Part 3: Monsters Victoria Fairchild Saga Continues

Part 3:                     Monsters ...











We never know what's in those woods ... only the brave will find out ... they'll be lucky to live ... to tell it. By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee for my Victoria Fairchild story.










 
Victoria Fairchild Saga Continues ... By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

Photo owned/taken by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee ... Fall of 2016

Victoria left Ms Nancy's room.  She was in deep thought as she rode the elevator back down to first floor.  She didn't even look at her reflection in the mirrored doors of the elevator.  Now ... Victoria Fairchild always looked at her reflection anywhere ... anytime.  That was Victoria.


Victoria got into her SUV ... started it, turned up the A/C.  What to do now?  She knew what she was going to do ... she was going to do some snooping in Rainbow Mountain Park.  She had this strange sense of something big going on in the park ... she was also, going to research the papers as she vaguely remembered strange things going on there.


She drove to the local library ... went inside.  She began searching the newspapers on file.  She began findings stories about Rainbow Mountain Park ... something strange was going on there.  People were attacked ... little 'monsters' jumped out of the brush at them ... bit them on the legs ... climbed their bodies to bite them in the face, on the arms taking out chunks of flesh.


Victoria couldn't believe what she was reading.  It was like out of a horror story.  Why hadn't she heard about this ... why hadn't Ms Nancy?  She wouldn't be a victim now.  This had been going on for upwards of two years!  The mystery had never been solved.


Victoria went home.  She needed to be in a quiet place to think about how to handle this.  She didn't know how much the police was involved in this ... it didn't matter.  Victoria was going to find out what was going on.  Monsters?  Little children with sharp, bloody teeth ... evil man?  Yes ... this was up Victoria Fairchild's alley ... Victoria wanted to find them.


Victoria Fairchild was an unusual woman with many powers ... she could change into a shadow at a moment's notice.  You would never see her.  Victoria was very strong, quick like a lion.  Victoria Fairchild was a force to be reckoned with ... only a very few lived to tell about it ... the strange thing is ... they never told anyone.


Once home ... Victoria decided to walk through her secret closets.  She opened the door to a huge ... walk-in closet.  This first closet held all her daily clothes, shoes, purses ... the walls were mirrored, floor carpeted in soft blue.  This closet held all her wonderful things to dress in.


She went to the farther wall, touched the panel ... a door slid open quietly ... Victoria entered.  This was her second closet ... this was the closet with lots of clothes ... supplies.  These clothes, supplies were only for when she entered the homeless world that was behind a building she and her husband, Chip ... owned in the city.


She dressed in these clothes ... pushed a shopping cart full of Walmart bags that held clothes, food, weapons ... tools she might need.  She became a homeless woman ... blended in with the friends she had made there.


Victoria visited often to find out what was going on with her friends ... if anyone was hurting someone or doing bad things ... they told her.  Victoria Fairchild would begin her mission on taking care of them.  No one messed with the homeless people, animals ... no one.


She didn't need anything from this second secret closet.  Victoria went to the farther wall ... pressed on it.  A third door slid open quietly ... this was the room where Victoria Fairchild loved.  This was the justice room ... this was where Victoria punished people who hurt others ... hurt animals.  Victoria Fairchild believed in an eye for an eye ... tooth for a tooth.  Once a person was brought here ... chances were ... they'd never make it out ... alive.


Victoria stood in the center of the justice room.  She slowly turned around in a circle, thinking.  She was mentally preparing herself to go on a mission at Rainbow Mountain Park.  She walked to another secret door in the wall ... it slid open.  Victoria looked outside into a closed-in secret garage.


She walked to the gray van parked near the door.  Victoria opened the door ... started the van, let it run for a while.  She opened the double back doors ... she pressed a button on the side ... out came a platform that slowly sank to the ground.


On the platform was a wheelchair.  Victoria pressed the release button ... pressed another button on the wheelchair to make it move forward.  All worked smoothly.  Victoria made all go back into place ... turned the key off ... walked out of the secret garage ... through her three closets back into her bedroom.


She sat on the edge of her bed.  It was almost time ... she was going to Rainbow Mountain Park on a mission.  She was going to hunt monsters and an evil man.  From each closet she had selected things to carry with her.


Victoria Fairchild changed into a black shirt, black slacks, black boots ... stuck a pair of black gloves into her back pocket.  She donned a black knee length coat .. a black hat.  She had pinned her hair up, put on a black hairnet to hold it all in place.


