Fly, Dragonfly... Fly

Fly,  Dragonfly... Fly



By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee



I stood there watching the little girl
as she smiled brightly, skipped along her way



I saw her tilt her pretty little head of curls
to look down at a dragonfly that sat perched on a flower



Fly little dragonfly, fly
I heard her little girl voice say



I want to fly with you but, I can only skip and jump
I can't go up in the air like you can



Her face glowed with happiness as it soared off into the air
her eyes twinkled with sunshine lights as she watched



She began to wave her little arms, for a moment I
thought she would fly

up into the sky with that little dragonfly



No, she didn't fly, but... if she could have
this little girl would have soared with her very heart



With that dragonfly to wherever it went
saying... fly, dragonfly... fly!

Note To My Readers... From Granny Gee/Gloria

My internet connectivity isn't possible now, hasn't been since yesterday.  I've contacted my internet provider and was told it could take up to 48 hours to fix.

I will be back here just as soon as possible.  I've missed writing and look forward to being 'normal' again.

Love, Granny Gee/Gloria :))))))))

I Wish We Could Play Now... With Our Paints Of Happy Colors!

I Wish We Could Play Now... With Our Paints Of Happy Colors!

By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

Two little girls playing in a makeshift playhouse.  One little girl is very thin, pretty.  Her hair has been plaited.  The other little girl is a little chubby, pretty girl.  Her hair is curly.

"Let's make pies!"  the little girl with the plaited hair said.  She was the oldest, what she said usually was done.  The little chubby girl named Faye, was agreeable.  She was agreeable to most things.  She was happy to have someone play with her.

Faye, and the little slender girl, first cousins loved each other very much as children.  Time to time they would have a fuss, but, usually all would be alright again.

They tired of playing in the playhouse making pies.  They walked around in Grandma Alma and George's yard trying to think of what to do next.

The grapevine!  They ran to the grapevine, crawled beneath the vines and sat in the middle where it was clear.  They could see out but, no one could really see in.

Faye, and her cousin sat there talking about all their secrets, their fears, life.  Their dreams of what they wanted when they... grew up.

They had been placed at Grandma Alma and George's like all the children were when 'thrown away'.  We were thrown to hell where Grandma Alma, George lived.  Grandma Alma, George were 'angels' trapped in hell.

Faye didn't want her to go away.  She fear afraid inside.  Her little brother, Billy, had been taken away from her.  She wasn't old enough to know what 'Wisconsin' was, 'why' he was gone.  'Why' their daddy had become ...his daddy now.  She had no daddy no more...... she did know that her life was no longer the same.

She was in hell, though at the time she didn't know it was called that.  Mean, bad things went on here.... just out of sight of Grandma Alma and George's eyes (though George was blind).....

There was real fear in her mind.  They had heard the grownups talk... her cousin, and her siblings were going to be leaving... where to, she didn't know.

That was the last time Faye remembered sitting down to talk to her cousin.... under the grapevine, where they shared all their secrets, trusting and loving one another with their very hearts.

They wanted always to play with each other... but, soon she was gone.  No one thought Faye important enough to explain what had happened, 'why' her cousin was gone.  Through the years, this was another person Faye cried silently in her heart for.  Pain... Faye knew pain very well for a child.

In today's time.... 'Faye' and her first cousin talk by phone now.  Both of them do artwork.  Painting, drawing .... playing in colors... happy colors.  They have said they wished they could play again, play long as they wanted to... play in their paints of happy colors.... always.

As much as they wish to... it isn't possible.  Faye lives on the east coast, while Linda lives on the west coast.  Through time, they've been separated by distance.... but, Faye never forgot the time when they wanted to play together.... and still wishes now, that she could.  She never knew that her cousin grew up to share her love for drawing, painting... happy colors.

Oh, how Faye wishes she could play with her cousin 'now'.... with their paints of happy colors!  :)))


Link to my story on Authors.com: 
http://www.authors.com/profiles/blogs/paints-of-happy-colors

Mystery Solved...

Mystery Solved...

By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

I woke up during the night, I looked up to the ceiling.  The room seemed full of light.  I was looking at the moon!  I was seeing the sky!  I was seeing ...stars!

I laid there watching until I fell back to sleep.  For years I had this dream... it seemed so real.  The sky was full of stars, and the moon bright.  It always was one of the most vivid dreams I've ever had.  Everything was so real.

