She Died Be-Bopping … to the Music in Her Head

She Died Be-Bopping … to the Music in Her Head
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee/@GeeGranny on Twitter

Photo of light in a bottle our friend made for us … I love this bottle .. so comforting …
This medicine has the potential to kill your ass.  It can make you sweat, groan, moan … have diarrhea that will dehydrate your body until you have nothing left in you.
Not only that, side effects are:  uneven walking, flopping your gums and arms at the same time, sneezing, coughing up blood, risk of heart attack, stroke … cancer.  It can cause memory loss, crossed eyes … saliva to drool from your mouth.
Feeling sleepy, faint, heart beating too fast, shallow breathing … she had just taken her medicine 30 minutes earlier … no, she wasn’t feeling well at all.  That’s why she took her medicine … she never thought to question it.
She always took her medicine faithfully twice a day … to make her feel better.  She never associated the medicine pulling her down, causing her to feel bad, be sick every day of her life.
Each time she went to the doctor he would prescribe her several more bottles of medicine.  Like a good girl … she would get her prescriptions filled, bring her medicine home … place it on the table along side the many other bottles of medicine she took … every day.
She had all her 40 bottles of medicine lined up in rows.  This row of medicine would help her heart … this row of medicine would take care of all her pain … this row of medicine would stop the bleeding in her stomach … this row ……………… it went on and on.
The doctor kept prescribing her medicine, never bothering to ask her for a list of the medicines she was ………………. currently taking.  He just assumed she was intelligent enough to know when he gave her medicine … she would know what to do.
What dumb ass would still take … all the medicines … the doctor ever prescribed her?  He never gave it any thought.
She knew what to do, all right.  She took her pills from each bottle … twice a day never knowing the toxic effect all was having on her.
One morning, she got up … ate her breakfast, began lining all her pills up on the table.  She had an extra-big glass of water ready to help her as she swallowed those pills.
Feeling nauseous, she began to stagger to the bathroom to vomit.  She never made it.  She fell onto the kitchen floor … blood seeping out of her eyes, ears, and mouth.  Her eyes stared vacantly into the distance … she was dying.
She was dying to the music in her head … the music on a commercial she always paid attention to … it advertised the very medicine she had just took.  She could hear the man’s voice listing the side effects of the medicine … she died as she moved her head in rhythm to the music.  It had such a catchy little tune …
When all was said, done … it was determined the woman killed herself taking all that medicine.  Why would anyone in their sane mind do such a thing?  Why?  There’s no way anyone would intentionally take that many bottles of medicine unless … it was suicide.
The woman never knew she should use her judgement, put away some medicines as others replaced them.  She only knew to be a good girl, take all her medicine just like the doctor told her.  She died be-bopping to the music in her head.  Such a catchy little tune.
Note by this Author:
So many people take many medicines … never thinking about the dire consequences.  As medicines are prescribed to them … they just simply place the new bottles with the old.
When it comes times to take prescribed medicine … they just simply take one, two pills from each bottle … doesn’t matter how many bottles there are.  They just know the doctor prescribed it, and it was their medicine, and they are damn sure to take it.
They never have the foresight to know … they aren’t supposed to do that.  If only they would know to question their doctor … update their medicines ever so often … at least once, twice a year.  Truly every time a new medicine is prescribed.
God help the patient who takes their medicines … and later take their ‘recreational’ medicines … drugs they purchase elsewhere.  This really happens … you see people take their medicines, plus … not only that … drink alcohol.  They never have a chance.
All photos/ written words are owned by me, Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.  I’ve grown up with such as I have written.
I watched it as a little girl … I grew up with a healthy fear of medicines, drugs … so much in fact, when I went through major surgeries … I fought against the pain medicines while in the hospital, recovering at home.
I was so afraid I would become addicted to the medicines that could help me … and have to depend on them for life.
Isn’t it sad?  I still have a hard time … with medicines.  I’m always making sure I don’t take very much.  The first medicines I ever saw was on a little night table by my Grandma Alma’s bed.
So-oooo many bottles … I always was afraid she’d die if she didn’t have them.  Every time she was carried to the hospital, to the doctor … more bottles would appear.  So-oooooooooo many bottles …

