Lord, I’m Standing Up Again …


Lord, I’m Standing Up Again …

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

 

 

Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

 

 

 

The waves are battering me again trying to break me apart

I’m tossed, thrown on the sea to sink … only to rise

I tighten up … another Life’s storm comes for me

The wind … darkness … all vicious in its might

Try to destroy me … sink me to the pits of the unknown

I’m afraid … I pray for help … in the meantime I don’t give up

I hold my ground … stand up straight … I focus ahead

My hands brush the sand off my ass from where I fell

Life just threw me down once again

Stay down … stay down this time, Life roars at me

Hell no!  I try to rise, being pushed down the whole time

Tears flow down my cheeks … anger, pain soar through my mind, body

I’m not staying down even if I have to crawl

I’m like the redwood tree … scarred from many battles

I’ve stood through the years beaten, worn

I’m broken, beaten … not pretty to look at anymore

Doesn’t matter … all I worry about now

Is to survive … live until I die

My way has been hard … never easy

Each road I’ve taken has lead to pain

In my old age I would love to know peace, comfort

Know how it feels not to suffer physically, have mental pain

Be able to smile and not hide anything … smile because

For once everything really is alright

Grow old gracefully … feeling joy in my Heart

Having enough so, I can share

Doing good things for others in need

The wind has been knocked out of me

The love of my life almost died

I almost lost another part of my whole world

Oh God, I cried … please don’t take him away

He’s all I have … my Husband, our two Pups

They make up my whole world

You took my son, my only child

I’ve never questioned why

I learned to accept I’ll never see him again

I never hated you, God

I never cursed you, screamed at you for taking him away

I cried, stayed in darkness … I just couldn’t bear losing my son

You took every member of my family away

All the ones I truly loved … now, they are gone

All I have left is my whole world

Please let us have many good years

Good years where we can live in peace, not know more pain

Let us experience true happiness … instead of sadness

Lord, I am standing up once again

Please don’t let Life knock me down again

Give me a chance to know peace, happiness while I live

Please let a miracle come into my Life

Let me have a chance to do good things I’ve wished to do

There are people I want to help, bring some joy into their life

Please give me the chance to experience joy

Joy of being able to have in order to give

Let me be a part of that wonderful feeling

Let my Heart soar with happiness

Knowing I’ve done well, made a difference

Let me do special things from my Heart

Most of all … keep me strong for my Husband

Help him through his illness to get better

Thank you, Lord, for letting him live

Each day he slowly gets better

I go forward even while I’m afraid

Lord, I’m standing once again … please don’t let Life knock me down

 

 

Note by this Author:

My husband, Skip, has been gravely ill.  He suffered a stroke, his heart almost stopped.  He has a pacemaker implanted now in his chest. He has diabetic neuropathy, diabetes.  He is a cancer survivor (colon cancer).  He won’t be able to work again.

Our life has completely changed … we’ve begun a new journey in our life … we are facing the unknown.  I pray that as we go forward … all will be good in the rest of our life.

Photos/my poem owned, written by me … Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.

 

 

What If They Felt… ‘HOPE’!


What If They Felt … HOPE!
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

(NOTE: What I wrote here tonight was inspired by a friend on Bubblews… &gardenerj . His story ‘Isn’t It Too Early to Start Talking About You Know What’… made me think tonight… and below are my thoughts…

Thank-you, &gardenerj. Your Bubblews Friend, &grannygee (This is what I’m known as on Bubblews)……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

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Our little, sad Christmas tree at Christmas… 2012… this was the third Christmas without Tommy, my son… and our 12 year old Fairchild who died of cancer, just weeks after Tommy’s death. Tommy loved Fairchild with his Heart… we loved Tommy, Fairchild with our very Hearts. I can’t tell you the grief, pain … in my words… I’ve lived in… even knowing ‘everything is going to be alright’… one way or the other, it’s going to be. Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee………………………………………………………………………………………..

Well… I’ve made a big decision… I think I’ve discovered ‘why’ people are wanting to ‘begin Christmas early’.

For the past 3 years… my son has been gone… I couldn’t celebrate anything… I couldn’t ‘see colors, happiness’. I lived in a ‘dark’ world… grief, pure-pure grief, pain.