Victoria walked into her homeless closet ... went to vanity that held makeup just for when she dressed to go homeless.  Victoria took a jar with black foundation ... opened it ... began rubbing it onto her face, neck and hands.  Victoria could disappear on her own ... it didn't hurt to make extra sure no one saw her at all.  Thank God for magical powers ... she still had to be careful.  Victoria could be hurt, injured regardless.


It was time to go.  Victoria walked back into her bedroom.  She was glad Chip was on a long-distance trip on his big truck.  She didn't have to explain to anyone that she'd be away for a few days.  She picked up her black bag ... touched her pocket to feel for her gun ... the other pocket to feel for her knife.  She then leaned over to touch the side of her black boot ... yes, the knife was secured, unseen there.  It was black, too.  She had several more secret weapons on her body.


Victoria Fairchild walked through each closet ... closing each door behind her... walked into the secret garage ... got into her gray van.  She started the van ... pressed the remote ... a secret door opened to the outside.  Victoria backed the van out ... closed the door.  No one could tell there was a hidden garage by looking at the house.


Victoria drove toward Rainbow Mountain Park.  It was getting dusk ... she loved this time of evening.  She blended in with the shadows ... she became a shadow as the sky darkened ... nightlights came on.


To Be Continued ...

Part 2: Room 401 The Saga of Victoria Fairchild Continues ...

Photo owned/taken by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee .... Fall of 2016

Part 2:  Room 401 written by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.






Watch out for a hungry child ... it could just take a bite of you. By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee for my Victoria Fairchild story.









Part 2:                 Room 401



Victoria found out where Ms Nancy's room was.  She got into the shiny elevator ... looked at herself in the mirrored doors.  She could see the other people standing near her.  Everyone seemed to be going to 4th floor.


The elevator doors opened ... everyone waited for Victoria to step out first.  She walked to room 401 ... this was where Ms Nancy was.


She walked into Ms Nancy's room.  Ms Nancy was laying there ... eyes closed.  Her head was wrapped in a thick bandage ... she saw matted blood in Ms Nancy's hair.  Victoria's heart felt stabs of pain seeing her friend laying there.


She pulled back the white sheet to look at Ms Nancy's right foot.  She saw a white cast on her leg.  Victoria saw another bandage on Ms Nancy's right arm.  She didn't know exactly which side of the head Ms Nancy was injured on.  The gauze looked thicker on the right side of her face, cheek.


Victoria began speaking softly to Ms Nancy.  She hoped Ms Nancy would wake up ... talk to her.  She took Ms Nancy's hand ... held it between both of her hands.  Can you hear me?  Ms Nancy, can you hear me?


Ms Nancy began to move ... she was trying to wake up.  Victoria!  She was trying to tell Victoria something.  Boy ... bite me ... hungry!


Victoria's eyes narrowed as she heard the words coming from Ms Nancy's mouth.  If she hadn't seen with her own eyes the little boy she would have thought Ms Nancy dilirious.  She had seen the little boy ... heard for herself the little boy say he was hungry.


Ms Nancy's eyes opened.  Victoria was so glad to see her coming around.  She needed to know what happened.  Ms Nancy began telling Victoria what happened.


Victoria listened in shock to Ms Nancy's story.  Oh my!  Ms Nancy had been talking to Victoria on the cell phone while sitting at the picnic table.  She said a little girl from nowhere climbed up onto the bench of the table.  The little girl said she was hungry ... Ms Nancy had eaten her sandwich earlier ... she didn't have anything to give to her.


Ms Nancy looked around to see where the little girl's parents were.  No one was there.  She didn't know what to do ... she had to leave to meet Victoria at The Purple Door ... she couldn't just go off and leave the little girl alone.


The little girl appeared to be about 3-5 years old.  She was dirty.  Why in the world was this little girl so dirty?  Ms Nancy looked at her closely ... saw dirt underneath the little girl's fingernails.  Her blonde hair was tangled.  The little girl sat on the table beside Ms Nancy.  Hungry!  Want food, hungry!


Ms Nancy stood up.  As she stood up the little girl stood up on the table.  Ms Nancy reached to take the little girl ... she looked in confusion as she heard an awful growl come from the child. The little girl lunged at Ms Nancy ... Ms Nancy caught her out of natural instinct.  The little girl began to chew viciously on Ms Nancy's face!


