Tommrow it will rain / you shall bloom / I will follow / I can’t explain / my wings / your sorrow / figure or fact / beg nor borrow / hear today ...
Tommrow it will rain / you shall bloom / I will follow / I can’t explain / my wings / your sorrow / figure or fact / beg nor borrow / hear today / gone tommrow / memories hollow
Someday Someday… on a clear, still, moonlit night; / To the beach, is where we’ll go. / With a blanket and hot chocolate already packed…
Someday Someday… on a clear, still, moonlit night; / To the beach, is where we’ll go. / With a blanket and hot chocolate already packed; / Walk, hand in hand, on soft, warm sand; / Down to the water’s edge, where we’ll dance awhile; / Oh, to hold you close and whisper in your ear; / Those three words you’ve longed to hear. / Brush aside the hair which hides your face; / See a smile grow and laughter kiss your lips; / Then sit with you ‘til dawn‘s early light; / Your hand in my left, hot chocolate in my right. / Precious moments, dreams and memories; / Someday… with you, I want to share.
This week, we will celebrate Thanksgiving. A national holiday that actually makes us stop and be grateful for what we have (and allows us…
This week, we will celebrate Thanksgiving. A national holiday that actually makes us stop and be grateful for what we have (and allows us to eat every possible carbohydrate made, but I digress) This holiday is going to be a bit empty for me. Earlier this year I lost a fantastic woman, my Nan. It was sudden, and when I say that I mean it wasn’t like she was sick or anything. She had fought and crushed 2 forms of cancer (throat and lung). She was all of 4’9” and 106 pounds. She was italian (except St Patricks day when all of the sudden would be more Irish then my grandfather). She LOVED baseball especially the Philadelphia Phillies. She would laugh and have a good time. I could go on and on about her. Thanksgiving is hard because this is the holiday dinner we would have her with my family (mom, dad, sister, etc). I smile as I type this with all the memories I got to make with her. You’ll notice that I put up a couple pics of her. I am doing this to have her with me on this venture. She would probably look at me like I had three heads for exploring this photography venture, however I know that as I grow and learn she’ll smile down on me. I love you Nan, Happy Thanksgiving!!
Yes we know they all love the wheel of fortune. A great story about an evening when I was with Great Gramma watching A Wheel of Fortune,...
Yes we know they all love the wheel of fortune. A great story about an evening when I was with Great Gramma watching A Wheel of Fortune, a little lifestyle humor to make you smile. Part of series from a book I have written about her life. Wheel of Fortune Night This is our Tuesday evening we share together as I visit weekly while Gramma’s daughter goes to socialize at weight watchers. Gramma loves to have visitors, a good companion to share current events of the world or just local gossip. We also catch up on the latest family news along with the happenings in Great Falls, Montana. / As we enjoy our couple of hours together Wheel of Fortune comes on and it is a regular show we watch while I visit. We had been out for our evening walk and checked to be sure all the neighbors were on their P’s and Q’s. Discussed the lazy fellow in the corner house who can’t seem to find time to mow his lawn much less trim the bushes. These bushes are on the corner where the two streets meet. If turning this corner should a little old lady be walking; if not careful she may be run over. Of course eventually someone says something to let him know it just isn’t safe for children at play. Of course our concern at present isn’t the children it is the little old lady who loves her walk. / When we return home we sit on the porch making mention of the flowers blooming as Gramma loves her flower garden. I get the broom and do my weekly sweeping of the ramp, porch and sidewalk. As I am sweeping I have to listen to my lecture how this sweeping isn’t good for me. Of course I am the one with the bad back not Gramma for sure. Over and over she says don’t do that, don’t sweep so fast and hard it isn’t good for you. You will hurt your back again. Gramma is the most limber older lady I have ever known, who our age these days can bend straight over and tie their shoes? She is almost 94 years old and she can. / Okay a little history there for you and we are now off to Gramma’s room. The television is on and here comes “Wheel of Fortune”. I am not sure why the elderly love this show however they do. Next of course here comes “that lady” as Gramma calls her. I am no television buff but I think it is Vanna White. Gramma just gets a kick out of the outfits she wears. She says: why does she let them make her wear these awful, unattractive outfits?” They have got to be uncomfortable. Well as she walks back and forth I say this is somewhat of a snug gown she has on tonight isn’t it Gramma? She makes another comment about those horrible shoes and how in the hang can she walk? Oh my gosh, as she turns again Gramma notices something. This is a cream color evening gown type dress, floor length with a brownish diagnal stripe pattern on it. When we see the rear view Gramma blurts out “look that dress is going up her butt”. I immediately look as this wasn’t something I had noticed. / Gramma is thinking out loud to let me know she doesn’t think this outfit is fit for television viewing. Oh Gosh, she says I just can’t believe