Home With Her Loved Ones … Forever More


Home With Her Loved Ones … Forever More

Home With Her Loved Ones … Forever More
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

Wrinkles … loose skin hanging in folds

The body old, fragile … beauty long gone

She gets up to walk to the door … she groans

Oh, her poor hip … aching joints, chest … pain unlike before

She used to be young, beautiful, agile at … one time

Those days are gone … she’s left with her memories

In her mind she saw sunshine, herself running like the wind

Happy, free as a bird, from the pain that invaded her body

She held onto the wall for support as she walked

Before … she walked with such vigor, strong … lively

Now … she limped from the pain in her hip where she fell

Years ago … out the door she went … in a cowboy fall

She smiled at that memory … that was the fastest she ever went out a door

She lost her footing, flew out the door, tried to hold on, instead flew across the porch, landed on cement steps

Damn! That hurt like hell … she remembered hoping no one saw her

She raised her head to see, no matter the excruciating pain in her hip

She wondered who was at the door … the doorbell rung again

Her wrinkled, blue-veined hands turned the knob

Someone stood there … her eyes widened at the black hood

The black cape that hung to the ground … she felt the pain unlike before

In her chest, a storm began to play out … a volcano exploded

Her visitor took her by the hand, led her away into darkness

The pain was gone in her body, her soul was freed to soar

Soar with joy, happiness … Death had come for her

She went to Heaven, sensed other souls around her… she didn’t see faces

She ‘knew’ who each was, they were her loved ones, long gone before her

She was home, now … home where she belonged

No more pain, sadness, loneliness … she was home with her loved ones forever more
Photo/Poem Credit: is of me, owned by me … Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

She Just Died A Beautiful Death …


 

She Just Died A Beautiful Death …

 

By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

 

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I lay listening to the soft, beautiful music

Music of old … rambling rose, rambling rose

What a beautiful song to … die by

As I lay dying, for a moment it seemed eerie

The music sounded antiquey, sort of tinny

Sort of like on a horror show

I didn’t want to die a scary death

So, I got up … decided not to die today

When I die, I want it to be beautiful … happy

Happy, you say; how can dying be happy?

Dying happy means dying peacefully, not in pain

Dying, listening to soft, beautiful music

Sinking deep into the soft darkness

Soul being freed, ready to soar

Time to let go … time to let go

Soar high in the sky … look down below

At the body laying peacefully on the bed

A little smile on her lips, reaching her closed eyes

Soul has left the body … no more pain

Freedom to fly high into the air

My, my … she looks relaxed, so pretty

I think she … just died a beautiful death

Photo / Poem Credit: Photo is of me, owned by me. Poem is written by me. Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

Note by this author: Don’t ask me ‘why’ I wrote this … I began writing … and ‘it became this’ … :)

 

Sunshine In The Shower … Shower In The Moonlight


 

Sunshine In The Shower … Shower In The MoonLight

 

By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

 

A younger Granny Gee … Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee ………………………………..

Peeping from closed eyes, I see sunlight shining through the spray of water from the showerhead.

It sparkled, danced over my hair, my body. I loved it. Sunlight in the shower … my shower. I feel the breeze from the window nearby … I keep my eyes closed. I try to bring a special memory back …

I pretend I’m at the beach where I took the most wonderful shower in my life.

One evening late, I arrived at the beach. I was very young, and alone. I drove on the highway where I saw a rustic shower house. I drove into the empty parking lot. It was getting dark … night lights were on. The moon was shining bright.

I walked up the boardwalk … entered the shower house cautiously. I walked to each stall to make sure it was empty. I had an idea!

I wondered if I had the nerve … decided yes, I was going to do it! I took my dress, sandals off …. folded all neatly, placed them on the wooden bench.

I turned on the shower … waited for it to get warm. It never got warm, so, I stepped under the cool water. I closed my eyes, and enjoyed the breeze blowing under the wall that enclosed the shower. It felt … wonderful on my skin.

I enjoyed my shower that night …. no one was around. I felt I was doing something special, daring … it was my wonderful, happy secret.

All these years, that one shower made such an impression on me.

I try to recapture that feeling ever once in a while. I open the window in my bathroom when the wind is blowing … close my eyes in the shower, pretend I’m back at the beach that night.

I love it, also … when the sun shines, making my shower a happy place to bathe. I love how it shines through the shower curtain creating a cheerful light.

I don’t know about you … but, I love my soaps, and good scents to bathe with. Shower time is a special time for me.

The best shower I ever took was at the shower house … that night! I love sunshine in the shower! I love to shower in the moonlight!

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Photo/Story Credit is mine, Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

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Note by author: This is a true story. I did this as a young woman. When the moon would get full, I would jump in my car, drive all the way to the ocean to walk on the beach.

I would let the wind blow my long skirt around my legs, and listen to the waves as I walked, and danced to the waves around my ankles.

The moon would glow on the water, make it sparkle… kiss my face as I looked up at it. It was a wonderful, wonderful feeling.

I would stop, listen to the sound of the waves breaking … wish I could stay there forever. Peaceful … oh, so peaceful.