I could see my cousins all asleep around me.  I had spent the night with them.  We were all children, we all slept any old way in the big beds.

Through the years I have thought about this dream, how real it was.  I have replayed it back through my mind.

Not so long ago, I was talking to someone who began talking about the sky, about sleeping under the sky at night while the rooms were being built onto the house at my cousins!

I instantly began telling about my dream to them.  They began laughing at me... "why, Gloria, that won't no dream, that really happened!"  I did stand there with my mouth opened... in amazement.

I began laughing also, and was so happy to have solved a many-years mystery in my mind.  I never could understand 'why' that dream was so ...real.  Now, I know.

Thank-you for solving something that has puzzled me.  I sure enjoyed talking to you that Saturday when we stopped at a yard sale.  You'll know who you are when I give this hint........ "sh-hhhhhhhhhhhhhh, not so loud."
:))))))))))

Welcome Fall Time, I've Been Waiting For You...

Welcome Fall Time, I've Been Waiting For You...

By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

I walk outside to feel the beautiful Fall day
Oh my, how cool it is!
I watch the leaves fall as raindrops land on them

Yellow, red, green, brown leaves flutter to the ground
Making a beautiful, colorful carpet
For my feet to walk on, my eyes to enjoy

Colors of Fall time, happy colors for me
Warm colors that I feel inside to warm my soul
Fall time is here, I'm so happy to see it come

This is just the beginning, there's lots more to come
Welcome Fall time, welcome from me
I've been waiting months for you to come!

Link to Authors.com... where I wrote a post this morning:
http://www.authors.com/profiles/blogs/i-ve-been-waiting-for-you-all-summer

Wandering Through The Halls Of My Mind...

Wandering Through The Halls Of My Mind...

By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

I stop at a door, open it just a little... listen before I step inside.  I'm not sure I want to enter this door.

Tommy was sitting cross-legged on the deck with his chin in both hands, listening.  Listening to me, his young mother reading to him from his story book.

I don't want to think about this memory... something happened before I sat down to read to him... something that scared me.  I sat down to read to him to keep my sanity.

I was a young girl, left alone in the countryside too many times... I had been used to living in town, being around people.  My little son kept me strong... I would protect him with my life.  I was afraid... but, I would fight and win ... to protect my child.

Sometime at nights where I lived with my little son... there would be noises outside... I would run to the gun, keep it by my side.  I knew how to use it as a young girl, I loved to target practice.  I know sometimes... someone was outside.

Fourteen miles from any town... a young girl sat many nights afraid, alone excepting for her young son.  Sometimes, men tried to say things, make passes at her when she was out and about.  She worried sometimes, if someone like that was... out there. I, being that young girl, knew that men came on the pretense to see my husband... always when he was gone.

No, it's time to move out of this room.  I don't like to think about those things.  I wonder if I'll find a much happier memory to think about......

I roam through the halls of my mind, thinking I want to remember something.  I open, close the doors along the way... I don't want to remember.  I don't want to remember anything at all... I thought I did.

I'm thinking all the while.  I'm worried for Skip, he still isn't feeling well at all.  I stay close to him so, that every moment I know if I need to take him to the hospital, or to call 911.  He has to wait until Tuesday to get tests done on his heart.  Only then, can the medicine another doctor gave him... be changed.

The medicine isn't what he should have been taking all this time.  I'm so glad at least he got to stop taking the fluid (diuretic) pill he's been taking two years unnecessarily.

While I worry about Skip... Tommy is in the back of my mind.  My mind is trying to wander into the past, into the halls.... to make me remember.  I don't think I want to.  I am on guard, I really don't want to let my mind think... not this evening.  I'm too weary.

Worry, weary... I don't feel like I have the strength to do more than sit here, write.  Truthfully, I'm too drained to write tonight.

No, I don't feel I want to be wandering the halls of my mind tonight.

Here's a link to my story on Authors.com..... 'Time After Time'... http://www.authors.com/profiles/blogs/time-after-time?xg_source=activity

That Big, Dark Cloud Of Impending Doom...

That Big, Dark Cloud Of Impending Doom...

By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

I have to tell you all something.  I know you've noticed that recently I've spoken alot about ... death, dying.

