Daily Prompt: Finite Creatures All

I don’t remember how old I was when a conversation I was having with my mother led me to the understanding that everyone dies.  I had thought that it was just random other people.  Initially I was told that only old people die and not to worry about it until my neighbors baby drowned in the bathtub when I was about 11 and I realized death can happen at any age.

When my brother, who was almost murdered in 2012, found out as a child that everyone had to die, he said something very profound; “What a waste of people!”

The fact that we do all have to die shows just how precious life is.  It’s impossible to hang on to even if you try so why would anyone make it harder for someone to do just that?

Anyone that can lay life to waste, like the flushing of a toilet, shows the world how stupid, evil and useless they really are.  They don’t have the intellect or wisdom to think of life as the sacred miracle it is.  Those are truly the dangerous ones.  The one’s whose life, and not death, are the waste.

Many kill, but how many do you know that can actually heal?

This is why I love the stories of Christ when He lived.  What he did for others physically and spiritually.  We don’t really stand a chance and yet Jesus tells us to believe.  I reason that since I know other things that Christ taught were factual, then it would stand to reason everything He said was indeed the truth.

We may leave this world behind one day, but some of us have the chance to live eternally in the spirit with God.

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Do You Believe in Life After Death?

Your answer is completely dependent on what you were brought up to believe and what your personal experience or experiences have been regarding those that have already passed on, including yourself.  There are many stories of people that have passed on from this world, that have been declared legally dead and were then resurrected one way or another.

Many of them swear that they experienced fantastic and wonderful things, most quite similar, but some claim to have seen the fires of hell on their way out.

I have personally experienced two separate incidences with two people that I loved right after their time of death.

I cannot prove exactly what happened or why, but it was very strange that there were two separate incidents that I am not able to explain in the natural.

I have to begin this with fact that I am not like most people.  I believe we all think this, but in my case it’s a fact.  Thankfully I have had witnesses to some of the strange things that have happened in my life including a wild bird flying out of the sky, jumping into my lap chirping away.  Finding someone’s missing hunting arrow under inches of new snow the day after hunt.  I could feel the same fear in that area as I did from the animal the night before.  It might be a Native American thing, who knows.

A couple of years ago I was putting on my face before going to work in my lighted make-up mirror as usual.  It turned off.  I immediately thought there must be a short or it just stopped working so I tried to turn it back on and it turned on, no problem.  I started putting my make-up on again only to have it shut it’s self off.  I turned it back on and again it turned off.  For some reason I was not frightened but thought it odd, like someone was playing a joke on me.  I said out loud, “Real funny joke.”  About a day later my ex-best friends daughter told me that her mom had passed away right before that.  We had been friends through school and for many years after before slowly growing apart in ideals and lifestyle.  Her daughter had been in touch with me through the later years, but not her mother,who used to be my very best friend.  We used to play pranks on each other when we were younger, she loved pranks and the private joke saying between us was “real funny joke you guys!”  My make-up mirror had never turned it’s self off before and has since done this only one time and that was right before my sister passed earlier this year.  I find the timing of this supernatural occurrence an odd coincidence.

Was this my friend trying to be funny?  Was someone beside my friend trying to contact me?  Was there a spiritual shake-up that caused this to happen because of their passing or imminent passing?  My sister was also friends with my friend.

My sister had been suffering with cancer for a number of months and the night she passed I put something down on my dresser and it slid backwards a number of inches before my eyes.  I thought I was seeing things, again not super concerned, only to find out the next morning that she had passed during the night.  Then I was not so sure I imagined it.  I’ve never imagined something like that before.

Was she trying to contact before going home?  Was someone else trying to tell me something or did I spiritually know something was amiss that caused it?  I guess I’ll find out one day.  We all will.

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Daily Prompt: Old as Dirt

In ten days I will be 63 years old!

I keep recalling when one of my co-workers told me how old she was.  She was 52 at the time and while I was only 10 years younger I found myself wondering what it would feel like to be that old.

She looked good for her age.  She was a pretty woman, a little overweight, divorced, as myself.  She was involved in a long-term but abusive relationship with someone much younger and I wondered if she put up with it just to feel younger herself.  I remember her telling us that her brand new vehicle was in the shop because her boyfriend had come over drunk and started kicking in the side just to hurt her.  I also wondered what I would have done in the same situation because I’m not so forgiving.

Getting over Scarlet Fever in the 1950's.  Thank God antibiotics were introduced about 10 years before.