Past Forever …

Past Forever …

By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee



 Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee




Two hands … clasped together

In binding love that lasted forever

Forever was here now

One just left, shortly after … the other

In a golden shower of soft light

Two souls began to rise

From two bodies that lay close

On the bed they shared … forever

The very air felt special, magical

One didn’t feel someone just died

It was more a celebration of freedom

From the two old, wrinkled … worn bodies

Peace was left on the faces of the deceased

One would swear both were smiling

Glad to be gone from this world

This world that was good … bad

They lived a full life … happy, sad

They lived forever keeping their promise

Made many years ago

I love you I do … I’ll always be there for you

When death do us part

Life will never keep us … apart

When you go I will go too

I love you darling … when you go I will follow you

Golden light faded to a soft glow

Two loves traveled to the other side

Hand in hand past forever

In life never apart … when death came

They held hands, held on to the other

Where you go … I will follow you

We are together past forever

Like stars and sky … woven together

We are threads woven into fabric

Of the other side … the ever-after

Few of the many before us

We’ll be many when the few come

After us, when others go past forever

Repeating over, and over … to the ever-after

After us, when others go … past forever

Note by this Author:  Photo/poem are owned, written by me … Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee/@GeeGranny on Twitter.

I wish I could write what I feel in more beautiful words than I know … I feel so much more than I can say.

Hurry … He’s Waiting For Me

Hurry … He’s Waiting For Me
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee/@GeeGranny on Twitter





Skip and I … beginning to end.  We are soulmates, we are our whole world.


Side by side, hand in hand … faces turned toward each other in sleep … slight smile from saying goodnight before both went to sleep.
Soulmates … each precious face was lined, etched from living life. No longer worrying over being pretty, handsome. No longer worrying what people thought … how much money they had … having a nice car. Life had been hard for them … not any more.

They were nearing the end of their life … no one was left in this world to love them … they only had each other. Thankfully, the people in the nursing home treated the old couple well. Thankfully … they had each other.

The nursing assistant stood in the doorway of their room … she listened to the couple breathe softly as they slept. It seemed as if only one person was breathing

She walked over to listen. Both beds had been pushed so, both could be beside the other. The woman’s hand was held by the man’s hand. A special sight … so private … heart-touching. The nursing assistant’s eyes filled with tears. So much love … she felt so much love emanating from them … she knew it came from many years of being very close.

The nursing assistant pushed the beds apart gently, slid in between them. She reached out to hold the man and woman’s hands together as she leaned over to make sure both were breathing. She held her breath …

Oh no! The woman was breathing softly … the old man was very quiet. She gently removed the woman’s hand from the old man’s hand. Oh my, she thought.

She pushed both beds apart as quietly as she could. The old woman still slept. The nursing assistant walked back to the door, stopped when she heard a whisper. She turned around …

“Please, push me back to hold my husband‘s hand. Hurry, he’s waiting for me”. The nursing assistant didn’t stop to question. She walked to the old woman’s bed, pushed it quickly back to where it was. The old woman reached out for her husband’s hand.

“Thank you. It’s time for me to go … Harry’s waiting for me on the other side. All I have to do is to close my eyes”. She smiled the sweetest of smiles, closed her eyes. The nursing assistant stood, listened to the old woman’s breathing.

Tears flowed down her face as she heard the change in the old woman’s breathing. She began to cry silently at the pure love she felt in the room. She had never felt anything like that before.

“There you are Harry! I’m coming to you”. The nursing assistant watched the old woman smile, her eyes were closed. She held onto her husband’s hand … her breathing went away. The room became quiet. The nursing assistant had never seen such a beautiful, special sight.

There was a soft, golden light around them … she thought she saw movement in it. She did see movement … the old man was reaching for his wife’s hand! They both faded out of sight, the light went away.

The nursing assistant began to sob. She knew she’d witnessed something no one else had ever seen. She went into the hall to go tell her supervisor.

She thought she heard soft laughter in the very air around her. She felt such happiness in the air … she heard someone say I love you!

A smile came on the nursing assistant’s face … sadness lifted from her heart. She knew somehow … that instead of death being a bad thing … this was the most beautiful death she’d ever seen. The couple were together from … beginning to the ending.


Note by this Author: I heard something similar to this on a tv program. My mind went on to think about Skip and I.

I had the impression that the older couple being talked about was just as close as Skip and I are … I think the husband died, and just before he did, he said he was going on ahead to prepare the way for his wife.