this. Well she was so sure of what she was seeing and at first glance when brought to my attention I thought the same. I never had the heart to say Gramma that is the brownish diagnal stripe giving us the appearance of the dress creeping where it shouldn’t be. I felt I better keep my mouth shut and leave well enough alone. / Of course when I left the house thirty minutes later the episode continued to go through my head, along with that look of awe on her face. I think I laughed so hard driving home my eyes were watering. / So this is just yet another of the small tales that comes from spending a little quality, memorable evening with this wonderful elderly lady. I love her dearly she is such a hoot! These are times I will carry with me for my lifetime. If the opportunity is there my advice is take advantage of spending time with your elders. You will enjoy yourself and we all can only imagine how much it lights up their hearts and what it means to them. by Leta Davenport
I was aked the question in reply to one of my comments, I had to think for some time about it but this is an attempt at quantifying it…...
I was aked the question in reply to one of my comments, I had to think for some time about it but this is an attempt at quantifying it…..... / MEMORIES / this is what inspires me, everything that you see becomes an instant memory but the memories that really inspire me are …..... / My children / My Grandson / My friends who have passed on / My father / The sick children who, no matter what they have been thru, bounce back with that will for life / My friends who are still here / Sunrise / Love / Music / Nature / Laughter / Compassion / Giving / these are just a few of the things that inspire me…..........
I’ll never look at you like that again / you’re not the same / you have changed so much / the way you touch your face / reminds me of a place…
I’ll never look at you like that again / you’re not the same / you have changed so much / the way you touch your face / reminds me of a place we used to go / you may remember it / we used to sit and talk / we used to walk a lot / we had a secret place where shadows crossed your face / you used to brush them off / I didn’t tell you then but they didn’t go / I can see them now they were dancing on your brow / you looked so beautiful you still do now / but different somehow / you have changed so have I / that’s why I ‘ll never look at you like that again / ..........
Today is my Mother’s birthday. She would have been eighty-one years old. I wonder what she would have looked like, and how she would have…
Today is my Mother’s birthday. She would have been eighty-one years old. I wonder what she would have looked like, and how she would have felt about all the changes that have occurred in our world in the last thirty-six years. My children never had the opportunity to meet their Grandmother, my grandchildren their Great-Grandmother. None of them were to be blessed by her delightful laugh, nor were they to feel the strong presence of this wonderful and Magickal woman. All of us were robbed of her charm and beauty. On July 21st, 1972, my Mother was needlessly murdered in Phoenix, Arizona. It was called a random act of violence, kind of like a drive by shooting, just a gun that went off and a bullet that happened to fly through her kitchen window, penetrating her body and exploding deep inside her chest. She bled to death on the doorstep of her house, with no one to hold her hand and comfort her as she passed. The perpetrator was never captured. The detective who handled the case worked in frustration for many years, trying to solve a cold case that to this day is not resolved. I spoke with him not too long ago. He is retired now, but remembers the murder as if it occurred yesterday. He regrets that he could not bring justice to my Mother, and peace to the family that she was torn away from. Today is my Mother’s birthday. I celebrate for her, she who cannot celebrate. I remember her, the beautiful one who wiped my tears as a child, who comforted and consoled me when I was sad or injured. I remember the Mother who made me laugh, who took me on long road trips throughout Arizona, and to California, where her heart certainly belonged. I celebrate for the one who taught me to be who I am. Happy Birthday Mama!! April 14th, 1927 – July 21st, 1972 Posted 04/14/2008 A short edit here. Yesterday, the second rose of the season blossomed, from the same plant that my own birthday rose had come from. I was not able to cut it until today, and believe me, there were thorns aplenty. Here is my Mother’s very own birthday rose, bloomed just for her on her special day. /
FAMILY / Family loved but then sadly lost / / Always was there for you and me / / Memor…
FAMILY / Family loved but then sadly lost / / Always was there for you and me / / Memories are made to be treasured / / illness making you go when we want you to stay / / Loved ones are lost on this very day / / Yet to hope we all survive a nother day / and live life while we can. by ebonyjane
This week my image, “Flame”, is the weekly avatar for the Bubbleicious Group. I am deeply touched to have this image chosen. It was desig…
This week my image, “Flame”, is the weekly avatar for the Bubbleicious Group. I am deeply touched to have this image chosen. It was designed in memory of my Dad who passed away 10 months ago from today. I titled it Flame as a remembrance of the eternal flame of love that remains in my heart for a very special Dad. Thank you, Paula aka/Rpnzle, for your selection.