Getting over Scarlet Fever in the 1950’s. Thank God antibiotics were introduced about 10 years before.

Oh, that’s right, the age thing again.  Well I’m glad I can say I’m getting old.  Many people never get to say this.  The baby that never makes it to it’s first birthday.  The child that succumbs to some childhood illness or accident like I almost did at age seven.  That young soldier that was just killed in yet another of our many wars and all the people trying to live our their lives and because of illness, accident or deliberate acts of downright evil, never get to grow old.

Rejoice in whatever age you are.  Revel in it and never take your life or that of others for granted.

The grim-reaper is just around the corner as we all will eventually find out.

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Writing 101: Cereal Postmortem

Calumetcemetaryerasetexture2Woke up refreshed for the first time in a while after sleeping approximately 8 hours.  That’s a huge deal for me.

I can just recall the part of my dream before waking of looking out of a large window onto a funeral procession of old.

I felt relaxed and calm, not sad or upset so I don’t know what it really represented to me.

With new eyes and a different outlook, I was able to find some important information to resolve one of the problems I have been working on.  Finding this out has made a difference on what I will be doing in the near future and has given me hope.  I still have a lot of things up in the air, but I finally have my hope back which is everything to me.

 

Happy Father’s Day, Is It?

Today some of you have the privilege of showing your dad just how much he is loved and appreciated.

Others have the reminder of just how much they miss him, especially at this time of year.

Then there are the ones like me.  The ones who either never had a father or were abandoned by him when they needed him the most.

I never spoke about my father to others.  Many years ago my co-workers were talking about what they were planning for their fathers on father’s day, some remarking how they had previously lost their father.  I was the only one not saying anything.  I think because of this one of them asked me if my father was still alive and the conversation went a little like this:

“Is your dad still alive?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “What do you mean you don’t know?”

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Dad and me in happier times.

  “My dad took off when I was a teen and we never heard from or about him ever again.”

  “Oh.  That must feel really weird not to even know where you dad is or if he’s even alive.”

  “Yeah.”

I think that was the only time anyone ever asked me about my dad or that I spoke about him to others.

If my dad were living, he would be 80 years old.  He ran off with another woman purportedly 8 years his senior when I was a senior in high school.  My mother was 3 years his senior, so there appears to be a pattern.  He had six children between the ages of seventeen and one at the time.  My father was 35 years old when he left and my mother was swearing this other, older woman was pregnant with his child.  We were told about our half-brother by this other woman after my dad left her as well years later.

I didn’t tell my co-workers the entire truth because it was not anyone’s business and I was already getting the pity eyes just because he took off in the first place.  I had heard he was still alive approximately 12 years after he left.  I was married with two children of my own at the time.  Apparently someone was investigating my father for some unsavory business in the southern states.  That’s when some chickens really came home to roost as they say and which actually brought about the end of my marriage for various reasons that I may muse about in some other future posts.

To those of you who have a great dad who was always there for you, please let him know how much you love and appreciate him for this, and not just today.  There are many who don’t appreciate their fathers for petty, small-minded reasons.  I feel sorry for those people and would gladly trade places with them.  No one is perfect and this is the time to celebrate having a real dad with faults and everything.

 

Writing 101: The Cereal Killer

Too much loss, too little grey matter.  Feeling very tired today.  I lost my sister a few months ago and my puppy boy in 2011 among many friends.  I started really missing Raizen today.  We were two of a kind, even about the same age in dog years before he passed suddenly after a short illness.  He was the only one I trusted the short time he lived with me.  I never thought I would ever be one of those people that love animals more than people.  Glad he didn’t have to suffer for long like my poor sister did.  Life is cruel.  Very cruel.  And there was that pesky little attempted murder on one of my brothers Christmas of 2012 where he was stabbed over 20 times by another brother that was higher than a kite and hopefully temporarily insane.  Thank God for this dream world that I live in where everything is so wonderful and no one ever dies, they just take off for an extended vacation.

Started shaking last night after I talked to one of my neighbors that brought up the fact I may be moving away shortly.  It finally seemed real to me.  I never think about it and I still haven’t packed anything.  That will be my excuse not to leave.  I can’t go after all.  I’m not even packed!  So everyday business as usual and I refuse to fight with one more person about anything.

Captain Crunch would be a perfect cereal killer due to you know a Captain would have access to all kinds of weapons.