All the colors, happiness was around me… no matter how I tried to come out to the ‘happy colors’… I couldn’t get there. I tried so hard… but, the knowledge that my son died… wouldn’t let me… I hurt so bad. It wasn’t time.

The positive thing is… that I ‘knew one day’… everything would be alright… I really knew that… but, ‘when’? It couldn’t happen until the day… I began to accept the death of my son.

Accept the knowledge that nothing will change that. Tommy’s really gone. With that being said… you can’t see what just happened to me. I was overcome with such deep grief, that I began crying inside.

The magical thing about writing… is I don’t have to do it front of you. I can write, cry all I want to… and not … upset you. I never want to upset you… I know grief, pain well… I wouldn’t intentionally inflict it on another person.

The good thing about reading… is if you decide you don’t need to read something… or it might upset you in some way… you can leave quietly, no one knowing any better. You know… like in a library. You won’t hurt me… and you can go away, knowing that you can do it quietly… and I understand, care.

You see… I’ve always heard that if one wants to write… one has to write what they know best to succeed. In my entire life, I’ve known more pain, grief, heartbreak than anyone I know. I know pain, grief best… this is what I write best… because I ‘feel, and have lived it since being a little girl’.

I, also, know happiness. I’ve also, experienced miracles, prayers being answered. I know the joy, the specialness of all. So, I’m not a doomsday person at all. Truthfully… when you see me… nine times out of ten… you will see me smiling. Smiling no matter how bad life is being to me.

Not because I’m ‘crazy, and don’t know any better’… because I ‘know life is going to be like that’… no matter what. It seems I understand ‘so much’ now…. it’s taken years for me to learn. Does that lessen the pain, grief in my heart. I’ll answer with a simple ‘NO’.

So, why do I ‘try to smile’? Because … I try to be positive as possible… since ‘I’m not perfect’…. sometimes, I’m not. Sometimes, I will feel angry from the pain, grief. I always end up back at …’everything is going to be alright’. How do I know?

I know because I’m always thinking, feeling, sensing… trying my best to swim the waves in the sea of pain, grief. You see, I mean to make it… I mean ‘to not drown’.

In my stories, you will see my struggle… you will in time… see me reach the shore in my struggle. I have a ways to go… I’m not there, yet.

I may be 100 years old… when I reach that shore… I might not reach it until… I draw out ‘my own’ last breath. It doesn’t matter, ‘everything is going to be all right ‘now’… as ‘right as it can be when someone’s only child dies’.

Guess what? I’ve never known how to swim in this life… but, in that world you don’t ever see… but, ‘feel, sense’…. I know the ‘ocean of pain, grief… well’. It’s strange how much I swim… ‘there’… in this life.

I don’t even have the convenience of a ‘shark cage’ to protect me… I ‘feel such pain’. I’m ‘always swimming there’… but, ‘you can’t see me… can’t see my struggle’. Isn’t that an interesting thought?

At one point in my grief… at the very beginning… ‘I almost drowned… I almost died’. It’s the truth, I’ll admit it. I wouldn’t have known it… but, Skip could see. He was on the ‘outside’ looking in at me. I never knew he was there… in my mind… I had already left, I didn’t know I was still here… I didn’t know I was … still in this life. My life stopped. My only child just died… The End.

This year, right ‘now’…. I have made a decision two days ago… I am going to put up happy, colored red lights (to match décor in our house)…. inside. They will be tasteful. I’m beginning early just like many people are… the commercials on tv have begun… I think that, I’m … so glad!

Why? I want to ‘feel happy inside, I’ve been sad so long’. Soft, little lights have a special way to affect one’s mood… especially mine as I’ve been ‘in the dark too long’. Also, I am going to put up the little Christmas tree we bought ‘just to have one last Christmas’… on the dining table. This will be done within this next week.

After Tommy, my son died…. I gave everything away that was accumulated through the years for Christmas… I gave them away to ‘family’ whom I thought loved, cared about me… only to find out differently, later.