That really happened … of course, my story is fictional … since Skip and I are still here. :) I had it on my mind thinking how beautiful their story was … I think the man’s wife died 4 days later.

Photos/story all owned, written by me, Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee/@GeeGranny on Twitter

Isn’t That Damn Amazing?

Isn’t That Damn Amazing?

By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee/@geegranny on Twitter



My beautiful mother as a young woman … as a child I wanted to grow up to be beautiful like her.






My mind goes back to just after my mother died … she died with a lot of unanswered questions … that later were answered by connecting dots.

My beautiful mother as a young woman … oh how I loved my … Mama!  I wanted to be so pretty.





A word here, a word there … actions that spoke louder than words.  Reactions to certain things … the reactions that were held in check hoping not to be seen.  Actions speak louder than words …




It’s strange how time … and actions of others will answer questions, telling on themselves if they did something wrong … over the years.




People forget themselves, become … real … once again, never realizing there is always someone watching, listening quietly … connecting dots to … things suspected, things that are a mystery … things that … shouldn’t have happened … dishonesty … deceit … danger.




Not everyone loves someone when they appear to love … not everyone is good when appearing to be good.  Not everyone … is who we think they are.  No, not Aunt Susie … she is Aunt Susie, for God’s sake.




My beautiful mother, and my precious, favorite brother … Rick-Rick.  God, I miss them so.




She can do no wrong, much less ….. !  No!  Eyes refuse to be opened … made to look at the real … Aunt Susie who is a bad person.  A greedy, loose woman who will take from another woman what she wants … even if it means death.  She’ll move her clothes right in the closet without the woman knowing … by that time … it’s too late.  Help-pppppppppppppppppppp me-eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!




Not Uncle Paul!  No, he wouldn’t intentionally let someone die … to shack up with … Aunt Susie!  No!  You know he didn’t, I won’t hear of it!  Shut your mouth.  You know he didn’t let his wife die … just stand there, watch her die … then call 911.  You know he didn’t!  He loved that damn woman!




As the months, years go by … nothing left but, a recording of a dead woman’s voice crying for help that never got to the person in time … that would have went through high hell, or water to get to her.




Help-pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp me-eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!




A voice that sounded from another world, crying the most un-Godliest cry.  A voice that haunts through the years so much so, whenever the recording is playing … the STOP button has to be pressed.  I can’t take it … hurts too bad.  Mama!




My beautiful mother … she had long, curly hair.  She wore beautiful dresses, flowing skirts … she was a princess in my child mind.  I wanted to be so beautiful.





A voice that couldn’t have been … that person was already dead at that very time … confirmed by the 911 person.  How did that strange voice come to be on an answering machine … after … a woman died?  The unnatural, haunting cry of someone that sounded as if … in another world.  Tell me how?




Watching, listening, sensing … knowing someone’s life taken in a way that couldn’t be proved.  Everyone dead now … what does it matter?  What does it matter?  Help-ppppppppppppppppppppppp me-eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!




Ghosts from the past haunt my mind.  Sometimes, I sit in tears … I cry in my very Soul … no one sees, hears, knows all the pain, grief I suffer with … battle with.   When I am tired, weary from battling with my ghosts … I let go … they go back to where they come from until another day to battle.




No one ever saw my mother’s ashes … only Skip, Tommy and I.  No one wanted to see them or wanted to keep them … I didn’t want to keep them from anyone.  Her ashes/container were burned in the housefire that claimed all we had.  Skip found them charred … laying in a pile of debris.  I have them in a rose chest … my mother loved roses.  I painted roses for her before she died.  I miss my mother.





I’ve heard of people having to battle with their demons … demons of all kinds.  I am not consumed by my demons … but, I know they are there.




This breaks my Heart … thank God, I have them.  This is charred ashes/container … my mother’s ashes.  Now, they are safely inside her Rose Chest.





The thoughts of things wrong, not fair … death, grief, pain and people, animals mistreated, killed, harmed … make me very upset … I sometimes, feel panicky, overwhelmed.  These are the ‘demons’ I have.  These are the demons I wanted to slay as a much younger person.  These are demons I wanted to ‘save the world from’ as a young person.




