just a thought... I never thought about... liking a thought while... it's thinking.


Artwork by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee


Thinking thought... thought thinking.... a little spring bubbles with fresh, crystal-clear water; the sun shines down on it trying to warm it with its kisses... it can't... the little spring as it bubbles... has constant fresh-cold water... it bubbles, too.  The sunshine kisses don't have a chance... but... it can make the water ... have a magical glow.  Special...

I think about my father... the time I saw him before... seeing... him lying on that table.  His face was disfigured from the surgeries he had... cancer.  I wonder if he was smiling at me... even looking at his eyes, I couldn't tell.  I did see a gleam in them, but... it didn't tell me anything.  Did he look at me with love... or indifferently?


Artwork by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee


My brother, Rick-Rick... that was my brother.  I loved him with my heart.  He did everything I would never do... lived a life I could never live, yet... I dearly love him.  My brother, Rick-Rick... always came; he was 'always there'.  He loved me unconditionally... just as I loved him.  Damn... life is so sad.

As a thought thinking... I gradually begin to consciously 'feel myself as a person'... my face is wet.  Why?  I reach up, touch my face... tears are falling freely.


Artwork by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee


I'm full of regrets... I feel emotional.  I'm sad today.  I didn't know that... I didn't wake up thinking I would cry today.  I feel like a child... a hurting child.  Damn... I don't believe this.


Artwork by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee


I think I'm fighting to 'not feel anger'... I spoke to Skip a few minutes ago.  I told him, I couldn't believe I wasn't called, told about something so serious.

How can people be so callous, cold?  How can I say that?  Who am I to judge?  We have to be the way we are... that's all we know to be.  I don't hold it against them.


Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee... at the age she learned to say the word 'Damn'... earning the right to use it 'forever'... her mother washed her mouth out with Ivory Soap to wash that dirty word out... she missed it!  Gloria says it anytime she feels... like it.  It's 'her' word...


I'm not going to be angry... I'm not going to be mad.  Why would I be... they just forgot... to tell me.  These are thoughts in my mind as I became a thought... to think.  When I came back to reality... I found myself crying... I didn't know it.

Artwork by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

NOTE:  Drawing, writing are thoughts... these are thoughts at other times in the past... my thoughts.
Doodles, drawing, painting... my thoughts in the past.
Gloria Faye Brown Bates



This Is Yet Another... Dark Color... In My Life



This Is Yet Another ... Dark Color ... In My Life
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee




I was just told that my brother, David, is in the hospital in Chapel Hill... apparently, he had a stroke yesterday.  No one thought to call me.  I think they forgot to...

Below, is what I wrote... and it explains 'why' I'm putting it on my blogs.  I want them to read it...

Life isn't perfect for me... I'm not perfect.  Most of my life has been pain.  I don't let it dominate me... I forgive, go on living.  I don't 'just die' because... someone hates me, doesn't like me... or quits loving me.

Some times when I feel pain... it takes me forever to get past it... such as my son's death... Tommy's death.  I won't ever get over it, I can live with it, now.  I always hurt in my Heart... I never stop thinking of him.

But... when a mother loves, truly loves her child... isn't that ... normal?  Grief... is love.  I wouldn't grieve if I hadn't loved my child.  It means ... his life meant something ... to me.

Just because I have a dysfunctional 'family'... and when I say 'family', I always put parentheses around the word... it doesn't mean I hate them.  I love them... I hate them, too.  Yes... it's true.  I told you that... I'm not perfect.  I would be 'if I didn't have feelings'...

They've had their chance to be close to me through the years... no one ever bothered.  I still loved them.  Through the years I wished with my heart for just that... relationships would start... end as quickly.

My 'family' ever since I've 'known what family is'... always fought to find blood, hated each other, always suspicious of each other, only loved to get what they wanted from the other.  Once they did, the relationship ended.  I was different... I still loved at the same time... I hated.

Hate, anger ... were my biggest lessons to learn as a child.  I learned them well... I have always been the most 'angry person' in this world... but, I didn't let people see it.  I kept on smiling... as I coped with it, put the anger... pain in its own place... so, I could live.  When younger... I had a 'chip on my shoulder'.  I got rid of that many years ago.

I learned that when people... and me... do things, make decisions... we do that from what's in our mind... be it either wrong, or right.  Who am I to say someone made the wrong decision... when in their mind... they thought they were right?

Same way, with me.  It's always easy to call 'you made the wrong decision... after seeing the results' from the decision made.  So... with 'family'... we are all right, we are all wrong... who knows?  We all think 'we are right'...