Ms Nancy tried to get the little girl off ... the little girl was very strong.  Ms Nancy stumbled backwards ... fell, twisting her right leg in an awkward angle.  She couldn't get up.


The little girl jumped onto her chest ... her little sharp teeth showing.  Hungry!  Blood dripped down her chin ... Ms Nancy's blood dripped down her chin.  She came closer to Ms Nancy's face ... as she did ... the little girl was ripped away.  Ms Nancy went into shock ... she saw a man standing there with an evil smile on his face.


Come on, Anna.  Let's go.  The little girl began crying ... I'm hungry!  The man disappeared into the woods close by.  Ms Nancy passed out ... her blood dripped down the side of her face, down her arm onto the sand beneath her.  Soon it slowed down ... stopped.  Flies lit on her face, arm where she was bitten severely.  Ms Nancy never felt the bites from the flies.


Victoria asked Ms Nancy if she saw a little boy.  No, Ms Nancy said.  She only saw the little girl and the scary man.  She described the man saying he was probably 6 feet tall.  He had on an old hole-ridden, black floppy hat.  She couldn't see the colors of his shirt, pants.  The sun hurt her eyes, tears blinded her.  The pain was very bad.  Ms Nancy mercifully passed out.


To be continued ...

Part 1: The Rabbit? Victoria Fairchild Saga Begins ...

Here goes, Ms Nancy.  I've begun my Victoria Fairchild Saga just for you like I promised... this will last a few weeks as I write it.  I hope it will entertain you while you are recovering from your surgery. Love you, Ms Nancy!  <3  This story is dedicated to you, Nancy.  This story is written just for you





You don't want Victoria Fairchild to know you've harmed an innocent person ... or animal. You may never harm another one. By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.

The Saga of Victoria Fairchild Continues ...
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee ... written/dedicated just for Nancy Smith Satterwhite.

Part One ...         A Rabbit?






Victoria was talking to her best friend, Ms Nancy, on her cell phone.  Her signal kept going in and out.  I'll meet you in 30 minutes at The Purple Shoe.


Just as Victoria was ending her call she heard an unusual sound on Ms Nancy's end.  Victoria knew in her heart that it wasn't a normal sound.  Ms Nancy?  Ms Nancy?  Ms Nancy didn't answer.


She didn't waste any time driving to where Ms Nancy had been sitting, talking to her on the cell phone.  Ms Nancy was at the park ... Rainbow Mountain Park.


Victoria didn't enjoy the view on her way to the park ... she knew something was wrong with Ms Nancy.  Victoria had special powers ... she didn't have to wonder like the average person if something was wrong.  If she thought something wrong ... something was wrong.


She sped all the way to the park ... she knew in her heart that her best friend hadn't gone anywhere since their conversation.  She drove into a parking space ... jumped out, ran to the picnic tables where she knew Ms Nancy was sitting, talking to her earlier.


 She didn't see anyone sitting at any of the tables ... her eyes scanned the ground around the tables ... she saw someone laying on the ground.  Victoria ran to where the person lay ... it was Ms Nancy!


She was bleeding from her head ... her foot was at an unnatural angle.  Ms Nancy was moaning.  Victoria took her cellphone out, called 911.  She got down on her knees, talking to Ms Nancy.  What happened?  Who did this to you!


Victoria realized Ms Nancy was in bad shape.  She could tell Victoria was there but, couldn't tell her what happened.  Victoria heard the rescue vehicle's siren ... thank God!


The young man and woman jumped out with their bags of medical supplies.  They ran to Ms Nancy, began working on her.  Soon ... they had Ms Nancy on a stretcher ... into the rescue vehicle.  They left with Victoria following behind.


  Why would someone hurt Ms Nancy?  Why would they go so far as to hit her in the head.  She must have twisted her leg, foot when she fell to the ground.  Victoria was upset ... she was angry.  Whoever had hurt her friend was in serious trouble.  If you knew Victoria Fairchild ... you never wanted to get on her bad side.  You would be lucky to live to ... regret it.


 Victoria sat in the waiting area of the Emergency Room.  She waited for what seemed like hours.  Her mind was sensing, racing along as she pictured in her mind what she saw as she walked up on Ms Nancy.  Her mind kept going back to something shiny laying close to Ms Nancy.  She needed to get back to where Ms Nancy was attacked.