It’s okay… my ‘family’ is like that… we all were born with that in us… no one can help it. So, many years of accumulating, making decorations are gone, wasted… no one can see the ‘love, caring’ in all I had, made. I let go a long time ago… it no longer matters. I didn’t care… nor did I remember… giving all away. What I wrote just now, was ‘a few thoughts’ that flitted through my mind.

I didn’t have more children, only my son, Tommy. He had two children… I wasn’t going to be seeing them…. it was ‘the end’ of my life… or so, I thought. My only child died….

I had to learn to accept no grandchildren, I learned it well. So well, that I forget that now… it’s possible to see only one of them, my precious little grandson… who looks like the little boy I once had.

I reached out to see my grandchildren… was made to understand that I had to go back into the past to answer questions… that are no longer important.

I won’t do that…. I won’t play games with anyone… life is about moving ahead, loving the ones in your life ‘now’. I am too fragile to go back to remember the grief, pain in my son’s heart the last time he saw his daughter.

I won’t write about it here… it would be devastating… too private. The last words she said to him… he carried to his grave… they weren’t the only words. I do… remember them.

I’ve let go of a beautiful child, granddaughter I truly love, and liked so much the last time I saw her. Her mother made sure she won’t ever be in my life… I accept that with such respect. I would never do anything to hurt them.

When I read the things she wrote, I could go back to ‘being her age, and ‘see’… she has a long way to go in life to understand that life ‘is now’… you don’t ‘dwell in the past’… it’s not her fault she doesn’t know that now. You see, I understood so much from her words… it’s ‘not so long ago’ that I used to be her age, and I thought ‘just like that’.

I love her, I’m glad she’s my granddaughter’s mother… she’s just being protective of … her only child. She loves her, has a good life for her.

Isn’t that what is most important in life… isn’t that what a grandparent wishes for their grandchild… life ‘isn’t all about the grandparent’… and who sees who… it’s about… the child. I’m just so grateful… my granddaughter has a real family; a good family support… that’s most important to me.

I’ve got to remember now… it’s possible I can see my grandson… I keep ‘forgetting’. I want to see him very much… this is the only grandchild I ‘feel a bond’ with. He knows me, he speaks of me. My other grandchild doesn’t know who I am, any longer. No matter if later, it’s meant for me not to have him in my life… I will understand no matter what.

I ‘know life can be that way’. Thankfully, I’ve been writing for so long… they will one day see that I truly loved them… would never be an ugly ‘Granny Gee’… who whines, cries, screams cuss words, call names, and do vindictive things to hurt the mothers of my grandchildren. I love them… no matter what. They are special… look who their children are… my grandchildren.

You see… my life has been very strange since being a young child. I didn’t realize until I became older… I was ‘being groomed’ for the ‘painful life’ I’ve had. I didn’t know I had such hard lessons to learn in life… very hard, very painful. I have always wished ‘to be perfect’… I never could be. If I had been…. I’d learned my lessons the ‘easy’ way……

When I say this… know that I kept meeting ‘all’ head-on in my life… after being ‘knocked on my ass’ time after time, after time… again… year after year of my whole life. (Yes, I did say ‘ass’… it’s just the way it is… no apologies in a good way :))).

‘Damn’… I couldn’t be perfect … no matter what? I had to do ‘things my way’… ‘get on the wrong paths… fight like hell to get on the right ones… I got lost so many times’). I was still a ‘good person’, but, ‘lost’…..

I never ‘felt sorry for myself… I just kept trying to learn my lessons in life. When I thought ‘I knew so much’… I found out that I ‘didn’t know a ‘damn’ thing’.

I have cried millions of diamond teardrops… but, I don’t complain, cry ‘woe is me’. I’ve been angry, just plain ‘pissed off’… but, I don’t do that. I just kept trying to make sense of each event… tried to make peace with it. I couldn’t change it happening… I could only make the choice of ‘going forward’. It was no where easy as it is to write the words … here.

Most of the time… I didn’t go forward ‘gracefully’… I really try to do that… I wanted to grow old ‘gracefully’… life has had a way of changing what ‘one wants, means to do in life’… to completely ‘twisting all around’…. taking you on roads so unexpected… so, not ‘you’.

