Can I Target Practice On Your Green Man?


Can I Target Practice On Your … Green Man?

By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

 

 My Wooden Green Man … No, you can’t target practice on it!

I have a wooden green man nailed up at the shed where we park our cars. I love that … green man.

He can bend his arms, knees, ankles … well, I would have to bend them for him.

He can sit in a chair … one could sit a flower pot, or … yourself in his lap.

That’s all I can think of that he ‘can do’. Oh, he’s just ‘hanging around’, now. I saw my green man some years ago … at a yard sale.

Yesterday, our friend walked over, sat down at the picnic table. He caught sight of my green man.

What in the world is that, Gloria? That’s my green man! What is your green man for? I told him. He didn’t say anything, until … today.

He called Skip. “Hey, Skip, ask Gloria if I can come over, target practice on her green man?”

Photo Credit/Story is owned by me, Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka &grannygee

This is a true story … every man that sees my green man … wants to target practice with it! No!

 

Sleep … To Visit The AfterLife


Sleep … To Visit The Afterlife
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

 

 

 

 

Tommy, and his beautiful little son, Taban … a very special child in my Heart ……..

 

 

 

 

Walking down the dark road, I saw headlights coming toward me. Run! Run! I began to run until I came to a place that bushes weren’t covering the rail fence. I climbed over it quickly.

 

 

I saw my friend, Ms Nancy, who had somehow separated from me. She held her hand out to reach for mine. I grabbed it. Come! She pulled me behind her … we ran fast. Danger! Danger!

 

 

We ran to a forest. She must have known the way, because soon … we were safe, it was okay to get my breath. Somebody wants to kill me. Why?

In this dream, I was constantly running away from danger. I never knew ‘who, where’ the danger was coming from.

 

 

Suppose I was living in the afterlife in my dream … that wouldn’t be good. I don’t the afterlife would be bad … maybe I went to Hell in that dream … mmm-mmmm.

 

 

I dream in color. I can’t imagine dreaming in black and white, or in gray. I hear people say that’s all they dream in. Boring …

 

 

I love colors … I follow colors … sometimes, they can get me … in trouble. Well … not real trouble. :) But, I may forget where I am, follow without looking where I’m going. I could wander off … leave everyone behind. :)

 

Sometimes, when I dream I see Tommy. Tommy, my son who died May 29, 2010 on the shore at Myrtle Beach, SC. He’d been running, playing for the first … last time with his little three year old son at the beach. He’d been looking forward to doing … just that.

 

 

I remember his face telling me he was going to play with Taban at the beach. I remember his eyes telling me. I remember looking at him while he spoke. He had a glow about him … the sunshine glow that happened each, every time he smiled.

 

 

He had the biggest smile on his face. Going to the beach to play for the first time ever with his little son … was very important to him. That moment forever … stayed one of my last memories of my son.

This was the evening before … he collapsed while playing with Taban.

 

 

Thank-God, he did what he was truly wanting to do … Taban can grow up knowing how special he was to his father. Also, at Tommy’s last moments … he was sending me some photos of Taban just before … the phone fell out of his hand.

 

 

The thought came to me that suppose when we slept, we lived in another dimension … the afterlife? I don’t think we do because of all the crazy dreams we have at times.

 

 

Suppose … the ‘bad’ dreams meant we visited … Hell? The ‘good’ dreams … meant we went to … Heaven?

 

 

Wouldn’t it be nice to have both options … to sleep to visit our loved ones. Wake up to be in this world … and when our bodies finally gave out on us … we could choose to sleep forever, be home in the afterlife with our loved ones.

 

 

Oh, if one were tough enough … choose to go to Hell, to visit someone? Mmmm-mmmm …..

I Have Stopped Drinking Diet Soda As Of … Twenty Minutes Ago!


I Have Stopped Drinking Diet Sodas As Of … Twenty Minutes Ago!

By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

 

  Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee …

This morning, I was sitting here, watching The Doctors. Something I saw on there … finally convinced me to make a decision. I can let go, easily …now.

No, I won’t do it again, unless … it’s the only thing around. Then, I will decide how long it’ll be to get to something else. If it will be a long time, I will do it.

What is ‘it’, do you ask? Well … drink diet soda! Oh, my! How many times, have I heard over, and over … what diet soda can do to one? How many times … does it take to finally … hear?

I guess it takes a certain voice, a visual image, a fact you never heard before … this morning, one fact stood out to me. That was diet soda could help to bring on a cardiac event.

I don’t need that. I have a heart condition that I was left with … after my chemotherapy sessions some years ago. The drug, adriamycin … was the culprit. How can I say ‘culprit’, when it was one of the drugs that helped to save my life?