 Victoria talked with the doctor ... told him she had to leave for a short time but, would be right back as soon as possible.  She gave the doctor her cell phone number.


 Victoria sped back to Rainbow Mountain Park.  She knew there was something waiting for her to find.  She hoped no one had been there to disturb the ground.  No one mentioned Ms Nancy had been attacked ... it was assumed she had fallen onto one of the corners of a picnic table.


Victoria knew something bad had happened ... Ms Nancy didn't fall on the corner of a picnic table.  Somebody was definitely going to pay for hurting her friend ... and she would make them pay dearly.  No one messed with Victoria Fairchild's friends.


Victoria Fairchild drove into the parking lot for the second time that evening.  It wouldn't be long before darkness fell.  She sensed, smelled a strange scent.  She wasn't alone ... someone was here yet ... she didn't see anyone.


Victoria pretended not to be alert ... this would draw someone out if they thought her a helpless woman.  She really hoped someone would try it.  Victoria was feeling the hot fires of hell ... the rage she felt toward whoever hurt Ms Nancy ... was building.


She began searching the ground around the area Ms Nancy's body had lay.  She saw it!  The sun glinted off from it ... a shiny, gold watch!  She closed her eyes as she held it ... she knew Ms Nancy had pulled it from her attacker's arm.  This watch would lead her to whoever had attacked Ms Nancy.


She heard something close by in the brush.  She didn't appear to have heard it ... Victoria was ready for whatever came out.  Whoever tangled with Victoria Fairchild would enter a storm unlike anything they'd ever experienced ... Victoria wasn't just a regular woman though she appeared that way.


Long, beautiful ... blonde, curly hair with a figure every woman wished for ... a face to match.  Victoria turned heads wherever she went ... everyone loved Victoria Fairchild ... her personality was as lovely as she was.  Only a bad person would know differently ... if they were still around.  Victoria Fairchild took care of people who hurt, harmed innocent animals ... people.


She felt something change behind her ... she turned quickly to meet head-on whatever was coming toward her!  Whatever she thought she was going to see ... it wasn't what met her eyes!


Victoria's eyes narrowed ... what the f___!  A little boy about 3 years old walked toward her crying.  He held his hands out as if to give her something.  What the hell?  His little mouth was red ...


The little boy was chattering away ... Victoria couldn't understand a word he was saying.  She saw blood dripping to the ground from the little boy's fingers.  His little hands were cupped around ... what was in his little hands?


Victoria was on high alert ... the little boy could be a distraction to hide something bigger going on here.  Her eyes scanned as her ears listened for sounds.  She sensed something was about to happen to her if she didn't figure out quickly what the little boy was up to.


Did this little boy play a part in Ms Nancy's attack?  Stay where you are ... don't come any closer!  Victoria held her hand out to stop the child from walking closer.  The little boy stopped ... stared at her with his big, blue eyes.  He held his little hands out toward Victoria ... he wanted her to have something.


Victoria took her cellphone out ... called 911 for a second time that evening.  She told them about a little boy walking out from the woods ... with something in his hands that was bloody.  Thankfully, it wasn't long before she heard sirens coming.


A police car drove up, parked.  A rescue vehicle came in behind it.  The same young man, woman jumped out to run toward the little boy.  Victoria told them to approach with caution ... why she did, she didn't know.  She sensed danger about the little boy.


The EMS guy walked slowly, spoke gently as he approached the little boy.  The little boy began crying harder ... he held his hands out to the guy.  The guy reached out to take his hands thinking he was injured.  He jumped back as soon as he realized what he was seeing.


In the little boy's hands was a ... red, bloody mess.  The little boy's mouth was red with blood.  The EMS guy put gloves on his hands ... this was going to be messy.  What in the hell was in that little boy's hands?


The EMS girl ran up to help him ... she spoke softly to the little boy.  The little boy responded to her voice ... he moved toward her.  The EMS girl took his little hands ... the guy had a blue, plastic container for her to put whatever it was ... into it.


The little boy dumped whatever he had in his hands ... into the plastic container.  He patted, rubbed his little hands together to get off whatever was left on his hands.  He reached up for the EMS girl ... he wanted to be held.


She leaned down to lift him up in her arms.  As she went to stand up with the child in her arms ... she screamed.  Victoria saw blood oozing down the side of her face!  She grabbed the child ... held him back from her body.  The little boy had just placed a nasty bite on the girl's cheek!  The little boy was trying to bite Victoria as she held him away from her body.  Oh my God ... his little white teeth were sharp!