Strange thing with me... I wish I was like the 'rest of my family' in this respect... I can't be.  'Why' did I have to have a heart, why?  Why do I find in my heart to be able to let go, forgive?  Why?  Sometimes, I wish I didn't... and just continued to hate the rest of my life... it would be less pain.  I am sure it would be.

It's like that 'damn' (yep, I said 'damn'!).... swimming pool that wasn't meant to be this summer.  When I opened the plug at the bottom to let the water continuously flow... that's the way I am with 'hate, anger' in my life, now.  I 'let it all keep flowing on out of me'.

I know you wonder 'how can she do that... especially when some people have done some of 'the worst things' to me, my body... from a little girl... up.  I wish I could answer that... that's 'where I've always been different'... in my 'family.

As a young person, I was like them... I could harbor all that hate, anger .... I was the mirror of hate, anger... when you looked at me... you didn't want to bother me.  I had been mistreated so much... that I mirrored it with my hate, anger.  I 'was hate, anger'... anyone who got near me... was burned by it.

Anyone who neared me... regretted it.  If I had been a rattlesnake... I was the one who would bite.  Anger, hatred dominated my life in my early years... as the years went by... I began to change.  I began to watch, listen, compare, think, read... I began to understand about how important it was to get all that out of me.

Of course... I'm not perfect.  I believe in God, good things... doing good to others, animals... being the best I can be; learn from my mistakes.  God knows I have made plenty of mistakes... been on the wrong paths in life ...seduced by money, glamour, beautiful and shiny things, beautiful people... why... as a young person I wanted 'all that'.

I look back at how naive I was... how it taught me some of the hardest lessons I ever learned... lessons that shook me to the core.  Lessons that I would have never wanted to learn... lessons that don't define the person I am today.  Anger, hatred were my fuel as 'others led the way'... I followed them... to hell.

Have you ever tried to force... a square object into a round hole?  You keep trying to mold it, shape it to fit.... and 'be damn'... it won't fit no matter which way you try?

I was the 'square object'... I 'didn't ever belong'... I 'couldn't find in myself' what I needed to be 'bad', truly 'bad'.  'I wasn't ever tough enough'; ruthless enough.

I'm not a mean person... yet... I can be when it comes to defending my person, my loved ones... animals.  But... I'm not tough enough to do 'bad things'... does it even make sense?  There 'are different shades of bad'.

Loving, caring, giving are the secrets to life... this is what I believe.  I don't go to church, I don't let others tell me that 'I had better go to church, because I'm going to surely go to hell'.

Why?  Because... for a lot of reasons.  How do they know?  Why is their life so bad... am I supposed to 'not see, know' about them as they try to preach to me?  Another thing... who is anyone to tell me that my religion is wrong?  How can they be sure... theirs is?

When I feel good inside... in my heart... I 'know' I'm doing right.  If I begin to doubt, feel bad... I re-examine decisions, thoughts, my actions, my words... if I feel I did wrong... I hurry as fast as I can to make it right.

Now... I'm sure there are times 'I haven't hurried to make something right'... because maybe... I didn't see what I did ... wrong.  See... that's why I'm never... perfect.  I know this... guess what?  I know you, anyone else... isn't either.

We all try to do the best we can... when we are good people.  If we are bad... then... I'm sure we try to do all the bad we can in a day's time... right?  You know... make someone else pay for the unhappiness in our minds... kill, maim them... hurt them good because we are pissed off at life.

Take the food away from a starving person... kick the prosthetic leg away from the person who only has one leg... laugh while he falls...  kick a dog while it's cornered.

Give an old lady a chair... as soon as she goes to sit down... jerk it away from beneath her ass.  Laugh like a banshee... because she falls all over the ground.  That's life!  Oh, how fun it is. Who else can I do ... today?

Here comes someone on a wheelchair... turn it over, dump the passenger out... you need the wheelchair more than he does... sit in it, watch him crawl to get back into it.  Kick his hands... the poor, old b_____ doesn't need his wheelchair.

One more thing... I think about... the old people being made into crackers... one day!  That's mean... to make old people into crackers, don't you think?  I think that's a bad thing... though, at the moment... it has made me grin.  Not only has it made me grin... I feel better now.

Anyway... bad people like to hurt, make fun of others, take advantage of the weak, sick, helpless.

You know... make sure they make someone's life 'hell' each day they live.  That's their goal.  I've been the victim of all those things... only I wasn't... killed.  I lived...  I found that 'I don't have it in me' to do things... like that.