Did I slay any demons, monsters that threatened people, animals?  Hell no.  I wasn’t big enough … rich enough … strange how strong I was … I was too weak to conquer them.




As a young woman, I wasn’t big enough, strong enough to save this damn world … even with every good person … it’s not enough.  So, we all in our own ways strive to save as much as possible even though … no one notices, or … cares.  Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee




The monsters, demons still live today … watch your news every day.  See?  They are always somewhere … killing, hurting people, animals.  Cruelty … murder … hatred … anger … are the demons in this world.




How could I conquer something I knew nothing about?  How could I have known people could be so cruel … so awful as to harm another life … be it human or animal.  How in the Hell could I have known?




Could I have conquered them … if I knew?  Sadly … no, I couldn’t have.  As many good people as there are in this world … there’s not enough people to conquer the ‘bad’ in this world.  We just know ‘if we can save at least one or some’ … we’ve done a good job.  If you are one of the ‘saved’ … you see how important it is to be one someone saved.  It means your very world.  Thank-God you say.




So strong … so fragile.  So strong … so sensitive.  So strong … but so weak.




Yet … you’ve never seen a stronger person stand tall like a Redwood tree … to look you would never suspect, know the storms I have battled … the kinds of storms normal-every day people never have opportunity to battle.




People lose dear, loved ones … this is a fact of life.  It’s when they lose them in unnatural ways as many of my loved ones died.  The grief is compounded.  So many people today … lose their precious someones in … awful, awful ways.  Oh, the grief … pain that’ll last their lifetime.  I’m not the only one who feels pain, grief.




Sure … things happen all the time to people.  It’s when they continue to happen, one after the other with challenges the average person never experiences.  I’ve learned to cope with one after the other … no life manual to tell me what to do.  I learned on my own.  I think at this moment in my life … I have done good.




I’ve done good … survived so much … and I’m not crazy as Hell.  Isn’t that damn amazing?




Did I do enough to ‘save the world’?  Probably not … all I can do is the best I can do.  Will it be in a way for someone to think I’m a hero, someone special?  Nope … but it’ll be in a way that I can live with myself, know I’m a good person.  That’s all that matters … if one can’t live with themselves … oh my!  Does that mean I’ve always been so perfect, never done anything to regret?  Nope … it means I went on to be as good as I can be … inside.  I’m so sorry for anything I’ve ever done to hurt, cause grief to anyone.   Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee







Note by this Author:



Photos/colors (words) of my life are owned, written by me … Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.



These are my very real thoughts, things that sometimes try to overwhelm me.  Names are fictious …



I truly know I’m not the only person who lives with pain, grief … I’m so fortunate to not be … crazy as Hell.  I remember seeing a letter written from one cousin to his brother just after my only child, my son Tommy, died.  I read the words about me, he wrote.  They said I’d probably never be right again with the loss of my only child.



I am glad I read his words … they were some of the steel put into my backbone to mean to be … alright.  Thank you, Pete … you never knew this.  I sincerely mean that … I’m glad I saw those words because they made an impression on me in my darkest time.  I send love to you, my cousin.



As for my mother … I know what I know.  I don’t talk about her to anyone.  This is one grief I can’t talk about … her dying breath was screaming out to me to help her.  I had no way of knowing … I didn’t have a cellphone, then.  I still have the recording in a safe place.  I tried to get certain people to listen to it just after she died … they wanted no part of hearing her.  This is all I can say … it hurts too bad.



My son, my only child … Tommy?  My grief, pain is unlike any I’ve ever experienced.  A very real part of me is gone forever … no other pain, grief compares to the loss of my son.  Did it change me.



Yes, it changed me … I spent several years in a dark world … only knowing grief, pain … I was looking inward all that time.  Thank God, I began look outward at life … wanted to come back, live it to the fullest.  I’m okay, today.  But still I ask this question of myself:  isn’t it damn amazing I’m not crazy as Hell today?



I smile because I can remember Tommy being mischievous, twinkle in his eyes asking me this very question:  “Mama, isn’t that damn amazing”?



A very real part of me is gone today … not forgotten.  Pain, grief … special memories are left.  I miss you my Special, Beautiful Son.  Love, Mama

My big, gentle Son, Tommy … when he was painting/working with a friend.  He was so mischievous, funny … silly, crazy, wonderful.  I miss him with my very Soul, Heart … he was a very real part of me.  My child, my only child.

