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Post by Bobute on Oct 4, 2005 22:17:22 GMT -5
I am refusing to believe , denial maybe, that my recent actions were due to meds/Alz/stress/ or whatever. What the hell is happening to mE?  Little pieces of flesh are being taken from mE, one bite at a time. Stay, go, leave, come back. I feel like the ball attached to those old paddle balls we played with when we were kids. Maybe the year has been too much, maybe Katrina & Rita took a part of mE away when they left. Some pieces no longer fit. Why, when they once did? I said nooooooooooooooo, you will not do this. Then nooooooooooooooo turned to, why not? What are you running from, where are you going, what do you expect to find, out there, around the bend? Betty Boop sits here looking as confused as I feel while her little dog waits for her to make a decision. Jump Betty, jump!!! Way over the moon, all the way to the stars. October is a month of magic. The air tingles with change. Golden Rod is appearing alongside the roads. A touch of blue Aster peeks from under fallen trees of the storm. A combination of life and death repeating, stay, go, live, die.......hug a Teddy Bear and try , try, try....... As my son would say, "its all good mom." I miss him you know, so I will stay and tell you more about him later....... mE xoxox |
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Post by MaryKathryn on Oct 4, 2005 23:02:50 GMT -5
Dearest Bobute, I just read your latest post and to-wards the end of your post your said, ~~~~~~~~~~ "October is a month of magic. The air tingles with change. Golden Rod is appearing alongside the roads. A touch of blue Aster peeks from under fallen trees of the storm. A combination of life and death repeating, stay, go, live, die.......hug a Teddy Bear and try , try, try....... As my son would say, "its all good mom." I miss him you know, so I will stay and tell you more about him later....... mE xoxox " ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Do we dare to hope that you would possibly change your mind and stay in our midst, when you said, "As my son would say, "it's all good mom," I miss him you know, so I will stay and ell you more about him later . . . mE xoxoxo" My heart aches for your heart missing your beloved son, I feel that sorrow with you. You and I get caught up in the sadness and sorrow of missing our sons again and again but we also have each other to lend us "a hand back up." Let me be "that hand up for you" dear friend. We all need each other to bind up our wounds so that our healing may begin. Angels on your pillow tonight dear Bobute --- you have me in tears again just now, because --- Who would be wishing us angels on our pillows if you were not to stay? it would never be the same without you dear Bobute. You're the one who taught us this beautiful way of gracing our night time with this blessing.  Love and peace my dear friend,  MaryKathryn |
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Post by kd5k on Oct 5, 2005 0:46:04 GMT -5
Dear sweet Bobute, I have tears in my eyes as I read this post...tears for the sorrow you feel for your son, for the not understanding what is happening to you, and yet...selfish tears of joy that I got the impression that you might say among us!! Mary Kathryn offered her hand to you to help hold you up, well, my friend, I am offering my hand as well. You are a huge part of what we call this family and we hold each other up. There are many holding you up Bobute!! Just lay back and let us carry you and your troubles for a while. Let us help ease the pain. We will help you. That is a promise!! Love and big hugs, Debbie and can't forget about those angels on your pillow tonight!!  |
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Post by Waggy on Oct 5, 2005 4:46:35 GMT -5
Ditto everything Deb and MaryKathryn said, Bobute. I am here for you, too. We are family.
Many many angels on your pillow, sweet Bobute.
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Post by norbert1 on Oct 5, 2005 9:16:45 GMT -5
Bobute,
I am glad to see that you have decided to stay with us.
I am not a poetry kind of guy, but I find your writing is noble and thought provoking. You find beauty in the world at our doorsteps, beauty that is easy to overlook. You notice the lone flower struggling to be seen, the shimmer of dew on grass, or the first signs of spring. You make us appreciate the beauty that surrounds us. You also write of memories, of Christmas past or of childhood memories – memories we all share. And you write with a grace and dignity that enriches our lives.
You have had many hardships this year. If only we could help you lighten your load of sorrow. Perhaps we should do more to respond to your posts, I see that you wish for more response. Perhaps it is difficult to respond in a supportive manner. Your writing is that of a wise sage, who has analyzed and make keen observations. It does not seem that I can offer much wisdom or support after you have made your thoughtful observations. You seem have a much better handle on the meaning of life than I ever could hope to have – what could I possibly contribute?
We do not want to lose you. I thought perhaps that you had found somewhere else on the web to post your writings. If that had been the case, I was hoping that you would tell us where you were headed, so we could stay in touch.
So you have decided to stay for a while longer. We are all glad.
Norbert
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Post by Rommie on Oct 6, 2005 6:18:49 GMT -5
Sweet mE, I too am thankful to our good Lord that He has lifted you up and that you are not leaving. We are all blessed so much by your insight and God given words that come from your inner being. It is a rare gift that only a few have been blessed with and I am always awed by your words.
Thank you for not taking that away from us and forgive me if I am being selfish, but there will never be another mE.
God Bless
Rommie
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Post by Bobute on Oct 6, 2005 22:00:22 GMT -5
BLESSINGS ROMMIE:
Thank you so much dear heart. If I could expalin my actions I would, but sometimes things become overwhelming as you well know. It is like being sent to school "over dressed." Off comes the hat, toss the mittens, open the coat and end up dragging it across the ground on the way home !!!
I felt a need to "shed" I guess. Trying to make the world go away, as long as it didn't go too far out of sight. Maybe the hurricanes have left mE weak like a rag doll. Now, completely oppsite, all I want to do is chatter, chatter, chatter!!!
I am here, thanking you for your prayers and compassion. The writing is on fast forward, for now anyway, so heer we go again xoxoxo
Angels on your pillow
Bobute, Marinochka
grandmother from the sea
mE xoxox
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