My 'family' always wanted something from the other... as soon as it was obtained... The End.  No expanation... but... if this is the way one grows up... it's understandable.  Now... it no longer is something that hurts, bothers me... it is the way it is... that's the way life is ... sometimes.  I can't change it... I can accept it, go on.  I do.

I have to say this... this isn't pointed at most 'family' today... most of these family members are already been long gone.  In fact, 'family' today... didn't ever 'know all my family... they never knew my daddy's side of the family... 'hell', no one knew where I come from.  And my parents... were married.

No one, but... a very few... can take anything I've said... personal.  If you do... then, it's something you have to cope with, come to peace with inside.  If you hurt me through the years... I forgave you a long time ago, many years ago.  I love, I don't hate you.

I don't even want to hate... anyone.  I can get mad, pissed off, angry... but, give me time... it 'gets all gone' in time.  I don't hold things against anyone... I don't forget, but... I do forgive.

I do have to say this... it's that '3rd time' one does something to me... 'that's when hell breaks loose'.  :)))  I forget about everything, because 'then'... I focus on the person who would do something bad to me... for the 3rd time.  The first two times... it's not okay... but, I watch, listen... wait.

I didn't have a choice as you'll read below, to send my message... on how to send this message that is private... but, now... so, public.  I said I don't feel anger... I lied.  I do feel just a little... it's only the pain hurting inside my heart.  No one cared to tell me... I love my brother.  He knows it.

I'm sending my message now, on my blogs, my media.  I respect whatever reason they have for not telling me anything... let me find out 'just any old way'... in their minds, they are justified.  I understand when I make decisions to do, not to do... I have my own reasons for it.  Even if not right... at the time I made a decision... it is right.

They keep up with me on all my writings... my 'family'.  They've just caused me grief, pain of 'not knowing' anything.  I write about my life, the colors in it.  This is... yet... another dark color... in it.

If I've made the wrong decision to send my message this way... then, I did.  It won't be my first, nor my last 'wrong' decision.  Not only that... this is a 'color of my life'... it affected me in a very real way... not a good way at all.  I'll write about it all I want to.

It is what it is... and life is/will be like this sometimes.  I accept what I can't change.  I love you, my brother... David.  That ... your family can't take away.  I send my thoughts, prayers your way for you to be well.


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I would like to ask all my Friends to send positive thoughts, prayers to my brother, David.  I just learned from someone that he has had a stroke.  No one thought to tell me... and they are all as close as this group they joined some time ago to keep up with me.

I am very sad that you would choose not to tell me about my brother.  I love him very much... you all know 'why' I never come around you... when we did... no one was glad to see us.  And... when I was dying... no one came... no one came at all in my family excepting my brother, Ricky.... my aunt Frankie.

All I have in my mind is when I had just made it... finally come home... sitting on the front porch where Skip led me.... seeing you all drive by ...happily waving your hands.  I 'waited for you to come back'... you'll never know the pain you caused as I realized no one was coming back... no one cared about me like I did them.  That's what I grew up with....

I am not angry at you three... for this.  I've never talked bad about you like everyone else did in the past... I always took up for you.  I loved you.  I respect your reasons for not telling me... I always have a reason when I do nothing... and whether anyone understands or not... in my mind until I feel differently... I'm right.

I never held against you, nor hated you when you didn't care when I was dying... no one came when I was diagnosed with cancer... no one cared.  I never hated anyone for that... I understood.  The 'family' I was dealt with in my lifetime... is like that... I accepted that.  I loved you always... it was okay.  I just don't ... forget... but, I love you all.

I respect whatever is inside you to treat me this way... I'm not perfect... so, who am I to say anything?  I hope one day you'll see that the one person who always loved you, and your dad, your husband was me.  I always loved you.

This all began last year when one of you asked me 'why?' I never came to see you through the years... we did... no one cared about seeing us.  The times we got you guys to help us... we paid you more than some of our friends... when they would have done it for free.  We 'wanted you'... young guys like to make money.  You sure didn't have to do much for it.  That's what love is about...

No matter what... I love you.  I'm saddened you couldn't tell me about my brother.

You can leave my group at anytime... you follow, think I don't know it.  Why would you do that... and take me off your Facebooks?  I hope you all will leave my group... I will be checking.  I would be lying if I said that I don't feel something... I do feel love with 'whatever something' is.  I'll be checking later today, hope to see you gone.  You are no longer welcome here.  You know who you are... you are reading this... at this very minute.

To all my followers here... this is a private/public message... I would write it in private message to these family members... they have me blocked.  I apologize for doing this... this way.  This is the only choice I had.  If you get upset at me for it... then... I respect that, too.