Where had this little boy come from ... why was he bloody to begin with ... why did he bite the girl on her face?  The little boy was chattering ... Victoria understood only one word he said ... 'hungry'!


She held the child as the EMS guy doctored the EMS girl's face.  She looked into the plastic container to see what was in it.  She saw tufts of fur ... little feet in the bowl.  It looked like ... a baby rabbit!  What the hell?  The little boy had been eating on a baby rabbit!



Victoria felt alarm ... she looked around trying to see through foliage, brush.  She sensed a presence not far from where they stood ... in the direction the boy had come from.  Someone was there ... waiting.


Victoria sensed vile, evilness ... in fact ... she could smell it coming off the presence standing not far from them.


She would have to come back ... now, it was time for the rescue and police to leave.  It would be safer if no one else was here.  Something bad could happen here ... Victoria left as soon as the EMS was through.


To be continued .....

We Went Home ... Home Is Where You Are

We Went Home ... Home Is Where You Are
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee









I am a spiritual being having a human experience ... take the body all is left is ... me. By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.

I sit quietly in the darkness
Waiting ... waiting to see a shadow
In the light of my mind





In time I see a shadow appear
It walks toward me
I hear a familiar voice ... "Mama"




My old eyes fill with hot tears
That run down my cool cheeks
My lips tremble as I sob inside




Tears mixed with the happiest of smiles
In this old grieving mother's eyes
I reach with my hand toward the voice




Toward the most precious voice
A mother can hear
"Mama" ... my frail body shook harder




Son!  I couldn't speak but, my Heart could!
Tommy!  I'm so glad you came so I wouldn't be alone
It's time for your ole mom to come home




Please hold my hand so I won't be afraid
I felt my hand being held by a big, gentle hand
My son had come to walk me home




I looked around me as I sat up in bed
I leaned over to kiss Skip goodbye ... I didn't want to leave him
I patted Camie on her sweet head




I rubbed Kissy's hip with my bare toes
As he lay by my bedside faithfully
I felt overwhelming happiness in my Heart




Tommy and I walked hand in hand
We walked through the door toward a kennel
I wanted him to meet Dukester before I left




I kissed Dukester on his sweet, white head
It was time ... time to go home
I turned to look at where I had lived




Knowing now I wouldn't live here again ... I missed Skip!
I was going home even as I thought
My soul had departed my body once I took Tommy's hand




For a moment I felt such pain to be leaving
Leaving my husband and our Pups
I looked toward Tommy ... he smiled ... said




It's alright, mama ... you have to let go
Once you do ... you'll come back one day
To be there, hold your hand out so, Skip won't be alone




I felt the weight of this world slide from my shoulders
Around my feet like a heavy coat
I took a deep breath, closed my eyes ... held my son's hand




I kept my eyes closed ... I didn't feel the need to look
As we soared ... I could see everything
Sadness slipped away as I held my son's hand





Now ... it was time to see what the mystery of death
Was all about ... where my son had been all these years
As I wept, grieved over him when he died





I became the air ... the soft, gentle breeze you feel
On a warm day ... I am the sunshine kissing your cheek
On a cloudy day I'm your raindrops falling to the ground





I will hug you like a blanket when you are cold
I'll wrap my pure soul around you to keep you safe
I love you, Skip ... I'm always here until the day




You need to come home ... you won't be alone
I'll reach my hand out to you just as Tommy did to me
He'll reach for your other hand ... we will go home




We'll wrap our souls around our remaining Pups
Whoever cares for them will take good care
Love them until their last days




Until the day comes we will walk with them to Rainbow Bridge
We will run, play in pure joy as they become Angel Pups
To forever play, run in the sunshine ... frolick in the rain




I closed my eyes on this life ... this is the end
I opened my eyes on the other side
I was a spiritual being having a human experience




Time to strip myself of this body
It served me well ... took a lot of life's abuse
I learned life's lessons became a better soul




Now ... on to my next mission ... being a guardian angel
Protecting, watching out for animals and humans
Working at making life be good to them




No longer a grieving mother ... I left that behind like a dress
In the darkness as I waited for the shadow to appear
The moment my son took my hand in his




I close my eyes as I remember
I become a storm ... the clouds begin to billow
The wind gets high ... the trees bend from the force




