2012 in review

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog.

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The new Boeing 787 Dreamliner can carry about 250 passengers. This blog was viewed about 1,800 times in 2012. If it were a Dreamliner, it would take about 7 trips to carry that many people.

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A Form Of Reality, The Good People

A life we live we always are trying to make right and find a beat. Yet many a time it’s cut short and ripped righr from bwneath our feet
Even the best of the best, and the best we can be gets torn up and taken away
How do we fight our lives when they are drawn beneath within cold bloods set free.
We don’t have to be a marine or in the army to be the best that we can be
We can find that alone in our own life journey
I’m not saying we all live on easy street
Nor am I saying life is easy by any means
I do know however that it’s always tearing apart at the seams.
Life is almost always twisted, not fair and a huge dismay.
Even when we live hour by hour and day by day knowing that tomorrow could be our last and final day
Living to be the best we can be in everything and every way.
When the world takes away what was once ours by blood and by roots as if it ment nothing to bring shame itself into life’s crazy twisted game.
It’s just not fair by any means
When the world takes and tears apart our blood and dreams.
Feeding us our last breath without even any warning at times, yet other times subtlety forshowing us to help us make the outcome change but at times we just dont understand until afterwards it’s just too late
It’s then that you’ve begun to see and understand the form of reality now lying in your very own hand
Many a time they try to make things right
it’s good women and men
Children and friends
Who’ve always been there
Been a friend
Held your hand throughout till the end
The good people that make the world a better place
A safer place
The type of people who think with their minds and not by bullets, or guns or a forbidden thought of gaining a fight
The type of people who earn, show and gain respect
As they fight deep in silence of their own given mind with hospital s and doctor’s caling them crazy
Locking them secluded from all other lives and saying that their mad and they have no friends.
When truths be told they are not crazy as said. They are thinking straight, properly picking their friends and unlike many to most doing exactly what they should be doing…using their heads as meant given by God himself.
Another good man taken and gone with spirits in the wind.

Thoughts inspired by a good man gone to soon by the wrongs of bad men who cared none.

For my dear friend Alex Linville
You will be held forevermore, yet also missed at each new coming year and all years thru.


It takes a soul to own a heart
It takes a heart to own your life
It takes a brain to feel inside that heart
But it takes everything to believe
Believe in yourself
Beelieve in faith
Believe in your life
It takes everything to believe and be happy and free
You have to believe in you
to believe in me

Like it takes miracles to believe your faith
Or seeing beyond the realm of earth to see an angel and her wings
You have to believe in you before you can believe in me

You have to hold hope dear and true
Making hope pure to believe
Once you believe it then becomes a reality

Mistletoe Kisses

Hanging small and silent hidden within the framework of a door or mantle
A holiday tradition never passed a moment on
Hiding usually unnoticed and snuck away in the corner to surprise someone when they’d least expect it
A favorite durong the christmas season
I must say not a tradition I have gotten to have probably since I was maybe thirteen
Not because I have chosen not to. But more because I have not had that special someone to.
However if I had I must be honest even then he would have be second kiss instead
As I think of that kuss under the mistletoe now
If I had a mistletoe to share
I would have to say I would want that special kiss right now to be shared with my daughter’s right now who are and make up my everything in life right now. Sarah would be my first with all her health at hand, then Brie my first born oldest example of the three and Jaimie my baby now of age four
Although I woild like to be able to look forward to somwthing more under the mistletoe
I couldn’t ask for anything more
These children of mine are my life
My reality
My everything
My everyday
They are the begining of my futures
My new family
My new family history
My new learned family traditions to be made
I prefer to give my mistletoe kisses to them this year instead

image written by J.Palmer aka HevnSwtAngel

My Tiny Little Girl – My Angel

You’d give your life for this child you bore
Yet right now you cant do much more.
Not knowing this disease hand in hand
Not even an understanding of what is still to come
How do I even face something of the unknown hidden in disguise
There is not even one thing I could even lend ideas to have toward this hidden frame work beneath her flesh and skin
One day all is well
All is okay
But any second or given moment everything could all change
What will the change bring
Answers I can not even say because
Below her skin is deep mystery
She is and always be my daughter
I just dont even know what to do or how to help her
I feel inside that one day maybe this disease will be no easy thing as it’s never been before; however this time it will be much much more so mich more than ever before
With talks of bone and marrow and transfusion in so many other children who are worse than her
My child who is still one year new to this specific disease layed on her life
I’m really okay knowing that she is facing a serious disease which God chose me to see, but I just wish I had more to understand and so much more to give
So many questions
So many answers in the search list
Prayers being sent twenty four seven
For one more good year to be added on to her life still
I dont even know if this will one day take her tiny hand from me but I know that is an underlying possibility
I just wish I could see her beneath the skin of possibility so I’d better be able to search the answers and know better what to give to help her the way that she may need
I can not see into her body to know what’s happening or what she may need
I can not give help for what I do not even understand it’s all just mystery lying below
As we just await for the opening and closing of the next chapter of her doors
But no matter how bad she may feel she always has a smile to portray as she continues to pull it thru
as she proclaims…”Mommy it’s okay…you’ll see it’s not my time to leave I dont want to leave…I want to stay”
My little girl never a faded smile
She carry’s her smile everywhere all the time
She knows the Angel she is deep inside
She knows how important she is to be here with me and I am not afraid for I know she is okay and safe
it’s all still the same I wish I understood so much more for her and knew just how the best I could better help her
No matter what she is still my tiny little girl
My Angel