Thanx for the feature of ‘OldMemory’ on the 5th of June!! / !http://images-1.redbubble.com/img/art/border:blackwithdetail/product:laminate…
Thanx for the feature of ‘OldMemory’ on the 5th of June!! /
It has been eight years since my brother has seen the sun, held his loved ones, or filled a room with his unique laughter. Daniel Patrick…
It has been eight years since my brother has seen the sun, held his loved ones, or filled a room with his unique laughter. Daniel Patrick Sheehan, my brother, was needlessly and savagely murdered on June 8th, 2000. As a taxi driver, he had picked up a fare in the small town of Casa Grande, Arizona around 11:00 p.m. The two animals in the skins of human he had picked up subdued him, abducted him, and robbed him of his life. Michael Edward Anita and Dale Lester Kisto, one of whom met his own fate in a manner well deserved, the other serving a sentence which is, unfortunately, not for life, these two animals, knew what they were doing when they beat my brother over the head until it separated from his neck. They knew what they were doing when they buried his body in a place not yet discovered. They knew what they were doing when they stole my brother away from his family, stole his charm and his wit, his knowledge and intelligence, his love of life and his future. Today, I remember my brother. Danny, you are well loved and remembered often and fondly!
Many thanks to Just Brown Group for featuring “Classic Memories” and “Udon-The Love Of My Li…
Many thanks to Just Brown Group for featuring “Classic Memories” and “Udon-The Love Of My Life” :D Udon was really pleased about that!! /
Hi everyone, just wanted to say a quick thank you to the ‘Live, Love, Dream’ group and the ‘Bits & Pieces’ group for featuring my piece -...
Hi everyone, just wanted to say a quick thank you to the ‘Live, Love, Dream’ group and the ‘Bits & Pieces’ group for featuring my piece - Death is a Distant Memory Really appreciate it!!!
Sad news about Misty my Chocolate Lab of 8 years. When I got home from work last evening I noticed Misty was really ill (actually for …
Sad news about Misty my Chocolate Lab of 8 years. When I got home from work last evening I noticed Misty was really ill (actually for the past several days she wasn’t herself). I had an appointment to see our Vet tomorrow but we could not wait. We took her to Tuft’s Vet Hospital Emergency tonight. They found a large mass in her abdomen – cancer. They could continue to do endless tests and operate, but in the end her prognosis was very poor and she was suffering. So Joe and I decided to have her put down. I spoke to our vet this morning. She said it was the right thing to do. What Misty had was not curable. We could have let her linger for a few more hours, or days, or weeks, but she would suffer. That lingering would have been for us and not her. Just need to share. I would also like to share these wonderful memories of her….. but there are many more not in pictures! We will all miss her greatly….. even Blue our new dog already knows something has happened to her….. his buddy, pal, and great friend…... I will miss her greatly….. her greeting at the door every night when I got home from work with her food dish in her mouth, her “dog dance” when she saw me, her wake up calls at 6AM on Sat and Sun (all other days excluded!), her telling me she wanted her rawhide chew after breakfast and dinner, her can’t waiting to get up to Maine for her dips in “The River” ......but she trained Blue well….. cause he now does the same. MISTY…..MY BUDDY, MY PAL. “Life is a series of dogs” ..... George Carlin
Just a quicky, my sister has just joined RB and so I thought I would just write a quick journal so that if you get a spare few minutes yo…
Just a quicky, my sister has just joined RB and so I thought I would just write a quick journal so that if you get a spare few minutes you might just want to drop past and introduce yourselves. / I know how difficult it was when I first joined and although she hasn’t uploaded much just yet, I am sure there will be more to come. She is going to shoot me when she works out I did this but that’s what big sisters are for isn’t it. Her page is here. My mum joined RB a few weeks ago too but she uploaded one piece and then hasn’t been able to upload any more since. I just don’t want to get in trouble with her as I haven’t sent anyone to her page yet but Mum, seriously one piece – how can I send my friends to see your page when you have only one. While I am writing this journal, tomorrow is Teapot Day, my late Gran’s birthday. Take the time for a phone call or letter to a loved one, create some memories, find your teapot. Life is too short to loose touch with those you love.