Can You Have a Big Heart … Be a Mean-Ass at the Same Time?

Just think of a wonderful river of clear water overflowing its banks touching your toes to get them wet!  That’s ‘me’ … and I’m a good person … sometimes, a ‘mean-ass’ person.  By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee




Can You Have a Big Heart … Be a Mean-Ass at the Same Time?

By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee/@GeeGranny

Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee




Can you have a big Heart … be a mean-ass at the same time?  Better yet … can you be a bitch, and be a good person?




Can you show your ass … still be a good person?  Be imperfect … be a good person?  A worthy person?  Are you still deserving of love?





Can you be tough, not take any shit … appear mean, tough … and still be a good person?  Have a bad reputation?  Hell, we all know people with … good reputations … are perfect … right?  Hell no.





Do you think people who look Godly are Christians?  You know the ones that look, sound so … holy.  Oh my God, you can’t believe such and such could do such a horrible thing!  Why look at them!  They look so, so … so … perfect!  So damn pure, innocent!  Look at that beautiful, clean, sweet smile!  No, they couldn’t do anything wrong, much less commit a … sin!  Yes, they can!  They will do it quicker, easier than someone … who ‘looks the part’.





I’m here to tell you … just because someone ‘looks the part’ doesn’t … mean they are.





Just because someone looks like a motorcycle rider with long hair, scruffy beard, raspy voice doesn’t mean … they aren’t a good person.  Don’t look over … there’s a motorcycle going by!  Don’t make eye contact, they might kill you, beat you up … rape you.  Not true.  I have friends who are rough, tough … who are more honest, sincere than some ‘friends’ who wear suits, beautiful clothes, and are … Godly.





Don’t get me wrong … I know some people and their looks can be exactly the way they appear … they live up to them.  I also, know … looks can be deceiving.  Some of the people I like, love best are … mean-asses with big Hearts.





How can I say that?  Because I mean it.  People … you’d never expect to come to your aid … don’t always come in … perfect packages.





Would you decline help from a homeless person who has nothing, much less the clothes on their back … all because they didn’t … look, smell just right?  Would you?  You probably would.  I wouldn’t … and I wouldn’t forget them later.  That’s how much I would appreciate their help.





I don’t judge people by their outer appearance.  I watch, listen, sense quietly … without anyone being aware that I am doing so.  I build my impressions of people that way …





Just because I look like a ‘mean-ass’ … do you think I’m ‘bad’?  This is a mean-ass photo.  I’m not responsible for the expression on my face … yes, I know it’s mine but …  (God, isn’t it ugly! :)




I don’t even have to hear them with their ‘hello-oooooooo’s and how-wwwwww are you-uuuuuu’s’ … (we all know that’s fake-ass anyway … don’t we?) to know they aren’t sincere.  That pisses me off when I hear that … all I can do is to look directly into their eyes … for some reason, they don’t say anything else.  I don’t know …. why.





Yes, I do … see me be … insincere … for a moment?  Yes, I know ‘why?’  People don’t like for you to not pretend to … play the game of life with them … let’s be hap-pppppppppppppppppy! when we aren’t … I don’t have time for your nonsense!





Watch their eyes become vacant … and body language change when you tell them that you don’t feel well today … my best friend was hit by a tree yesterday, then a dog bit her in the ass as a car hit both of them … I fell down the stairs a few minutes ago, hit my head … can’t you see my nose is bleeding?





They won’t even hear you … they are so caught up in their own game of life.  I have tried that … be damned … no one heard me!  It was the ‘devil’ in me … sometimes, I love to ‘test’ things so, I can later write about them.  :)





You know … life is like this!  I would love to be an ‘Impractical Joker‘ … or someone on Candid Camera.  To catch reactions (only in a good way) of people … ‘test’ them a little!  Do I look like a mean-ass … bad person just because my expression isn’t what you expect it to be?  Well, I’m not, and I am :)




I know all people who say ‘hello-ooooooo’s and how-www ar-rrrre you-uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu’s’ … aren’t bad.  I know that.  I know too, some of them are just dumb-asses who know no better than to say what they’ve heard all their life.  They are afraid to be themselves.  I also, know when I worked with the public … I wasn’t like that.  I let my caring, love for people show.  It meant the world to them … and to me … because I felt better for it.  I was a good dumb ass, I guess.