Sometimes.... life is really like this.  Pain... more pain.  I hurt inside so much at this very moment... I don't even know how my brother is doing.  I love him very much... no matter how I'm treated.... I love my brother... it won't change.  Hate as much as you want to... I love my brother, David.

So.... if any of you want to stop following me because of this... I understand, I accept... respect your decision.  I've always been myself... and I sure 'ain't' perfect.  I've never claimed to be... I just write about the pain in my life... this is only 'more'.

Love, Gloria /aka Granny Gee

PS ... I will be checking this evening... if you aren't out of my group... I will take you off.  I love you... but, go read about what I write on the numerous other places you can see me... if you want to keep up with me.


Monday, August 5, 2013

LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT... MY GRANDSON, TABAN...




LET ME INTRODUCE YOU TO ... MY GRANDSON, TABAN...
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee






Have you ever wondered 'why' the name 'Granny Gee'?  I know some of you already know 'why'.
Tommy named me that just before he died... the name became very special to me.  The reason he named me 'Granny Gee' is in the photo below.  A photo of ... my little, precious grandson who looks just like his daddy.

I have sat here looking at this photo... how handsome you are, Taban!  How much you look like the little boy I used to have... the little boy who grew up... to be your daddy.  He would be so proud of you... I am so proud of you.

You are taking martial arts, that makes me proud.  It'll teach you to discipline yourself.... be 'cool as a cucumber' in all kinds of situations.  People will look up to you as you grow into a confident, strong young man... they will listen when you speak.

I feel such love in my very Heart, tears in my eyes looking at this photo Taban's mother sent to me.  She sends me photos of him, and I'm always amazed.  Taban loves to dress up in costumes like on movies... why does 'actor' come to my mind?

He has a very outgoing personality, and can carry on a conversation with the best of them.  My little grandson is a big boy... I'm so proud of you.

Below are photos of a very loved child... I introduce to all my Friends, Followers... my Grandson, Taban. You will be seeing more of his photos... his mother said it was okay.  Thank-you, Angie.  I love you... and Taban.











PHOTOS OF A RESCUED PUPPY NAMED CAMIE... (PRECIOUS CAMO)





PHOTOS OF A RESCUED PUPPY NAMED CAMIE...  (PRECIOUS CAMO)
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee



Below, you will see a little puppy snatched out of the arms of Death, as she lay dying on the cold, wet ground.  The ground had begun claiming her little body... maggots fell off as she was lifted into arms that held onto her... arms that meant to save, rescue her.

From that moment on... the struggle began to save a little puppy named Camo.  Her new Mommy cheated Death....  'No, you can't have her, I won't let her die here all alone, suffering, crying for someone to care'!

From that moment, magic happened.  Camo became 'Camie'... renamed by her angel.  Her angel who was her new Mommy's friend in another country.  Someone who'd been 'there' for her Mommy, when her son, Tommy... died.

Her new Mommy began giving her medicines, treatments paid for by Camie's Angel... her angel who looked after her from another country.

Once Camie's new Mommy's friends began finding out that she'd rescued a little baby puppy from Death's arms... they also, began to send money to Camie's vet ... to keep money going to be able to give Camie long-term care.  To afford the surgery needed to keep her from having puppies.  To afford the vaccinations she'll need once she is well enough to get them.

Camie's new Mommy (me!) started Camie her own Facebook page where anyone can come to visit.... Precious Camo.  The Facebook link is:

https://facebook.com/camocameobates

Here, you can follow Camie's journey from dying... to each day on her journey back to wellness.  She has a long ways to go... but, her Mommy will do her part, as her friends help her with Camie's medical care.

Thank-you, Camie's Angel (this is the title of the new book I'm writing at this very moment... it will be published before I finish my other books)....  Thank-you, everyone who followed behind her to help us with money we don't have... for Camie's medical care.  Thank-you in advance for money you donate.

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You can donate to Camie's medical care by sending money directly to her vet at:

Louisburg Veterinary Clinic
115 N. Church Street
Louisburg, NC  27549

919-496-2638

Website:  http://www.louisburgvet.com/

Dr. David Fontenot

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If you donate by calling, sending to Louisburg Veterinary Clinic... let everyone know if you'd like.... by posting on Camie's (Precious Camo) Facebook page:  https://facebook.com/camocameobates  Thank-you all, it means the world to me.

Come, be her friend... watch her now... become only more beautiful as her hair comes back.... come, watch this little puppy become 'herself'... like neither you, nor I... have ever seen, known.  None of us knows 'how she looks when she is healthy, well'!  I'm excited!  I will see just like you do!