Over Christmas and New Year I took a couple of weeks off work. But I also had a couple of weeks away from the computer, from the internet…
Over Christmas and New Year I took a couple of weeks off work. But I also had a couple of weeks away from the computer, from the internet, from answering my phone. Of course what happened was I started to think. About photography, the nature of creating things and releasing them to the world, but mostly about the meaningful interactions I’ve had online. One of the things that first drew me to RedBubble was the positive response to my photography. Heck, it feels good when people like your stuff and say so. But it went deeper than that. I’d admire someone’s favourites list and start to pay attention to them. Then I’d notice we were commenting on a lot of the same stuff. Not knowing anything more about that person, I’d feel closer to them, connected. Like I’d made a friend. Online we reveal some of our most personal feelings and thoughts. Whether directly through our words, or indirectly through our actions. The internet is house to a true society of people, with a full spectrum of personalities and desires. Perhaps it is the (thin) layer of online anonymity which allows us to expose ourselves and embrace vulnerability. There is something very cathartic about saying to the world ‘this is me and I am not afraid’ (even if you’re shitting yourself inside). Over time relationships develop and mature. Many of my closest friendships were established here on RedBubble, and much of our communication happens in bubblemail, on facebook, and in emails. I met my partner who I now live with on RedBubble too. These relationships are just as important and real to me as any other. They give me everything other relationships do – joy, entertainment, heartbreak, sorrow, confusing, tension and love.
This time in The Fringe Wow .... / !http://images-1.redbubble.net/img/art/border:blackwithdetail/product:laminated-print/size:large/v…
This time in The Fringe Wow .... / / I am the Memory of a Moment of Happiness (Link to Page) I am the lover’s gift; I am the wedding wreath; / I am the memory of a moment of happiness; / I am the last gift of the living to the dead; / I am a part of joy and a part of sorrow. Thank you to the Group Moderators
/ Adi / 2002-2008 / / Our little a…
/ Adi / 2002-2008 / / Our little and only son, Adi, recently died in a tragic accident. He was 6 years old and an awarded Nature photographer. / / / Always ready camera in hand / / I invite the RB community to join us in a balloon release ceremony on the 14th of April. We are releasing the balloons at 9:30 AM EDT (Boston time) sending our dear Adi messages to his cloud. As it is midnight or later in Australia and New Zealand, it would be lovely if the local community would join us throughout their daytime on the 14th of April in spirit, thoughts, releasing a balloon or just in any small symbolic act in memory of a little child. Handy local time >here A heartfelt thank you. Missing him dearly, Carmen and Omri Mandel / / / / / Celebrating Adi blog / / In Loving Memory poem / / /
Wow, I’m thrilled to know I won two challenges this week! Thank you so much to everyone who voted!! *LIVING CHRISTIANITY ~ “Fruits of …
Wow, I’m thrilled to know I won two challenges this week! Thank you so much to everyone who voted!! LIVING CHRISTIANITY ~ Fruits of The Spirit / LOVE / ART BY BUBBLE HOSTS ~ Bell Shaped / MEMORY BELL /
I remember a time not so long ago. I watched her play and watched her grow. Then one day there came a time. She gave us a gift her child …
I remember a time not so long ago. I watched her play and watched her grow. Then one day there came a time. She gave us a gift her child this time. When I grow old moving slower and gray. I will always remember our gift this way… William (Chuck ) Rewalt From Dad
I want to thank the 1st Things group for featuring the portrait...