I went into congestive heart failure, almost died. I didn’t know I was in the world … until I came back, smiling at the doctor I was looking up at. I remember that night … I smiled all night long … I was so happy to be alive!

So, I don’t need a … cardiac event. I know what that’s like. It ‘can take you away from here’.

I don’t need teeth to turn yellow, look like teeth on someone who does a drug called crack. I didn’t realize that!

I am aging okay ‘now’ … that I’ve learned to cope with my son’s death. I don’t need … the extra aging diet sodas cause over time. I’m doing ‘good enough’ … on my own!

I don’t need the extra weight that drinking diet sodas cause over time. So, I will work on that, ‘now’!

They used a make-up artist on The Doctors, to make up a young woman to show her how she could become in years later from drinking diet sodas. Oh, my God!

So … I’m not trying to tell you what to do (because I love diet sodas, also!) … I am telling you what I’m going to do! I have stopped drinking diet sodas … as of twenty minutes ago!

 

Photo/Story Credit is owned by me, Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.

Note by this author:

I stopped drinking diet soda for a time in the past …. well, I began drinking it again. I think I was addicted to it! It ‘pulled’ me back to drinking it. It really is ‘too good’….

 

It Takes A Stranger To … Bring Tommy Back


It Takes A Stranger To … Bring Tommy Back
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

 

 My son, Tommy, died May 29, 2010, at Myrtle Beach, SC

 

I sit waiting, as I do … I people watch
I’ve always done such … now, I watch for someone special

 

 

Strangers laughing, talking … going their way
To where, I do not know

 

 

I watch with a soft smile on my lips
I love to see life moving along in harmony

 

 

Oh! I see what I’ve been waiting to see!
I raise up off my seat to be sure not to miss a thing

 

 

The sunshine turns into a spotlight, the world becomes a stage
I watch the main character walk into view

 

 

I catch my breath in my throat … it’s him!
Hair of gold … smile as bright as the sunshine

 

 

Walking tall, good posture … like a gentle giant
He never notices me, nor senses my reaction

 

 

I’m standing, don’t remember when I stood
Warm tears flow down my cheeks …

 

 

I smile, relax … sit back down
I’m so happy to see the stranger, whose name I don’t know

 

 

Who played the part of my son, Tommy
The main character, brought him alive to me … for a few moments

 

 

I sit, think … I wonder who, when … someone will do this again
Play the part of my son … bring back alive so, I can ‘see him’

 

 

See him come alive if just for a few moments
Walk, talk, smile … laugh

 

 

How do I not know … it isn’t really Tommy
Come back for a moment or two … to ease my grieving Heart?

 

 

To make his mother smile through her tears
A stranger … making Tommy come alive for a moment, or two

 

 

I can’t watch my grandson grow up, who looks like his father
I have to watch a stranger who stars in a … Tommy show

 

 

It takes a stranger to bring Tommy back, so … I can see someone look like him
When I should be seeing his son grow up … like his father did

 

 

I should be watching my grandson through the years ahead
Seeing ‘how like’ … Tommy, he is

 

 

Seeing if he grows as tall as Tommy, combs his hair like Tommy
If he walks, sits in perfect posture as his father did

 

 

Hear his soft voice, laugh … watch his mannerisms
I should see my son through my grandson … it takes a stranger to bring Tommy back

 

 

 

Photo/Story Credit belongs, owned by me, Gloria Faye Brown Bates. Photo is of Tommy, my son, holding his only son, Taban.

I Had Lost My … Self


 

I Had Lost My … Self

 

By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

 

 

 

I found ‘myself’ for a moment here … in the mirror.  See my happy smile!  Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

 

Well … I’m a middle-aged woman. It came sooner than I knew. Of course, there have been at least six to ten years in my life of life-threatening illness, and the loss of my son … that numbed me to life.

So, I don’t count those years in my age. That’s right … it’s not fair to add those years to my age … I don’t remember living them. Isn’t it amazing to be … so, in another world, you can’t remember life?

That means things in life were so … bad. Fighting a battle to live from disease, illness… fighting a battle to live when one of your most loved ones … dies … your very own child.

There’s no way you can imagine such, if you … yourself, have never experienced it. You might say you do, because ‘so and so’ in my family is sick, or going through such. There’s no way you know … unless ‘it’s you’ … who go through it all.

Can you imagine ‘waking up one day’ … to ‘look for yourself’? This would sound strange to you if you’ve … never done it. Imagine being in a coma … you know nothing for months, years … you wake up to life … and you begin living it … becoming aware of life again.

You become interested in being a person again … you look in the mirror … you don’t ‘know the person in the mirror’. You begin to ‘look for yourself’ in the mirror each time you go to it.

