My RIGHT To Know LIFE

Life’s lines get blurred when objective is lost
Many say my rights are of the utmost concern
Why then not counsel before such great cost
Not a decision made lightly, the truth to discern

Offer me solution, without destroying another
Tell me the truth as to what to expect
When offered the choice to abort me as mother
The expulsion of life, to relieve my regret

My anguish and panic are not for abuse
Not to be caught in agenda, while fact not disclosed
The remnant of child kept silent, as part of the ruse
Compassion means more, when life’s not opposed

If truly my rights are of the utmost concern
Truth be told please, in full disclosure
When does the rhythm of heartbeat on, turn
Life’s lines less blurred when in light of exposure

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY LITTLE BROTHER

Been thinking about you all day long.  I’ve been living it and feeling it for days.  I’m trying very hard not to run from, but rather into the missing you part of grief, with the same honor that was you.

Happy Birthday Little Brother

 

December 24th 1960, Michael Eugene Walker came to be.  You were a quiet little kid, may have something to do with the fact that you had two kind of strong older sisters who were hell bent on protecting you at all costs.

As your sister Janet pointed out to me a short time ago, you needed no protection and in reality you were the protector.

 

Happy Birthday Little Brother

 

I’m not totally sure I agree with Janet.  As a kid you were just too sweet and just a kid, who like everybody else was surrounded in one heck of a loving and dysfunctional family.

But I most certainly do agree that in life you did grow into the head of our family and you did as time progressed become the protector of each and everyone of us you loved.

When our father died you stepped up in the midst of craziness to honor your father and your siblings when insanity was attempting to rule. 

 

Happy Birthday Little Brother

 

I watched you grow into the man our father expected you to be.  Trust me when I say you did not disappoint but rather exceeded those expectations.  Your mother loved you dearly Mike and I hope that you now feel that love with no crap or strings attached.  I think in heaven it’s all bliss and nothing amiss, I praise sweet Jesus for that.

You were the best of brothers to your parent’s children and Pam, Janet and Danny too will forever be grateful for the gift of you.

 

Happy Birthday Little Brother

 

You fought so courageously this last two and a half years.  But again you were the strong one in your fight, your life and in your death.  With incredible willpower and kindness you managed to touch others through your grace and dignity.  I will never, ever forget my brother and those who loved him so. 

 

Happy Birthday Little Brother

 

Because of you little brother, no day without gratitude, no day wasted in blame, no excuses only the attempt to live in the grace that shined within you to the end.  I love you little brother!!!!!!

 

 

Happy Birthday Little Brother,

Crossing the Moon River

Norma Joanne was 80yrs old when she crossed the “Moon River”. She had pneumonia for the third time and had been in a hospice for almost two weeks.

While I am so grateful I have not had to experience hospice. I am also beyond grateful it existed for my mother and those of us who loved her so.

There are no words to truly express what it is like to watch someone die. It is agony to see your love one slip in and out of consciousness.

There were so many silent prayers between others and us who knew and loved her.
I believe my mother is now in the arms of Jesus but watching the process of her inevitable crossing was only made possible through a whole lot of love.

The love we had for mom, the love she had for us and the love we have for each other. It was because of the concerned and caring staff within the hospice that we were able to wrap ourselves up in all of it.

They made sure our mother was not in pain and watched over her diligently.
We too felt their compassion for us. I could tell they saw our mother through us crazy kids and I did so want to represent her well.

Our mother loved music, “Moon River” being her favorite. We sat in that room playing the CD player and being as comforted as we hope she was by the soothing sound of Nat King Cole’s “unforgettable”. My sister and brother danced hand in hand. I will never forget that sight of mom smiling as my sister knocked over the pitcher of water sitting at the foot of her bed.
The staff allowed us to be our mother’s kids and seemed to understand when we needed to make fun of each other, laugh and cry. It was a place of love and that is how we all wanted mom to go out surrounded by love and into more of it.

In closing I just wanted to say thank you to Michelle, Janice, Ashley, Chandra, Tim, Cassie, MaryLou, Dr. Sapp all the rest of you who work so hard and care so much. Donna, thank you for being with her at the end.
I will never forget your kindness. In the words of my mother, “you’re sweethearts.”

norma