 

You Might Mistreat People, Animals …


 

You Might Mistreat People, Animals …

 

By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

 

Our three Pups… they are treasured, loved by us.  They are ours to love, protect, care for.  That’s what Pups are for … to be loved… not isolated, mistreated… left at the mercy of other wild animals ………….

 

Have you ever sat, watched Discovery Channel … see the wild animals go about their life? Do you ever think about how dangerous life is for … a wild animal?

I think about things maybe a lot of people don’t think to … think about. I look at things a lot of people don’t think to look at. You look at a photo … I look at the background. That sort of thing …

I was watching how dangerous it is for monkeys when they jump from limb, vine to vine … make a misjudgment, lands in the river. What gets him? Nothing but, a huge-ass crocodile!

I think about people getting little puppies who are away from their litter-mates, mother for the first time. What do they do? They stick them outside, alone … at the mercy of wild animals who eat, maim such. They cry for comfort, love that they’ve always known. Shame on people who do such… double-shame on you.

I’m not for putting dogs on a chain, or in an isolated fence away from the house. Why in the hell would someone get a dog … if they are going to do that?

No way … can anyone convince me to think that’s a good way to treat an animal. Give the dog away to someone who can make it a family pet… give it love it deserves.

You don’t know it… but, doing a dog like that … reflects on … your character. An awful … reflection. If you will take time to look in your neighbor’s eyes… you’ll see … dislike for what you do with your dog. They might pretend to like you but, inside … you just don’t know.

I watch little rabbits hopping along merrily … until I see it isn’t ‘merrily’… at all! Something is chasing it … it’s part of the food chain.

I feel sadness inside … I know life is that way, and I have to accept it. Animals live in constant danger at all times. Something bigger wants to eat them for lunch … it’s survival of the strongest.

I guess it’s that way with us humans, also. Something always wants from us … human predators. If we are in the ocean, we can become human bait. If we are in the wild, we become human food. If we are isolated in remote areas … some people eat each other.

Crazy thoughts, yet … they are true. Do you ever think of such, never bother to share such with others? These are my ‘Gloria Opinions… Thoughts’ … if you don’t like me for them … I wonder ‘why’? You might mistreat people, animals…

 

 

Photo/Story are owned by me, Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

 

My Tears … Fall Inside, Hidden From The World


 

My Tears … Fall Inside, Hidden From The World

 

By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

 

 

 

Photo owned by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.  This is the last photo taken of Tommy just a few hours … before he died on May 29, 2010.  Who would have ever thought?  He died, running, playing on the beach with his little three year old son.  He got there … just in time … to play for a few minutes … collapsed on the soft sand …

 

Sometimes … I pause, think … I can’t believe Tommy’s not here, anymore. I mean, I can’t believe he isn’t … here, anymore.

I picture him in my mind … I see his bright Tommy smile … like a happy glow around his face. Like a cartoon picture of the sunshine … with happy sun rays around it. I draw them, sometimes.

I picture his blue-green eyes, blonde hair. I see a tall, handsome guy standing there. My son … my son, whom I was so proud of.

I listen to his soft voice, fun laugh in my mind. He loved to joke, play pranks. He could laugh like the cowardly lion … and I would laugh until I cried, listening to him.

Sometimes, we would begin talking, and talk about something funny … both of us would begin laughing … and laugh harder when we looked at each other’s eyes. One of us would say something more funny, and we’d laugh more.

I loved my son. I really miss him. I don’t cry now, as I once did. I do feel … bittersweet. I do feel sadness in my heart.

How did I accept my son’s death? I’m not sure when I did … Sometimes, I do feel some of the old, panicky feelings inside … I try to let go of them, quickly.

I would have never guess I would have to grow older without my child being … there. I never had a clue that such would happen … I knew he would be there, always.

I remember being very sick, trying to prepare him for something happening to me. I knew my son loved me with his heart … I was afraid for him … if I died.

I never thought to prepare myself for my son’s … death. Today … when I think of him, I smile with great sadness in my Heart. My tears … fall inside, hidden from the world.

 

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Photo/Story Credit: is of my son, Tommy.  Both are owned by me, Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.

 

Fatal Infection … (Learn how an everyday thing almost killed my husband … something we all do … know what to do, if it happens to you)


 

Fatal Infection … (Learn how an everyday thing almost killed my husband … something we all do … know what to do, if it happens to … you)

 

By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

 

Photo Credit:  Of, and owned by Gloria Faye Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

 

Well … let me begin with August 3rd, Sunday … Skip was moving some old, rusty fence wire. He was just making thing neat outside.

He got stuck by a little piece of wire sticking out. I told him to wash it with soap, and water … put peroxide on it. He didn’t think it necessary.

Each day, the little place began to get much redder, ‘bigger’ red than the day before. He thought it would get better … it didn’t.

Skip came home on the evening of the 6th … he was having cold chills, shaking all over, high fever. His blood pressure had soared very high. Not only that … his arm had swollen so big … huge! I drove him to the Emergency Room.

There … as soon as the doctor looked at his arm … and listened to me … he ordered antibiotics by IV, a tetanus shot, and pain medicine. He told Skip that he had almost … waited too late.