Once in a while, you might ‘see a hint of the self … you remember’. Oh, what a wonderful feeling that is! ‘There’s you’!

I’ve done this twice in my entire life. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. I would run, grab my smartphone … take a photo of ‘me’! The sad thing is … sometimes, ‘me’ disappeared before I could get the photo.

Then, I would see a person in the mirror … I didn’t recognize. I had lost ‘my … self’.

 

One Doesn’t Have To Do Anything … In Darkness


 

One Doesn’t Have To Do Anything … In Darkness

 

By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

 

 

 

 

Darkness … soft darkness. Mama! Mama, please tuck the blanket around my ears like you did when I was a little girl.

Yes, I ate something. Hearing Skip’s voice asking me had I eaten while he was at work. I didn’t know if I had or not … I didn’t know anything… it didn’t matter. Yes, was my answer.

So cold, I need more blankets. Turn the air-conditioner off. I shivered under my thick layer of blankets in … 100 degree heat.

Itching … in the soft darkness, I constantly itched. I’m not sure if I scratched or not. I wasn’t aware … these were symptons of … cancer … non-Hodgkins lymphoma.

I got up out of the darkness, to shower. Time to go to get chemotherapy. I was dressing … having a hard time doing so. Very weak, could hardly stand. I was still … independent … I’d do it myself. It was my will … to fight.

Skip walked into bedroom. His expression changed … I’d never seen such shock on his face as I did that day. It reached me in the state I was in.

I looked at him, asked what was wrong. I knew it had to do with me. I had lost so much weight in a short time (another symptom of cancer) … of course, I didn’t know it, I was too sick. I wore loose-fitting gowns, so … he hadn’t noticed.

In just weeks, I had lost probably fifty pounds, and I was … thin. I had wanted to lose weight ‘before’ … at this time, I didn’t think about it. Weight … what is weight? It’s unimportant …

I am alone in the house … I wanted to get up, go outside in the sunshine. Holding on to the wall, door … managed to get to back door.

Hard to open the door, my hands are like … rubber … from the chemotherapy drugs. I don’t consciously think of this at that time. I wanted to go outside …

Standing on the back porch … the sunshine blinded me. My eyes are blurred … tears fill them. I can’t see well through the medicinal fog I was in. I saw my hoe near the porch … I loved to plant flowers.

I wanted to hold the hoe in my hands. I made my way to the edge of the porch, my hands reach out to get the hoe. Oh my … oh! The hoe felt awful in my hands! It felt … alien. I couldn’t bear to hold the handle … it … hurt. I let go of it.

My hands had become weaken, so ‘unused’ to holding things. I couldn’t hold any weight. Things felt … rough to my very smooth hands. They weren’t used to doing anything … one doesn’t have to do anything … in darkness.

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Photo/Story Credit: are owned by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.

All I wrote here, is true. I was trying to give you an idea of being near death … not conscious of it … the darkness … awareness of things once taken for granted … the strangeness, later (the hoe).

I shared just a few conscious moments in time when I was very sick, fighting my battle to live from cancer. My battle lasted over three years. I thought it was the worse thing I’d ever had to live through in my life … until … my son, Tommy, died.

 

I know what it’s like to live in darkness … there’s nothing to do there … but, ‘be’.  By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

 

Sometimes … Pretty Can Be Dangerous!


 

Sometimes … Pretty Can Be Dangerous!

 

By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

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Don’t pee in the pool … if you are an adult. Don’t turn the pool into a … bathroom.

Public pools can be dangerous. Don’t go in if you have diarhhea; don’t change diapers near the pool. Bacteria … is all over the place at public swimming pools! Ecoli bacteria …

Chlorine doesn’t always take care of bacteria … just because it smells strong, doesn’t mean it’s … killing everything.

Have you ever seen the water turn … yellow, around someone? Or see … a t___ floating in the water? Oh, my God … I haven’t, but… I’ve seen ‘people t___s’ in the water. Obnoxious people …

Pools are overcrowded, and if each person peed in the water … and they really do … you are swimming in … p___! A cesspool that … looks pretty! It’s the truth … maybe a little harsh … but, true … nevertheless.

Some pool water has a chemical in that turns blue … if someone pees in the water. Mmmmm-mmm … all blue water …

It’s like getting into a hot tub … people sit there drinking, do all kinds of things in the water. It looks bubbly, pretty … inviting. Sometimes … pretty can be dangerous. :)

Photo/Story Credit… are owned by me… Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.

One could go on, and on about the dangers in a swimming pool. We all have a mind … all we have to do is think about what we, as humans … can put in the pool. These days … there can be more in the pool water, around the pool … than just ‘pretty’…