Any pain left in my soul ... washed away
I became a gentle storm until I began to shine
I was the sunshine ... a smile in my eyes, face




He sat outside on the swing, swinging to and fro
Pups lay at his feet as he closed his eyes
I felt him thinking of me ... I knew it was time




My mind met his with such joy ... I saw his hand reach
Out to me ... I moved toward him ... took his hand
He said ... "I've been waiting for you to take me home"




I felt another being close by ... Tommy had come to hold
Skip's other hand ... we wrapped around each Pup
Left behind ... we took their sadness away before we left




The world dropped away ... we became fresh air ... sunshine
Each soul renews the earth in its own way ... this was our way
When you think of us in any way ... it's because we are always near




If you are ever crying ... you feel someone kiss a tear away
If you are ever hot ... you feel a breeze from nowhere
You feel a hug .... look around ... no one is there




This is where we are at ... you are never alone
We'll be right here .... one day you may wait to see our shadow
One of us, all of us will come to hold your hand




You won't never be alone even though you think you are
Close your eyes .... feel with your Heart
We are here all around you ... we've become




The air you breathe ... sunshine that kisses your cheek
We are everywhere watching over you
We went home ... home is where you are

Note by this Author:






I wrote this poem as I felt it while sitting here in the semi-darkness listening to music ... I happened to look up and saw the name of one of the songs I was listening to ... 'Take My Hand'.  I'd never heard it before ... it's New Age music ... I love it but, I'm not familiar with the songs enough to know any by names.





I don't know what happens when one dies ... so far I've never found 'Tommy', my son.  I've always kept an eye opened ... hoping somehow the mystery of where he went would be discovered.  I guess I hoped I'd find an invisible pocket in the air ... where I could 'slip' into ... find, visit him, come back. Life, death doesn't work that way.  Sometimes ... I write poems and 'I do' find Tommy ... they are my poems, writings ... so, I can do what I want to in them, right?  :)





Photos owned by me.  I never use anyone else's photos.  Pond photo is of the beautiful little pond where we live.  Shadow photo is of myself when I was admiring having a 'skinny' shadow after weight loss.  We all are silly sometimes ... this was one of my silly moments.   Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.

The Girl and Her Dog

The Girl and Her Dog









Watching from a distance I witnessed the love a girl had for her dog. It was beautiful. By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.









Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

I was sitting at my desk
When movement caught my eye
I looked out my glass door
Saw a girl and her dog




She was walking in her yard
With her beautiful Rottie
She held her umbrella over her head
She was dressed in black




Her umbrella was black ... gray
The Rottie's collar was pink
The girl kicked a pine cone toward her dog
As the pine cone flew in the air




The Rottie jumped to grab it in the air
I sat at my desk looking out my glass door
Smiled as I watched the both of them
I was looking into their world while sitting at home




What a beautiful picture they made
It wasn't only the picture they made ... it was
The pure love a girl has for her dog
Pure love a dog has for its most important person




The rain came down harder
I had begun typing what I saw
Looked up ... the girl and her dog was gone
They'd given me a glimpse of pure love




As I sat at my desk looking out my glass door
I looked out the glass door once more
Yes, they are gone back into the house
To live their life while I sit here ... write, live mine













Note by this Author:





I sat here at my desk this morning ... looked out the glass door to see my neighbor walking with her dog in the rain.  She is more than my neighbor ... her dog is more than just my 'neighbor's dog'.





The girl is one of our closest friends ... her dog is one who is a part of our everyday life ... we visit her each day, keep an eye on their home ... bring her outside for a while while the girl works.  We love them as if they were close family.  We love the girl and her dog ... the one walking with a black/gray umbrella and the dog with a pink collar.





Poem dedicated to Chelsea King and Angel King.  Owned, written by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.

The Pond

 Photo of the pond owned/taken by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

I'm like a pond ... my surface full of beauty ... sky, trees, flowers. I hide all that is sad in me ... beneath the surface. By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.