I want to thank the 1st Things group for featuring the portrait i did of my beautiful Aunty who lost her battle with cancer earlier this year. For obvious reasons this piece is very special to me & so i also want to thank the kindness of those who have left such beautiful & thoughtful comments, your words are truly appreciated. Xxx Sarah
My Eskimo, The Lie, The Pain, The Love It started with a white lie, but I still loved you! / After the second lie, you hurt me but I …
My Eskimo, The Lie, The Pain, The Love It started with a white lie, but I still loved you! / After the second lie, you hurt me but I still loved you! / With trust tarnished the third and fourth lie, your deception shattered my heart into a million pieces. A hurt I have never felt before, a physical and mental pain so strong because my love and feelings for you are so strong. / How could you carry on these lies, whilst looking into my eyes? / You say you love me, but act as you are beyond me. / You think you can use me and still love me? / Should this Igloo still keep my Eskimo warm? / Would I be stupid to carry on? With my feelings so strong.. / .................................................... I Love my Eskimo & I’m sure he loves me From the start I questioned, Are you sure this is what you want? Do you want to experience the single life more? No I love you and want to have a new life with you. We engage our first hurdle in which an opportunity is given and the questioned asked again with the answer “I love you and want to be with you” I’m told he loves me and it’s true but in the blink of an eye he says, I’m not sure I’m in love with you, I think I need more time, I’m so confused. I always rush my decisions. Are we more just like mates? / My love for him so strong what am I to do? Now who is really confused! With so many great memories it hurts me so much, on one hand my anger just wants to let you go and the other to hold onto you because my feelings are so strong and we have a special bond. / We have enjoyed our time together so much, your happiness filled my heart. When I would come home and your are talking a million miles an hour because you are so happy, when you talk to your family about the things we have got up to and places we have been with such excitement. When I stare into your beautiful blue eyes so deeply with love making you blush. When you are so happy at work and others ask why and you replied “Because of my baby” When we have our tears of laughter moments sitting on the lounge together. We have shared our deepest secrets. With so much ahead of us how can these feelings just disappear? / I still cherish the thoughts of our grand travelling plans and the one I will hold onto forever is the thoughts of you taking me to Darwin and sharing your favourite locations and your childhood memories with me. The thought of you telling me about the places you wanted to take me still clear in my head. / With tears of emotions my Eskimo I love you. I love every little thing about you. Please don’t throw what we have away. What we have is more than just friends or mates. It is love! you have shown me this. I love you my Eskimo and this Igloo wants to keep your warm forever. Lots of love / Your Igloo / ........................................................................... This Igloo has melted! I have loved my Eskimo with all my heart and gave up everything for you. / Thinking that you are worthy of my love, thinking that you will always be true… / You did show me love but like a light bulb switching off it was lost. / I have trusted you a lot and you broke my trust. / This Igloo has melted with no Eskimo to keep warm. With no Eskimo to love and look after. / My broken heart will heal I know, it will take a long time but it will go, it will leave a scar so deep, it will remind me of you, but my forgiveness is there and that is because I loved you… / ............................................................................. Relisted 28.09.2009 / To this day and forever I will always love you. In my heart you will be to the day I die.
Thinking Of You – a short film of a sketchbook / ”!http://img7.uploadhouse.com/fileuploads/46…
Thinking Of You – a short film of a sketchbook / Thinking Of You sketchbook art – mixed media: collage, found advertising photography/art reproductions, ink, acylic on paper
Dearest Hillarie, In this very moment one year ago, you took your last breath and left us. I expected for you to fight and stay; I did…
Dearest Hillarie, In this very moment one year ago, you took your last breath and left us. I expected for you to fight and stay; I didn’t realize until later this was for my own selfishness. I remember the conversation where we discussed that you needed me in your life, despite our crazy family… not despite but more because. But the truth of the matter is it was I that needed you. You vanished and slipped through my fingers before I could tell you that although you weren’t born from my womb, you were linked to my soul. Please know that while you are not with us, you are with us. We talk to you and about you every day. While Jasper will only remember you like a dream, Samira still knows your angelic face in pictures. Brayden is turning into a teenager and I’m so thankful that he already received some of your mentorship on matters of being cool, girlfriends, and staying true to himself. He misses you the way the waves in the middle of the ocean miss the feel of sand. I promise, dear one, to continue to honor you and make sure your short life wasn’t forgotten nor in vain. I promise to keep you alive like the burning ember of love in my heart for you. Loving you always, Aunt Pj p.s. it took a while to write about you, but i have often now… and it helps. here are some of my favorites that i have shared. The Heart I / The Heart II / Obsidian / Wanderer / Vortex / photo boxes and red leather shoes / everything happens for the best Save a life – consider organ donation. /
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