Sorry i stopped writing from Colorado. I just couldn't keep up and the negative energy flowed and I won't do that here.
I am home now and back in my own land...my own room, my own bed, my own rules. HA! That is a funny thought that I control this destiny. I so don't.
My life is controlled by outside forces as is everyones. Jobs, work, money, kids, friends...all is controlled. My life as of right now is controlled by my book, my kids, my house...and my money.
Life is good. It is exactly the way it should be. I am happy. I hope my kids are. Granted my son would prefer more frozen pizza and my daughter more mac and cheese. One daughter would prefer less cigarettes and two of my kids would prefer better transportation than they currently have, but overall, happiness is evident.
Goals are still waiting to be reached, however, and deadlines are looming near. It's been a great ride though and although times are about to change, we are ready for those changes. Maybe not welcoming them, but ready all the same.
Friends are plentiful all the way around and that is always a great thing. Great times and good friends. True friends. Not the people you know of or have heard of but the ones that walk in without knocking and can text at all hours...those kind of friends. True ones. The ones who know your parents. The ones who borrow money and pay it back. The ones who would never eat the last oreo or drink the last beer but yet, you wouldn't get mad if they did. Yep, those kinds of friends. We got those!!
So, all in all, life is good. We have sadness and turmoil. But we help each other through it. We have laughs and humor! We have a great time!
That's all for now. It's great to be home, back in my own land!
Until next time,
Casey
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Thursday, June 24, 2010
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Tribute to a friend
There is one thing that a woman loves; a man who knows who he is, a man who isn't afraid of who he is and a man who tells her what he wants her to know. This kind of man would never grow old!
I know this man. And he is brilliant in his mind. He recalls poems from his past as if reading them right from a book in front of him, but there is no book. These verses in his mind are about trees and sunsets, waves and brooks. Great loves of late and sad losses of love. They are rich in detail and sweet with sentiment. His voice is gruff but his words are soft. He doesn't care who hears him speak of things so beautiful or sweet; loving or free. He doesn't care if it makes him appear less of a man or not tough enough.
Tonight, he sat with me. We spoke of love and poetry. He smiled when I spoke to him and his eyes had a glimmer, a sparkle that, so often, we miss in men. He put his arm around me and told me he loved the way I loved him. He looked into my eyes and told me he would love to spend the evening with me.
And I smiled. I couldn't help but smile. He then laughed softly and said "you are so very pretty. Why are you so pretty?" I had no answer, but before I could speak, he simply asked me to take him home. I honored that request and pushed his wheelchair through the nursing home halls to the room that he called "home".
His room is small and almost barren compared to the life he has lived. He has had a life full of wonder and amazement. Being a small town girl from Iowa, his life has been far more amazing than I could ever imagine. But, in a few short sentences, he made me feel more amazing than if I were born royalty.
To him, I am not complicated or confusing. And if I am, he simply looked beyond that and told me what he wanted me to know. He knows who is, he isn't afraid of who he is and in December...he will turn 100.
Suddenly, that no longer seems old to me!
This was written last year for a dear friend of mine. He did in fact turn 100 years old that December and told us all he didn't feel 100. He found it hard to believe. Sadly, shortly after that, he quietly passed away as he slept. I will never forget my friend. And he was right, I really did love him.
I know this man. And he is brilliant in his mind. He recalls poems from his past as if reading them right from a book in front of him, but there is no book. These verses in his mind are about trees and sunsets, waves and brooks. Great loves of late and sad losses of love. They are rich in detail and sweet with sentiment. His voice is gruff but his words are soft. He doesn't care who hears him speak of things so beautiful or sweet; loving or free. He doesn't care if it makes him appear less of a man or not tough enough.
Tonight, he sat with me. We spoke of love and poetry. He smiled when I spoke to him and his eyes had a glimmer, a sparkle that, so often, we miss in men. He put his arm around me and told me he loved the way I loved him. He looked into my eyes and told me he would love to spend the evening with me.
And I smiled. I couldn't help but smile. He then laughed softly and said "you are so very pretty. Why are you so pretty?" I had no answer, but before I could speak, he simply asked me to take him home. I honored that request and pushed his wheelchair through the nursing home halls to the room that he called "home".
His room is small and almost barren compared to the life he has lived. He has had a life full of wonder and amazement. Being a small town girl from Iowa, his life has been far more amazing than I could ever imagine. But, in a few short sentences, he made me feel more amazing than if I were born royalty.
To him, I am not complicated or confusing. And if I am, he simply looked beyond that and told me what he wanted me to know. He knows who is, he isn't afraid of who he is and in December...he will turn 100.
Suddenly, that no longer seems old to me!
This was written last year for a dear friend of mine. He did in fact turn 100 years old that December and told us all he didn't feel 100. He found it hard to believe. Sadly, shortly after that, he quietly passed away as he slept. I will never forget my friend. And he was right, I really did love him.
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