Life is like the guy on Survivorman… life would ‘just drop my ass on some isolated road… tell me to ‘find yourself’. Find myself? You just wouldn’t believe the roads I have traveled to ‘find myself’. The strange thing is… ‘I was there all the time’. :)))

I was the ‘good person’ I thought I was … in the end. Do you know how a ‘woman has to look ugly at the beauty shop… just to get beautiful again’? The other ladies all sit there, are watching and having thoughts of thinking how ugly that woman is… how the rollers look in her hair… that’s an ugly critter!

But… after ‘getting so ugly’… the magic begins! All of a sudden, you see those ladies begin to sit forward in their chairs to see better… magic is beginning!

Why… that woman is beginning to become ‘beautiful’! She ‘really wasn’t ugly’ at all! She was pretty ‘all along’… ‘yeah, I know… there really are some ‘ugly people’ who never become ‘beautiful’! You know ‘those mean, hateful, bad ……….. !’

I look ‘like hell, lost my ‘graceful looks’… :))) So, ‘now’… I’m going to ‘grow old … gracefully… ‘ugly’ in looks :))) Do you know what? I really hated to admit that… :)))

I am going to grow old gracefully … being an ugly… graceful, old woman! :))) But… I’ll be a ‘good, old, ugly woman’… I think I’m beginning to accept that… not fight it. Just do my best, let it go… I have to… I can’t stay ‘here, dwell on it’… life go on.

I want to live… and if ‘I have to live it ‘ugly’… I will’. I won’t apologize… I have come ‘through hell, death’… be ‘be here’… now.

All I can say is… if no one likes it, and is offended by my ‘ugly exterior’… deal with it! If you can’t take a few minutes to see that I’m ‘beautiful inside, my looks have faded like a rose’… I don’t mind. I don’t have time for you… I have a lot of living I want to do… move out of my way. (I mean that in a ‘good way’… but, I mean it in a ‘bad’ way if … I have to).

I can’t make you like me… I won’t waste time trying… I wasted enough time trying to get here through ‘bad things, real-bad things’ that were obstacles in my life. You have no idea how I have fought to get here… to this very minute.

If you judge me on looks… then, you are not ‘my kind of bird of a feather’. All I can say is…. ‘I used to be pretty’! :))) Now… you go on with your life…

I love real people who have lived ‘real’ life. They know pain… they learned from it… they learned the lessons one needs to in this life. They aren’t ‘shallow’ people…. if you haven’t learned these things… there’s no way… you can’t come to the plane I’m on… and talk with me.

You can’t reach it if you’ve never known the things I’ve been through… walked the roads I’ve walked on. Those ‘stairsteps aren’t for you’… yet; maybe they never will be. Then, that means you are having that wonderful, perfect life I always wanted to know… one full of love, happiness, no medical or financial worries.

I’m happy for you… though, I worry for you ‘when something happens’. I was ‘groomed from a small child, learning the pain, grief in life’…. I’m not sorry for myself… somebody has to learn it… someone has to be able to tell others about it. Let them know they aren’t the only ones … ‘who hurt’.

Everything is going to be all right. Of course, the grief and pain will always be there… sometimes, it’ll be harder… but, I reached another ‘plane in life’ … I’m learning I can go on now… I’ve accepted what I can’t change… and I’ve coped with it.

I found out now… all my crying, grieving can’t change a thing. So, when I cry, grieve… I know it’s from the ‘great love I had for my only child… my son, Tommy’. This is ‘why I cry for Tommy… now’.

I miss him so much… he’s still ‘real’ in my mind. He seems to still be here… especially when I look at his photos. He was a real person, I knew him. I know what he sounded like… I still hear him speak, laugh, cry… in my mind. I ‘see him’ moving, walking, sitting… working… in my mind. He’s real… in my mind.

I cry because … now, this ‘is the only place I can find… Tommy. I can’t just call him, see him in person… I can’t hear him ‘try to sing’ anymore (Tommy, you really couldn’t sing, my special son :))) You see… I loved you my precious son… even now… we have to admit you couldn’t sing. I can see you smiling in my mind… because you can’t believe I’m saying that!

I write my life, about Tommy…. everything… the colors/my stories of my life at my primary blog… I share my life on Facebook, and on the Facebook page of Precious Camo… the little puppy I rescued from certain death on July 4th.