I look into the depths of the water

I see fish swimming below

Tadpoles of different sizes swim too

I saw the shadow of a turtle appear ... disappear

I sat down beside the pond to think

About how so much is below the water

Above the water I see all the beauty

Never seeing all beneath the surface

Only shadows of what is

Shadows that drift by as I watch

I think of myself ... grief ... happiness

Myself being the water in the pond

Myself as the pond

When you look at me you see the beauty

Of a good soul ... a sunshine smile

You never see what's below

Like the pond hiding all its wonders

Of what is ...what was

You never see the grief I feel every day

The invisible tears I shed

My smile, happy voice hides it all

As not to touch your life with my pain

Like the pond you can only see so far

Fish swimming happily along their way

A turtle drifts by ... tadpoles wiggle along

I smile because that's how I am ... like the pond

Note by this Author:

The pond fascinates me ... when I walk down to it I stand to see beneath the surface always looking for fish.  I watch to see what swims, drifts by.  I think a lot when I am at the pond ... compare it with how I feel.  No one ever knows what lies beneath the surface ... only what wants to come up to be seen is what you see ... just like me when I hide my pain, grief.  When you look at me ... you see what I want you to see ... on the surface you'll see a happy, sunshine smile even when I'm sad.  Why?  So as to not to touch your life with my pain.  When you come to read me ... you choose to walk in my world for just a time ... you choose to come read my pain ... without having to let me know you see it.  I hope somehow what you feel, think after reading all I've wrote ... could some day help in some way.  Maybe to see what a grieving mother goes through ... understand if you care about her.  Maybe ... a lot ... of things.  

Photo/poem owned/written by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.

If I Were a Stone ... This Is The Stone I Would Be

Photo owned, taken by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee ... the odd stone.

If I were a stone on a wall ... I would be the different one. By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.

I was getting ready to walk into a store

When I spotted the wall of stones

One stone fascinated me because it was different

It stood out to me begging to be photographed

I took my cellphone camera ... captured the image

So I could keep it forever

Who would stop to take a photo of one stone

Me ... of course

Why?  Because I asked myself a question

Which stone would ... I be ... on this wall of stones

I picked one stone that stood out to me

It was different ... white, soft colors of rust

The first stone on the left 7 rows down from the light

Do you see it ... see how different it is from the rest?

If I were a stone on this wall

This is the stone I ... would be

Note by this Author:

When looking at the wall of stones ... do you just see pretty stones/rocks?  Have you ever thought about ... being a stone?  Which stone would you be?

I'm always looking at things in a different way.  Looking at this beautiful wall of stones ... I wondered which I'd be ... the stone 7 rows down from the light fixture stood out to me.  

Photo ... poem owned, written by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.

My Shadow Filled With Flowers

Photo owned by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny ... my shadow filled with flowers

I was walking while enjoying the sunshine, breeze

When I happened to look down

I stopped ... tilted my head to look on the ground

My shadow lay there ... filled with little purple flowers

Tiny, delicate little flowers the name I don't know

I know that I loved seeing my shadow full of flowers

For some reason, it made me happy 

To see the purple, green ... my favorite colors

Fill something so personal ... my shadow

I took a picture to look at as it fascinated me

It's the first time in my life I ever entertained the idea

Of shadows being filled with flowers

Much less ...

My shadow filled with flowers

Note by this Author:

Have you ever stopped to see something in a new light?  Sure you have just as I did when I stopped to admire my shadow filled with flowers with my favorite colors ... purple and green.

I saw my shadow filled with flowers with my favorite colors of purple, green. It's the first time in my life I ever stopped to see such. By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

ME ... In The Mirror

I've found 'ME' in the mirror again after 6 years of being a grieving mother ... I think Tommy is smiling from above just like the sunshine. By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.

Photos of ME ... Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee on March 04, 2017 ... in the mirror.  I have found 'ME' again.  March 04, 2017 ... Saturday










I recognize the woman in the photos above ... that's ME!  I am so happy to see me once again.  I never thought I would.  I have taken the pieces left of a grieving mother ... put them together again ... and ... here I am :)  Just like ... Humpty Dumpty ... all the pieces are put together again.  Now ... I just need to polish me up here, there.




Of course, I am older ... my skin isn't as young as it used to be.  My face shows lines, age.  I have weathered many, many storms most people never experience in several lifetimes. I have been toppled over by the high winds of Life ... knocked down by the bolts of pure shock over and over ... my tears have been more than an ocean-full.




When you think of 'Me' ... see 'Me' ... remember when you look at me ... I'm all the pieces you see put back together again.  Think of a Redwood Tree ... beaten, whipped by all the past storms ... I am what is left standing with all my invisible battle scars.  I managed to stand through all the hellacious storms that have come my way.