I've told you about going through this thing about what I was feeling inside.... being afraid to die.  Everything has been 'death'.  I told you about the big, dark cloud that seemed to be over me.

What I did... and didn't tell you was... I've been so afraid for Skip.  It seems that I 'did have everything to worry about'.

Skip saw a cardiologist yesterday... thank God.  He found out that he's been taking medicine that's not right for him... this medicine was given thirty years ago to 'end renal failure' patients...................

That's not all.... (inside I am crying for how Skip has suffered... I feel shaky thinking how close he came to........ )..... that's not all... the same doctor gave him a fluid pill to take daily.....................................

The cardiologist went through Skip's medicines.... Skip took them so, they 'all could be seen' by the doctor.  If you could have watched the cardiologist's face like I did........... you'd seen him begin shaking his head saying "this is the worst medicine, you don't need to be taking this!"

The fluid pill was depleting Skip of his potassium, electrolytes.... Skip has been suffering for many months, in this hot weather... I 'knew' something was wrong.  But... I'm not the doctor.  I 'can advise'.... but, I am not a doctor.  You know how we all get these feelings... but, we might be listened to... BUT... we are not doctors.

It seems that the medicine he took previously wasn't a good medicine for him either... it shouldn't have been given to him because he was over fifty years old.  It 'seems alot of things'.......

This has been more than upsetting to me... I've been watching Skip suffer, go through each day with his pulse too low, dizzy, and not feeling well.  He forced himself to stay strong.... how did he do it.  Just like he did years ago... when he was losing so much blood... when I was deathly sick.

He put me first... how he didn't die then... amazed his doctors.  (How he didn't die now, because of the doctor who gave him these medicines................................................... is amazing.  His pulse came down to 29!  It was staying around 37...........................  )

That was when he was diagnosed with colon cancer... I was too sick to be aware of what was happening to Skip.  He worked at a company where he was their transportation fleet manager... once in a while when a driver would be out... he'd drive their truck out of state to deliver for them.  He was in Maryland the day, night before his surgery......

They had to give him so much blood.... the surgeon couldn't believe he'd functioned like he had for so long .... losing most all his blood.  He couldn't believe Skip hadn't had a heart attack while driving.

Skip's oncologist was so shocked when she was told of what Skip had endured before his surgery.

I had been diagnosed, was being treated for non-Hodgkins lymphoma... cancer, to save my life.  Skip meant for me to live.... he worked hard, he was with me at every chemotherapy treatment I ever had.... I went through this twice in two years... I didn't stay in remission long.

Skip was so sick... dying at the same time I was so sick... dying.  He worked every day... he'd drive to get me, go to all the many tests, treatments I was scheduled for.  No one was there for us.... no one.

I had made Skip promise not to tell Tommy.... he was in Germany.  Just before I couldn't talk anymore, I remember whispering to him 'Skip, promise me you won't tell Tommy, promise me!'

I was so afraid if Tommy found out his mama was sick.... nothing would hold him back getting across that ocean to me... I was afraid something bad would happen to him.

Tommy loved his mama.  Tommy's mama loved him.  They 'would have walked through hell for the other'.... they would have crawled if it took that to get to the other.

'Now'... to the present.  I know 'why' it has happened, and I know that alot of people are being prescribed medicines that aren't good for them.

Guess what?  I was a victim, too.... just before Tommy died.  I went to a doctor in a local town close by.  I was having allergies... coughing, sneezing, my eyes watering, red.

This doctor did the allergy tests on me... I do have alot of allergies to various things.  Not only that..........

The doctor sat there looking me straight in my eyes and said, "you have asthma"...............................  I looked back at him, repeated his words.  He said, "oh yes, you have asthma".  Strange enough, I didn't believe him.... but, I went against my feeling ... took the medicine thinking it would really help me breathe better..........

He gave me samples of medicine to inhale... and gave me prescriptions.  I took it over a period of weeks ... I was becoming progressively more short of breath, and panicking because I couldn't breathe well.

Skip took me to the hospital emergency room where we told them about the medicine I was taking.  Skip told the ER physician that I was diagnosed with asthma, showed him the medicine.  In the meantime.... the ER physician called my cardiologist... as I didn't have a primary doctor.

My cardiologist came to the hospital wanting to know what was going on.  He couldn't believe I'd been diagnosed with asthma, taking that medicine.  He admitted me.... I couldn't breathe well, I was panicking, really... in bad shape.