Even your every day preacher isn’t perfect, all good.  Have you ever had one chase you as a young girl … I mean literally chase your ass around a room … just to get a kiss?  In the name of … Jesus?





How about your school teacher … a local law enforcement officer … Sunday school teacher … barber … the good wife … good husband?  Do you think just because they are labeled ‘good wife’ … ‘good husband’ … ‘grandfather’ … policeman … trooper … teacher … that they are perfect?  That they are good people?  Honest, sincere and perfect people?  I bet you do.  No, they aren’t.





Just because you have a ‘label’ like the label inside of  a ‘brand-name’ dress doesn’t mean it won’t … ravel, tear, split just like its cheaper brands.  Why?  Because it isn’t … perfect.  It’s not … all good … it’s not … better than.  That damn fabric can do just like every other kind can … be it good or be it … bad.  Do you know that?  I think you do.





Artwork by me, Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee … just because a dress is beautiful … doesn’t mean it’s perfect, can’t tear, split no matter what label is on it … same as people.  I know … I’ve been torn, split, worn thin by life … I am made of tough fabric, strengthened by life … yet, I cry, feel sad, love and care with my Heart … and I’m a mean-ass person sometimes … and I have a big Heart.  :)




How many times have you worn something and it split?  button pop off?  ripped?  Be damned if my dress from Macy’s didn’t … just split!  It was supposed to be the best … not supposed to do that!





Oh my God!  That man committed a crime years ago … he served time in prison for it.  Does that make him a bad person for the rest of his life?  Oh my goodness?  Did you see that woman just steal an ink pen, and a magazine while in the waiting room of the doctor’s office?  Damn thief!  She’s bad!  No matter how good they are, try to be … they are supposed to be bad the rest of their life?  I bet you think they are.  They are … not.





I choose my friends not from their past … but as they are today.  I choose my friends who are real people … aren’t afraid to be real.  I love people who just come out, say ‘hell, I’m not perfect … I’m just me’.  I love people who are just themselves.





Now why? do I love real people who are just themselves?  Because when I choose ‘something good’ to eat … it’s like food … I want each thing to taste ‘true to its taste’.  I want flavor … the more the better … if I want to mix my flavors to get a more spicy dish, I will.  I don’t want the same kind of friend every time … in life, we all need our friends of different walks of life.





We need our good friends and our mean-ass friends … friends who aren’t afraid to walk ahead for us when we are afraid to take another step.  Do you agree?





I bet you do when you run up with something in life … you don’t know which way to turn … you are afraid.  A mean-ass comes along … offers to help you … walks ahead of you, protecting and looking out for you until you can cross the bridges of obstacles in your life.





When you get to the other side … aren’t you glad you have a tough, mean-ass friend who had a big-ass Heart?  I sure am.  Thank God for them!





Watch a movie … watch yourself.  You are rooting for the ‘bad’ guy a lot of times.  He isn’t really bad though … you see him doing ‘bad’ things just enough to do what he needs to accomplish.  Yes, I know mean-ass people who have big Hearts … I treasure them.





Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee




Note by this Author:



When I write about mean-ass people I know … I am not condoning doing ‘bad’ things.  I only go by how they treat me.  This doesn’t mean people who have raped, done very awful things … though if they step out of their way to save me … I’m going to be grateful.  I’m not going to question … you’ll see pure gratefulness in my eyes.



All I have written are my opinions, thoughts.  I have the right to change my mind at any given moment.  If you talk to me in person and I say something different … that means I exercised my right :)



I call this way of being … my ‘Gloria Opinions’.  I have lots of them, doesn’t mean I’m always right … doesn’t mean I’m perfect.  All it means is my mind does a helluva lot of thinking.  I have to write so I will have room for more thoughts … they never stop coming.  Just think of a wonderful river of clear water overflowing its banks touching your toes to get them wet!  That’s ‘me’ … and I’m a good person … sometimes, a ‘mean-ass’ person.



Oh … I am not perfect.  All I learned in my life are from lessons I’ve been taught from doing a lot wrong.  I learned well.  I like me … today.  I hope you will too.  I know you won’t … unless you like genuinely real, and good people.