I published my book filled with my grief, pain…. my goal being accomplished … whether I ever make money or not, on it…. I made sure my son would never be forgotten.

Getting back, after saying ‘all this’…. I’m thinking this year everyone has had so many things happening that is sometimes, scary… unhappy… lost someone in death… lost their homes… lost their families in divorces… gas prices so high that money used for food, clothing, their families is used to buy gas to work to survive… and then, the … government ‘shut-down’.

So many unexpected things are happening in ‘today’s time, lots of times, it’s a ‘first’… things people haven’t had to deal with.

We are all affected by this… we can hardly afford to buy gas to travel to our doctor appointments… just to go to town 4 miles away… twenty dollars doesn’t buy much gas… our tanks go empty so quickly. We don’t complain… we keep on struggling along with everyone else. I worry about young families…. worry for this, worry for that… life’s very hard.

One could go on and on…. maybe that’s ‘why’ everyone wants the holidays earlier… the soft, wonderful, colorful lights that bring hope… when one looks into them, becomes lost in them… their minds will go to a ‘magical place’ quickly, wishing and thinking about loved ones… what they’d love to do for their loved ones… what they’d like to have in their life.

This ‘is a time of year that … anything can be possible! A dream can come true! Magic happens! Miracles happen!’ The most unexpected, wonderful things can happen…. ‘to anyone’!

The holiday sounds are wonderful, they bring back happy memories we all learned as children… it’s soothing, calming to our very souls to listen to.

We’ve grown up (even if mine were never happy times, I was happy for others… I would watch wonderful families to ‘know what holidays meant… I would try to ‘feel them in my mind’… I would walk in town where I lived… see through people’s windows… see bright lights, happy people moving around… sitting at their dining tables with their family members… even hear happy sounds! See the wonderful Christmas trees in the background, glowing with happy colors!)

Of course, being a child… I did … wish. Sadly, it didn’t happen… but, I still … lived. I still got up each time, ‘life pushed me to the ground’.

It’s the same way, ‘today’…. for three years I have been struggling to get back up… I almost ‘fell for the last time when life handed me the death of my son’. I have had such a time to stand up under the weight I carry now… the grief of my son being gone.

I think I’m standing up… now. It sure feels like it… I’m feeling the holidays ‘early’ …just like everyone seems to be this year. I’m going to decorate, make happy colors come alive in our home beginning in this following week. We don’t have a lot of money to spend… but, that’s okay. I’m going to make it special… all one has to do is look around… and ‘just feel the magic, and know anything can happen’!

Why? Because life is all about …. HOPE! Yes! That is what I’ve learned lately… life is all about ‘HOPE’.

I’ve learned another secret to life… Hope. I have learned that the secrets to life are: love, caring, giving…. and now… it’s hit me… a light came on! HOPE is a secret to life, too. I knew that… but, I ‘didn’t know’ that. ‘Now… I know….

There’s always hope… we never give up hope… no matter what… everything’s going to be alright. Just ‘you don’t ever give up hope’… you ‘get up from that ground, dust ‘them’ pants off… love, care, give even if it’s a smile, a kind word… and care with your heart about people, animals.

Even if you don’t have opportunity to do these things… feel them in your Heart. Remember everything’s going to be alright… I didn’t say it is going to be easy at all… it never has been in my experience… but, always HOPE. Where there’s hope, a miracle can happen… this is exactly how I feel about it. These are my words….

Where there’s HOPE.. a miracle can happen. You are reading words from a ‘Miracle’… you just don’t know it. If you knew everything… I would have nothing to write about anymore. :)))

I’m forever grateful to people who have touched my life in the most positive, wonderful ways. Who have given to me, without asking me if I needed anything…. who have said comforting words to me when I didn’t know they knew something was wrong with me… who never asked… just sensed. I’m grateful for so much in my life.

I always hoped… that no matter what… someone would care about me… be there for me. I don’t have many people ‘there’… but, I’m so fortunate… I could be all alone.