Once admitted, I was tested with this huge machine that was very sophisticated... it took quite some time to do all I was told to do.  I didn't have any evidence of .......... asthma.

It took a week before I began to be myself again... I had gotten in bad shape....

It seems there are doctors who want, need more patients sometimes.... need I go on?  No matter what profession people are in... it's like a basket of beautiful, red apples..... there are going to be some 'bad' apples.

I could go on, and on here about some doctors I've known, but... I won't.    I will say this much.... always question... research on the computer about medicines... if something doesn't feel right... or you feel ill effects from medicines... get a second opinion.

Just because a person 'fixes cars for a living... doesn't mean he is a good mechanic' every time.  Sometimes, we have to take a car to another mechanic to get it fixed...... right.  It's the same way in everything in life.

Skip... I have been so worried about him.  'Now'... I know all my feelings were right.  'Now'.... I know I had a right to be scared that something was going to happen to him.

Now.. I know that big, dark cloud of impending doom ... was real, was looming close by.  I know more than I've written here.

I also, know like us.... millions of people don't have insurance... sometimes, that made a difference in the care we get/got.  The truth is the truth.....

It seems this morning that big, old dark cloud of impending doom.... is moving away from here!  :)))

You Rascal!

You Rascal!

By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

I saw sparkling colors... lights that were happy colors!  You know my attention goes straight to colors... I do follow colors.  I have to be very careful where they lead me!

My mind couldn't place 'why' these happy colors were here in an unlikely place.  Why... would they be in Kissy's mouth?  Kissy, is our Rottweiler who will be 2 years old on November 2nd.

Kissy was one year old when this happened.  He ran to the next room... I was in the bedroom when I first saw the colors.  I went on to forget about the happy colors thinking it was my imagination.  I should have known better!

Once in a while, I thought about the colors in Kissy's mouth... wondered if I really saw something or thought I saw something.  He had pranced out the pet door to go play with Chadwick, our special-mix Pup, who was 4 years old.

I went on to forget about it once again.... until I decided to call someone.  I went to look for my beautiful cellphone.  I was especially proud of it, Skip had just bought it for me.  It was expensive ($300.00), so, I knew I was going to take very good care of it!  Yes... I would take very good care of my beautiful cellphone!

I felt for it, it wasn't in the case that was clipped to my side!  I felt an over-whelming panic in my chest.  I ran to the bedroom, frantically began scanning all around for my beautiful cellphone!  I couldn't find it!

I felt weak... my beautiful cellphone... you know... the one Skip had just bought for me.... was gone!  How did it get out of my case?!!!

I ran to the living room, the kitchen... I looked at the pet door.  Uh oh!  The happy colors!  Oh no, the happy colors I thought I'd imagined!  I ran to the door and opened it.... I began calling Kissy!

I saw the colors again!  I knew I had to sweet-talk Kissy, to get my phone back.  It really was my cellphone.... no, it really was my new, beautiful cellphone that Skip paid alot to buy for me!  It was the cellphone that I had had for one day!  It was the cellphone I was going to 'protect with my life!'

It was the ... happy-colored cellphone in Kissy's mouth!  He came to me, I grabbed the cellphone.  It was wet... happy colors were on the cracked screen!  Only those colors didn't make me feel happy... I saw pink, red, lavender, green colors.  I love happy colors but, these weren't the colors I wanted to see.

"Oh, Kissy!"  I cried out, "how could you do this?"  I felt very upset as I walked back inside the house.  I sat down at the dining table with my beautiful cellphone... that had many happy colors on it... no longer was it pretty anymore.  It was wet, grimy... the screen cracked... teeth marks on the battery.  There was no hope for it.

I went several weeks before getting a new cellphone... I used a second-hand cellphone.  It was like driving an old car that had no shocks on it... all the best part had been 'used up'.  It was awful.

What was wonderful was that Skip bought me another beautiful cellphone .... just like the one Kissy got!  Kissy, you 'ate my cellphone', you rascal!  We never got mad at him.

Kissy!  You Rascal!  :)))

I Wonder What ... He Is?

I Wonder What... He Is?

By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

I've been listening for months now, to a person I met.  He's the nicest person you want to meet.  One feels upon meeting him that they would love to have him for a friend.