‘Too late’ … meaning the infection could have been fatal. He kept telling Skip that he should have come in earlier, instead of waiting … 4 days to come in!

Skip stayed in the hospitals on continuous antibiotics for almost 5 days! He was in really bad condition. When his doctor came to see him, she told him about waiting as long as he did. She told him that it could have turned into sepsis, and be fatal.

I was talking to a nurse … she told me that when you break the skin, you need to wash it out ‘right now’ … with soap and water. Even ‘squeeze’ the wound a little to let it bleed some.

I have learned so much through the past week … I will always run to wash a wound if I become hurt. I keep thinking how in ‘old days’, this was one of the things that … killed people. No one would really know why someone died. People didn’t know to wash their hands, much less … wash a wound out when cut on something.

Skip is home, now. Thankfully, he’s going to be alright. He is now, on oral antibiotics for a week. We both know to wash any wound out as soon as possible … to keep from getting a fatal infection. Skip almost … died.

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Photo/Story Credit: Owned by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

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Note by this author: 2014 … My husband, Skip … got stuck by the wire on August 3rd … he didn’t seek medical attention until August 6th. He was immediately put on IV with antibiotics, admitted.

He stayed on antibiotics, shots in his stomach to keep blood clots from forming. Medicine to bring down his blood pressure; medicine for the really bad pain in his arm. He had become confused from the high fever he kept for several days. He got to come home the evening of August 11th. He is on two different oral antibiotics for another week.

Remember, you can prevent this from happening to you. Simply wash any break in the skin with soap and water. Myself … I would put some peroxide on any wound after I wash it …. strictly what ‘I would do to myself’. I’m not a doctor, so … I can’t advise anyone.

If you would like to know more … Google ‘cellulitis’ … and ‘sepsis’.  If you ever see redness around the wound begin to … spread … get to the doctor!

 

#Cellulitis

#Sepsis

 

My Characters Speak For Themselves …


My Characters Speak For Themselves …

By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

Photo is of me, owned by me … Gloria Faye Brown Bates/ aka Granny Gee …

I wanted to take a few minutes to let people who know me, don’t know me … to know that I write stories … they aren’t necessarily true stories.  I add my thoughts to my stories to make them real.  Some people take them too seriously, sometimes.  I feel like when they do, I wrote the story … ‘real’ enough.  :)

Sometimes, I will hear something in the background on tv, around me … and go off on a writing spree.

Example:  the story I wrote about ‘I Don’t Give A Damn How You Are’ … that story came from hearing in the background on tv … a woman in an office setting saying, “hello-ooooooooooo, how-wwww are-eeeeeeeeeee you-uuuuuuuu”.

I began instantly thinking about how fakey it was … how it bothered me to hear someone say that.  I worked in an office setting for years, and I knew when one of the women said such in ‘that tone’… it wasn’t real.  They really didn’t give a damn.  Truth is the truth.

Anyway, I think people really thought I was meaning myself … like it was me who didn’t give a damn ‘how you are’.  It wasn’t me.  It was just writing.  It was one of those times, I went off on a little writing spree.  It was taken too seriously.

I am going to say this to those who don’t know me, and are new to my writing.  I’m a for-real good person who has been through very bad things in my life.  I ‘could have been very, very bad’ … from the things that happened … I chose to be a good person.  I do care about people, feelings… animals.

I am very private, but, it doesn’t mean I don’t notice, or care about people around me.  I care more than anyone knows.  Sometimes, I don’t know how to show it.  When someone begins getting too close to me … I begin backing off.  It’s just me … it doesn’t mean I’m mean, or bad.  I can’t afford to be ‘too close’ to anyone … I don’t need any extra pain.

I don’t write about any one thing.  But … one thing that I do write at any time is grief, and remembering Tommy, my son.  I know pain, grief … how most things in life feel from experience.  It’s why I write … and I don’t need anyone to feel sorry for me.  I don’t feel sorry for myself.  No one has to take what I write … too seriously.

Whenever, I see someone doing that (I read the comments you write) … I have to stop time to time … to write what you are reading at this very moment.

Just know that whatever happens to be on my mind … isn’t for anyone to take too seriously.  The story I wrote about the mother (Is This What My Son Died … Fighting For?) … wasn’t a true story in my life … but, it is in … someone’s life.  It just came to me, when my heart felt for the mother of a soldier who died in Afghanistan.  No, I didn’t know her … but, as a mother of a son who died … that came to my mind.

We are all human, and we focus on what’s in our immediate life.  I know we all aren’t aware every moment that young men are on foreign soil fighting, losing their lives for us.  I think of it a lot; some people do.  We have to live life wherever we are … I realize that.  We are what we think about …

Anyway … just know, I am a most caring, compassionate person.  No matter what I write, the several ‘ugly’ words I use from time to time … doesn’t mean I’m not a good person.

When writing, one has to write what’s on one’s mind at that time … sometimes, in order to be written as it needs to be … an ‘ugly’ word has to be used.  It doesn’t mean I’m being ugly.  That’s what writers do …  ‘My characters speak for themselves’ …