I just realized something at this very moment… ‘you are all there’! Do you know what? I’m so grateful for ‘you’… do you know ‘why’… you’ve all stayed here since I began writing… writing my pain, grief just after my son, Tommy… died. ‘You are still here’… plus, thousands more people! I’m so grateful for my ‘old and new friends’… I’m so grateful for ‘you’.

I forgot to say… that’s something else I’ve learned in life… and never mentioned. Do you know ‘why’? Because I’ve been so used to ‘being grateful’… I didn’t realize that I’d learned that ‘lesson’ a long time ago in my life. :))) Gratefulness… that’s another secret to … Life.

I’m going to be in the holiday spirit now… after three long years. I’m going to put those soft-colored, happy Christmas lights ‘everywhere’. Turn the little fireplace on … it’s here in the living room… put the little, sad Christmas tree we had up last year… back up this coming week…. it will be a happy, bittersweet tree this year… but, it’ll glow with happiness.

Skip is going to get up a bigger one to put in the living room… more soft-glowing lights to cast a magical atmosphere to ‘get lost in’. There might not be a whole lot of presents… that’s fine…. there will be light… light is life, hope.

The secrets to life are the things I just told you… to enjoy them, you have to ‘feel them inside’… you can’t buy them. Love, caring, giving…. hope… gratefulness.

They can’t be wrapped in a present… but, then… again… they ‘can be’ by the things we do get for our loved ones… even ‘the smallest things’. Symbols of all we feel… a way of showing how we care.

I know lots of people can give a lot… lots really can’t. That’s sad…because even knowing life isn’t about material things… people no matter how old, or young… are like children… they still hope, wish… it’s the way we are. We are just human… life is like that. :)))

No matter what… everything will be all right… no matter how bad, or how good… you will see something ‘good somewhere or other’. I know this to be true. Just pay attention… remember I never said it’d be easy… for some of us… it isn’t.

We are the ones who ‘had to learn the hard way’… maybe so, we’d tell others… maybe we can ‘save them from making the same mistakes… maybe to show them that no matter if you are dying, almost died… had cancer… you lived.

Maybe … losing a child… you still lived to tell your story… you still learned from life, so others can ‘see they can make it, too’.

Maybe… to see that you were bullied, you almost committed suicide, you were beaten, bad things happened in your life… to show others that…they too, can survive. Maybe… a child, or an adult who has been mistreated, injured by another mean person… had/have a terminal illness can read our words… and gain from them.

They can find a will to live… remember the old saying, ‘if there’s a will, there’s a way’?

Why all the ‘maybes’…. Just maybe… they can find HOPE… with hope, there’s life. Hope is the ‘light of life’… just look around you when you see people come together when ‘bad things’ happen. If one can’t be there… ‘go there in your mind’… send those special thoughts in the air with thousands of other thoughts, prayers… they really work. I know this in so many ways to be … true.

These are my opinions, my outlook on life…. I don’t tell anyone to do anything… I can only write from ‘my experience’…. and God knows all my experiences in life… have been ‘something else’.

But… what if someone was right at this very word I’m writing ‘now’… and felt something special inside? What ‘if they felt…. HOPE’!
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My links to these places are:

http://happycolorsandgrannygee.blogspot.com …my primary blog
(Come by my friend)..

https://facebook.com/camocameobates … the puppy I rescued… I’m almost ready to publish my book about her; her angel.

The title will be: Camie’s Angel, and will be sold only on Amazon.com . Her name was originally ‘Camo’ when I picked her up from the cold, wet ground… saved her.

Her angel renamed her ‘Camie… in my book… you can read in her words, ‘why?’. (Come be her friend, too).

See how people like you have helped to save her with their donations for her medical care… look at photos, see how she didn’t have hair on her body… since July 4th, 2013 until now (October 10, 2013.

Look how beautiful she is now… though, she isn’t healed yet… she has a ways to go… look at her beautiful hair, the expression in her eyes!

I call her …. ‘Our Pup’…. prayers, positive thoughts, love, and donations to her medical care have come from ‘all of Camie’s Angel… and all the Angels that have followed.
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Remember What Granny Gee Says … Candle + Flame = HOPE …How Will They Know? and Was That Anger?


Artwork… Just A Doodle For You… by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/Granny Gee

‘Remember Granny Gee’s Words:  Candle + Flame = HOPE’….