Oh … yes, I sometimes … say a cuss word.  It’s in me … I’ve known, heard them since ‘before’ I was born.  I came from a hell-raising family … I know they didn’t just stop to be holy, Godly people while my mother carried me in the wound.



I know they cussed, raised Hell all the way until I came into this world … and they never stopped when I was a child.  I had a Hell-luva childhood :)  That’s okay … I’m stronger, better for it.



Photos/colors of my life, opinions are owned by me … Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.







How do You Know The Other Side Isn’t … Just Right Here?

How do You Know The Other Side Isn’t … Just Right Here?

By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee/@GeeGranny




My son, Tommy … he is on the other side.  The little figure is his son at the age of two … he is on this side.  This was taken exactly one year in May 2009 … before Tommy died on May 29, 2010.  They were at this lake of water … Tommy collapsed on the sand on a bigger body of water … the ocean at Myrtle Beach.  He died with 3 blockages to his heart …



Skip and I were coming back from town.  The rain was falling … I was relaxed, almost lulled to sleep from the sound of the windshield wipers.  Sort of like listening to a clock … tick-tock … tick-tock … tick-tock.



I was looking in the distance trying to see through the rain.  Skip had gotten my attention at how dense the rain looked in the distance, saying it was raining harder there.  It looked like fog, I couldn’t see the trees I always saw when it is clear.



My imagination began to play, entertain me with the idea of maybe … just maybe … that’s how … the other side … is … you know it’s there but, you can’t see it.



Artwork by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee … I did this when I grieving really bad for my son.  Owned by me, Gloria.

Someone on the other side could throw a rock over to this side … I could know it, see … feel it.  Something could reach out and touch me … I wouldn’t see it … I would feel it.  I would sense it being … there.



I wonder if the … other side … works that way?  I wonder if like the light reflecting on glass … if you stand just right … you can see yourself … if not … you can’t see yourself … if the other side is right there … right here.



I sometimes, think maybe we walk in our visible world right through the invisible world … the other side?  Passing, re-passing our departed loved ones constantly.  Sometimes, they reach out in their own ways trying to make contact.  Once in a while succeeding …



Look out the window at night … all you see is pitch-black dark.  You know the car is parked in the drive … the lawn furniture is sitting there … swimming pool, children’s toys … maybe a snake or two, spiderweb … you can’t see them unless you stand just right to see them in the night light.



You could sense something move, turn the light on it … nothing is there.  What was it?



Hear a familiar sound in the air … you know it can’t be … that person, animal isn’t here anymore … how do we know they could be … possibly be just on the other side of the air we breathe, walk in, live in?  How do we know they aren’t just right … there?  Right here?



Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee … when I write about my life you can know it’s true, the way I see, feel, hear, know it.  If I ever write about something that is fiction, I tell you at the end in my author‘s note.



Have you ever seen the air ripple?  Like an invisible hand is trying to open it up?  Once I saw something very strange … the very air several feet in front of me began to ripple up … I was sitting on the porch talking to Skip on my cellphone.  I never saw anything excepting the very air begin ‘crumpling’.



Do you know what?  I’ve seen many strange things in my life, and this was one more.  I normally don’t talk about them … why would I?



People wouldn’t, couldn’t believe them … unless it happened to them.  I’m sure many of you feel the same way … why? … would you tell anyone.



The good thing is … depending on who you are and your reputation for honesty … people who know you … know you are telling the truth if you do decide to tell them.



When I write, I tell you when what I write about anything fiction.  Normally, when I write … all is very true.  At the end in my author’s note … I will tell you if what I’m writing is true, or not true.



Do you know … when I saw the very air begin to crumple … for a brief second … I thought I was going to see … Tommy.



I was telling, describing to Skip as I watched the air, told him what I was seeing as it happened. Nothing else happened … I didn’t see Tommy, I didn’t see anything.  Not even one thing.



The air just became normal … there wasn’t even a wrinkle in it!  For that to happen … I just knew something special, strange was going to happen … not one thing happened.



Artwork by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee … done several years ago when I was grieving for my son, Tommy.  Photo owned by me, Gloria.



Note by this author:


I truly saw the air crinkle up that day … that is so very true.  Did it make me afraid?  No … but, I knew it wasn’t normal.


Did I tell anyone?  No, only Skip because I was talking to him on the cellphone as it happened.


