Have you ever been stuck, unable to put words together even though you love to write?
That’s where I am at this moment. That’s where I’ve been for a while.
I have a story that I need to tell; one that gets in the way of all that I want to say with words on a virtual page. It’s history. It’s one that causes hurt; one that must live on so that a person I loved dearly doesn’t fade into forgotteness.
I always write with a purpose, a practical view that shares something that has meaning to me. I’ve shared many experiences here, but this one needs to be in a place that will survive time. Until I can get those words down, I will remain silent.
Those words bring pain, regret and are the hardest I’ve ever tried to write. Please bear with me. I haven’t abandoned this place of creative outlet and shared experiences, I just need some time to finish getting these thoughts down.
Patience is more than just a virtue. It’s understanding. It’s a friend keeping silent while you share something that hurts. It’s taking the time to listen even if the words are punctuated by silence while the telling is interrupted by tears.
Thank you for your patience.
I remember my teenage son coming into my home office one afternoon. I was working on a piece of software and what caught my eye is he sat down in the only other chair in the room. This rarely ever happened, teenagers being teenagers, so I stopped what I was doing and turned my wheelchair to face him.
“I’m thinking about joining the army,” he said. Continue reading
I want to wish a happy Veterans Day to all the U.S servicemen and women that have worn the uniform. To those that made the ultimate sacrifice, we are forever in your debt. May God bless you. Thank you for your service!
Back in the early 90’s a coworker and I decided to rent a sailboat for a week. We both took all but one shift off (that’s the breaks when you work in the medical field). This is one trip I shall never forget.
The day came and we made the short drive to Annapolis Maryland to where the sailboat was moored in a slip. On the way we stopped to pick up beer, soda and some snacks. When we got there, we had to park a good ways from the boat. Fortunately, they had a cart there we could use to transport the snacks and beverages to the boat. It took 2 trips to get the stuff down to the dock. Continue reading
I remember years ago, while working in Pediatric Intensive Care (PICU), I was told I had a patient to see in bed 5. Part of assessing his needs involved checking his history in his chart. While reading through, I discovered that the boy was chronologically fifteen years old, but emotionally and intellectually he was at the 12 month old level. Continue reading
As I lay here this morning waiting for the Phenergan to ease my nausea from the chemo meds, I remembered a piece I wrote that made me smile. Being in love in the springtime is such a beautiful thing. Enjoy: Continue reading