Mistake... you don't want this guy for a friend.  His best friend is a lie... he will lie about any, everything.  I have been constantly amazed at his lies... because I'm fortunate to know firsthand... he truly is lying.

I know you all know one person in your life like this... I've met more than one person in my life like this.  They will lie when there's no reason to lie.  They will lie on another person to make themselves look good.

I've watched, listened to this guy whom I will call Benson... he is good.  He is one of the .... best.  He has such a sweet face... who would believe he'd do such things?

I know several people whom he lies on... I witness it... I know better.  He does it front of ... my friends thinking they don't know.  Everyone will look at each other.

We still treat this guy very nice whenever he comes around, we always say something positive to him that's true..... we never try to 'bring him down'... we listen, go our ways.  We cringe as we walk away... for fear of 'feeling a knife in 'our' back'.....

I know he is sick, mentally.  The unfortunate thing here is that he comes across as a wonderful person to strangers... and 'why in the world' would 'he tell them' ... a lie?

What's so strange is.... even knowing he is nothing but, a big liar.... he is still a very likeable person!  I told you it was strange....

The latest lie is that he saved someone's life when they stopped breathing twice... the people there at the time say it's not true at all.  The person he supposedly saved went to the hospital to be released soon after.  He didn't stop breathing... not at all.

The parents 'believe' Benson's lie that he saved their child... they don't know any better than to believe.... now, they worship  Benson.  They say now, 'If it hadn't been for Benson........'  You can guess the rest.

I'm always studying, watching, listening quietly to people around me.  This has been one of the most interesting people lately...  I 'know' Benson's mind is 'sick'.... alot of people who've known him longer than I ..know it better than I do.  Some of them have been his target in the past.

I'm a people-watcher... I love to see 'different' people, they stand out to me.  I know there's got to be a reason 'Benson' stands out to me... I wonder what it is I need to learn from him.

I know 'teachers appear' in life... they aren't always what one would expect... to teach us lessons in life.  For months, I've been 'listening' to see what it is... if anything... I need to learn from someone who constantly lies to look good.  I don't do that... I'll look bad before I make someone else look bad.

Maybe he isn't a 'teacher' in life's lessons at all... I'm still trying to figure it out.  I wonder... what he is?

Signs Of Death

Signs Of Death

By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

Spirits on the other side... do they give us messages?  I am listening to Dr. Oz at the moment.  He has the Long Island medium on his show.  I haven't decided whether I believe in her... though she does come across as credible.

I have been thinking about some of the things I personally have experienced that have been 'unbelieveable, amazing'... things one wouldn't believe unless they, themselves... saw, heard, or experienced them.

Some of those things I most likely will never tell... just because I know them to be true, but... trying to describe them would be difficult.  How can one find words for something they aren't sure can describe what they witnessed?  Much less try to tell someone about it?

All my life I have 'seen things'.... 'heard things'... 'experienced things'.  Through time, I have come to accept them when they happen... because I know inside... they really are... real.  That sounds strange to say especially if you have seen, heard... the things I know have happened in the past to me.

The one thing I 'see' that no one seems to see when I do is... what I call a soft, velvety gray coating on a person's skin.  When I see that 'gray velvet' as I call it... I feel afraid.  You see... people die after I see that.  I can't bear to see it... I have to turn away.

I saw it on my little brother, Rick-Rick.  I looked back when I glimpsed it the last evening I spent time with him... he died that night.  I remember seeing it come on his skin while we sat in Wendy's... I'd bought him supper... he couldn't eat, he was very agitated.  I saw 'that strange way' that I can't find words to describe happen... the way his eyes did... that said 'death' to me.

I watched him with concern as he sat there continually, frantically trying to call his girlfriend... she wouldn't answer her phone.  He kept saying they were supposed to get married 'tomorrow'.  Rick-Rick got up, saying he was going outside to smoke a cigarette.  I watched him through the glass... I was very concerned about him.  Ricky loved to eat... Ricky couldn't eat this time... I 'knew' something bad was wrong...

He was still dialing his cellphone... I have that cellphone in his chest... Ricky's Chest... that hold his ashes.  She never answered him.  I got up after finishing my sandwich, walked outside to him.  He was trying to disguise his feelings... make me think all was alright... when I knew it wasn't.