Did Skip believe me?  Yes, because he knows about some very strange things have happened to me, and he knows if I say it … it’s the truth.


The only words I could come up with to describe what I saw when the air was disturbed  … are ripple, crinkle … crumple … wrinkle.  Still, I know I don’t describe it in the right way.  It stays in my mind … it was amazing.  It all leads me to believe the other side … is just right there.


Photos/true color of my life owned, written by me, Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.


A Little Kindness Goes a Long Way …

A Little Kindness Goes a Long Way …

By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee/@GeeGranny on Twitter



Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee




Yesterday Skip and I had to run errands, and he needed to stop by to speak to someone.  I didn’t know the people, so I sat in the car.  I had my phone to occupy, entertain me.



As I sat there, I admired the beauty surrounding the home we were at.  It sat beside a swamp .. with a pier.  I looked out over the water … beautiful aquatic plants were everywhere.  Do you know what I thought of?



Alligators.  Yes, my mind had to conjure up alligators … and my mind began making up a story!  I just know this … no one would ever catch me sitting on the end of the pier, swinging my feet!  It’s the writer in me … not only that, I saw something on the news I’d never seen, heard before.  It was on our local news, yesterday.



At Kerr Lake … a man was attacked by a … beaver!  Yes, a beaver attacked him while he was in the water.  His daughters were videoing the beaver … they were laughing.  At first it was funny until they all began to be aware that the beaver wasn’t playing, and it wasn’t being cute!



The beaver began biting the man.  He had stitches in his upper thigh where the beaver took out a chunk of flesh, and a bite on his knee.  They were serious bites!  The beaver was relentless! Thankfully the man got back up on the boat.  The beaver was swimming around the boat.



The man is now, undergoing rabies shots.  Anyway, lately there have been 8 shark attacks at our North Carolina beaches.  Not long ago in Raleigh, a coyote attacked a man … normally they don’t do that.  It had rabies.  There was another attack by rabid raccoon not so long ago.  Reminds me of the new series on tv … Zoo.



Anyway, my mind was entertaining me … so, was my phone as I checked my Facebook, email, blogs and such … as I waited for Skip.  I’m not the type of person who will go easily into someone’s house at all.  I’m not a good visitor at all … it’s just ‘not me’.



I heard the lady speaking, calling my name before I saw her.  “Gloria, Gloria … come on inside the house, it’s so hot out here”!  She walked toward where I sat … invited me to go inside.  She was so nice, I instantly liked her very much.  She had to leave to go somewhere … she wanted me to go on inside.



I thanked her, smiling at her.  She was smiling at me.  I had seen her several years ago at a function we all attended … I didn’t think I would like her at all.  Last year, we were all at the same place once again … and she walked over to me, spoke, hugged me … was very nice to me.  She and her husband left.  I never forgot her kindness.



Same thing … when yesterday she showed such genuine kindness once again.  I won’t forget.  Though I didn’t go inside her home … I waited for Skip feeling happy from being treated so nicely.  Skip and her husband came out to where I was sitting.



Skip introduced him, I shook hands with him.  Her husband was very nice, also.  Not only that … they were dog-lovers like us.  They had 3 dogs … and like all dogs, they loved Skip.  Dogs love Skip, they recognize Skip … naturally come to him.  They sense he is a good person, loves dogs with his Heart.



Anyway, the woman’s husband was just as nice as she had been.  Their kindness touched my Heart, and meant the world to me.  In my mind, I kept thinking how a little kindness goes a long way.



Oh … I just saw on Channel 5, our local news … the ocean waves at a Texas beach … beautiful. Guess what was sitting on the beach?  A 8 foot alligator!  The whole picture was beautiful with waves washing over it, the sun glistening on the water … the healthy alligator!



Artwork by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee



No one thinks about alligators being in the ocean … but … they are there.  My mind is trying its best at this moment to create a story about that alligator!  I can see it now, just hidden by the waves washing over it … little children, a dog … no!  Get away!  Get away!



Oh … what was important here, what I was trying to convey wasn’t about attacking animals, and such … it was about how kindness goes a long way!  :)



Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee



Note by this Author:

See how my mind was trying to go on to create stories as I was writing about something I thought was special?  I do that all the time … when I sit down to write … I have a hard time sometimes, thinking of … what to write about!  :)

Photos/true color of my life owned/written by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.