I am like a Redwood Tree ... I'm still standing.  If you just knew ... you would never believe what this 'tree' has survived.  You would be utterly amazed.  When I look back to the little child I was at one time until now ... it's a wonder I lived with the things inflicted upon me ... little girl have died never getting to live with their secrets.  I am fortunate.




So when you look at me ... see my life battle scars ... the years gone by on my face ... my body ... just know this is all I've got left now ... and I'm doing the best I can to pick up all my pieces ... put me back together again.  It doesn't matter if no one else likes how I look now ... what does matter is I can accept me now ... I can recognize the person I was before I was beaten down to nothing from the storm of grief I survived.




I'm so happy with me today ... I'm so happy to see ME in my mirror again.










Note by this Author:

I can't tell you how true all my words above are.  I can't tell you the happiness I'm finding in looking like a human being again ... looking like someone I know in the mirror again.




One of the most awful things in life is looking in the mirror and ... seeing a stranger.  It's really scary ... to live inside of a stranger you don't know looking back at you.  Does that sound strange?




Just think how it would feel. I have looked for so long ... now ... I have found Me.  I'm older and not as pretty, youthful as I once was ... I don't care ... I'll take what's left now :)




Photos/true story owned/written by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.

My Facebook Post This Morning

PUPS THREE ... UPDATE ON MY GASTRIC SLEEVE JOURNEY

I was lost in the space of the big shirt you now see on my body. By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

Pups are fed breakfast ... I told Duke to get back into his cozy kennel cab with warm blankets ... he ran back and I reached in through the flap ... gave him his Oinkie to chew. He's so happy! I rolled his curtains up to let the sunshine kiss Duke's space warm today.<3

Kissy and Camie are in chew heaven this morning with their Oinkies. Both are laying near Skip so he can't move without them knowing it! <3

Yesterday a friend highlighted my hair! I PURE LOVE it! It's been a while since I've had that done. The Pups come first.

I looked in the mirror and smiled at myself this morning ... it feels so good to 'look like ME' again ... I've been looking so long. I'm thankful to have peace inside. Sometimes I feel Tommy is smiling at me ... before ... I couldn't feel that for seeing only my tears. <3

I feel he'd be proud of me today if he saw me <3 Sometimes I feel the most overwhelming sadness that Tommy is gone. I know this is normal. I miss him with my very Heart.

Once in a while I feel what I call 'the flutter of wings' in my stomach ... what I mean when I say that is like when birds are trapped in a cage and they panic to get out of the cage ... their wings begin to beat harder, harder to get out ... and begin to feel suffocation of being trapped in a space they need to be away from. I have to stop ... take deep breaths and get my mind on other things. I just felt the twinges of that feeling ... it's time to move to another subject <3

What a beautiful day it's going to be ... I feel there are happy surprises around the corner :) Isn't that a wonderful thought!? I'm moving forward ... never going backward into that darkness again. I truly am afraid of the dark ... more so ... since Tommy is gone. I keep my eyes on the light in my life, always going toward it. :)

Happy weekend! I send Love to all my Special Friends here! You have lifted me up so many times ... My Heart is always full of Gratitude <3 <3 <3Gloria Faye Brown Bates <3 <3 <3

You can see where 'I was lost' .... look at my shirt below in the photos! I can't believe it! I wore that big shirt just to see how it felt ... the sleeves are too long and you see all the 'space' around me :) <3 I don't make fun of it ... I know how it feels to 'be fat' ... I will never make fun of me being fat ... and NEVER make fun of anyone being 'fat'.

It hurts too bad when one wants to be smaller .... losing weight is the HARDEST thing one can do. I don't think I would be amiss in comparing it to quitting smoking ... quitting drinking ... quitting drugs.

Thankfully I don't have all those things to 'quit' ... the weight was enough. Don't think for one second just because you get the gastric sleeve surgery ... that you are magically going to lose all the weight while you eat .... you will never-ever do it.

I promise you from experience you ARE GOING to have to exercise, walk ... do your part. IT ISN'T THE EASY WAY OUT. Take this from someone who knows firsthand.

I can tell you that each morning when I shower ... I am PURE excited now to put my jeans on ... put a belt on. I love dressing again. The clothes I have now are getting too big but, I wear them with pride :) <3 I am trying to fill myself with all the happiness I can and guess what ... this happiness is 'free'. When I feel the sadness I know will come periodically from the loss of my son ... I want to have so much happiness inside that it will be easier to bounce back from. I mean to do that <3

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