Do you know... no matter that we 'get these bad feelings'.... there's nothing we can do alot of the time to try to protect someone.  'What' are we going to protect them from... when all we have to go on ... are 'feelings'.

How could I say Rick-Rick... 'I see death on you'?  I want you to get into a safe place, let death pass you by ... not take you.  I love you, my brother.  I don't want you to die.

All I could do was 'what we were already going to do'... that was taking  him to pick up a check from a lady he'd painted a room for.  During that ride, I told Ricky that I loved him... I wanted everything to be alright for him.

The last time I saw Rick-Rick was through the crack of his bedroom door.  He went inside to lay down... he had a headache.  Before I left the house our mother died in, where he lived... I walked to his bedroom... I could see his feet ... he was stretched out on his bed.

His upper half was hidden by the bedroom door... I looked through the crack to see that he laid with his face toward the wall... his head was lying on his folded arms.  "Goodbye Rick-Rick, I love you", I said.  As I turned around to leave, I heard him say "I love you, too, Gloria".

The gray velvet I saw on his skin... the strange thing I saw about his eyes that I can't put into words... I just know it when I 'see' it.  Death..... I was very worried for him... not knowing that before the next morning... my little brother would be dead.

There's another kind of 'death' I 'see' on people... it's like just before they die.... all of sudden one notices how 'beautiful they become... it's like the sun is shining on them'.... 'they walk in a light that's so bright'.  Not only that.... 'they seem to become younger'.......

I saw this on my aunt, my cousin, my son.... the 'sunshine coming out on a cloudy day'.  In my mind, I also, call this the 'beautiful look' when I talk to Skip about it.

I saw my cousin for the 'last time'... she was 'walking in a bright light', she looked so beautiful... her long hair was golden blonde, her eyes so blue, even the gold rim of her glasses, her gold earrings had a 'light' on them.  Sylvia wore a soft pink shirt... how beautiful she was.  It was so unusual... my words don't do it justice when I try to tell you.  She was beautiful in a way I'd never seen her... she was always pretty... this was different .... in a good way.

My aunt... as she laid there on the hospital bed I couldn't believe 'how young' she looked.  She looked like my beautiful aunt when she was a much younger woman, she was always attractive.  Forty years seemed to have dropped off her face.  I looked at her in amazement as we talked.  I saw her sit up in her bed when Skip and I were leaving... I saw only what I can describe in these words:

It seemed like she was a little girl sitting on a leaf that was floating in the clear water rapidly ... she seemed to be looking around herself while holding on... with a puzzled expression on her face.  It was like... somehow life was passing her by so fast... as if she had just become aware of it........

Strange... but, this is the impression I got when I last turned to look at her, when we walked away.  My mind goes back to this sometimes... I feel so sad.  I loved my Aunt Frankie.

Tommy... the evening before he died... there was a 'beautiful light' around Tommy as he sat at the picnic table eating the sandwiches I had made for him with the cold cuts we'd purchased at Sam's Club.  His face lit up so beautifully as he ate, as he smiled.  He kept saying 'these are the best sandwiches I've ever eaten!'

I remember looking at him thinking I know they aren't the best sandwiches!  I'd fixed them for him before!  When I told him, he just shook his head and said 'mama, yes they are!'  He ate with such.... enjoyment.  The beautiful light was around him... his smile like the sunshine coming out on a beautiful day... his eyes sparkling with light ... Tommy light.  I can see his face in my mind so clearly.

I turn my head to the side as 'I look at him, his face'... I wonder what in the world made those sandwiches taste like the 'best sandwiches he'd ever eaten?'  I feel a smile on my face as I had 'then'... while I watched him eat... 'in my mind'.

I 'hear myself' say, "Tommy, those aren't the best sandwiches you've ever eaten!"  Oh yes, they was... he quickly told me.

Gray velvet, strange way with eyes, youthful, more beautiful... that special light are only a few of the things that I've personally experienced ... remembered when someone I loved, died soon after.  I don't want to see them anymore... it scares me... 'now'.

These are things I don't want to 'see' anymore... these are in my mind ....'signs of death'.

You may be interested in reading my post in my blog on Authors.com at this link called:  'Where Didn't They Come Inside?  Where Did They Go?'


Go to:
http://www.authors.com/profiles/blogs/why-didn-t-they-come-inside-where-did-they-go