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NOTE:

I would like to give credit to one of my special blogger friends, her blog link is: http://thedrsays.org/ .

She left a comment that prompted me to thinking that ‘this is what I want to write about today.’  I hope you will visit her blog, she writes about her illness … her words touch something deep within me… your hearts will be touched, also.

 My Friend’s Words:

 1st comment by her…  in your email you said we had more in common than i knew and after reading

this i am in awe of just how much we have had in common. at the ver least you

have learned how important it is to tell your story so future generations can

know you.

‘How Will They Know’ came to my mind, when I read this…

2nd comment by her…’I wore combat boots and jumped out of planes! we have experienced so much more

than the average person and it has been a blessing upon us. now we may have to

accept there are changes we weren’t expecting. as long as you are alive there is

hope! never stop dreaming or imagining it could happen. who knows what this New

Year brings?’

‘Hope’ … came to my mind, when I read this … I saw the candle in my mind… brightly burning.

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Remember What Granny Gee Says… Candle + Flame = HOPE

How Will They Know?  …and Was That Anger?

By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

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‘HOPE’……     I read the words above, written by my friend.  The question ‘how will they know’, and the meaning of the word ‘hope’ came to my mind.

‘Hope’… that word has so much meaning to me.  At one time in my life I could have just succumbed to my life-threatening illness… ‘let go’ … I had already given up hope.  I ‘knew’ I was going to die, no ‘if’s and buts’…. it was just … a matter of time.  When?

Remember when I wrote about being diagnosed with non-Hodgkins lymphoma?  My words can in no way describe the hell I lived in for 3 years (strange enough …. the number ‘3’ is so, significant in my life).

The horrible, painful tests… the chemotherapy treatments… losing my hair from the effects of the chemo medicines (this happened twice), how sick I was, how when ‘friends, family’ saw me… they turned their backs on me,the needles, the horrible surgeries that left me in pain for the rest of my life, learning to hold things in my hands again, to walk without help… I can go … on and on, I won’t.

You get the ‘picture’…. but, you don’t ‘know’… you just don’t know… unless you’ve walked ‘in my shoes.’  In others’ shoes who have been there…..

Just one ‘little thing’ such as when Skip would take me with him to get me out of the house… to the supermarket.  I would walk so slowly, my body full of pain, drugs… we would see ‘our friends’ see us… turn their backs, walk quickly out of sight to another aisle.   They could always say ‘oh!  I didn’t see you!’

My ‘family, friends’ didn’t want to see me…  I was ‘a goner’, they were afraid of me.  Just think how such affects a very sick person… I cried during those 3 years just as I’ve cried for my son’s death… only it’s worst with my son… I lost my child, my only child.

I don’t know if one can ever truly put 3 years of trying to recover from such an illness … into mere words.  You could never know, see the pain, grief of knowing you were going to die, how many times you cried, mourned ‘your own death.’

Combine all the ‘little things’ I wrote in the above paragraghs … it still doesn’t touch ‘how to describe.’  Skip was the only person, our Pups… who gave me reason to live… and when Tommy found out.  Skip gave me reason to live… when Tommy died… he and our Pups.

Not my ‘family, friends’… they contributed to my loss of hope.  ‘I was already …dead.’  You see … I could still ‘see’ through my drugged, foggy mind, with my eyes.  I could ‘feel’ through my drugged body.  I could ‘hear’ with my ears.

Did I just ‘feel anger?’  I think I did, when I remember my nephew hurting me not long ago.  He became ‘full of himself’, he was just beginning college, was popular because he plays golf well… when I complimented him… he began saying ‘remember when you didn’t come to see us?’, and such things … he’ll never know how wrong he was to do that to me.

I’ve always loved them with my very heart.  Skip was very upset to know he could have acted like this… he expected more from him … we always ‘knew’ he’d be somebody… we never knew …. he’d be somebody to hurt me.  That’s ‘who he is’ now… to me.

He doesn’t know ‘anything’… he was too young.  I still ‘see them riding by merrily, waving.. with smiles on their faces’ as I sat there on the steps… my happy smile to see them since I’d almost died, dissolve into tears, crying.

No one cared…….  why didn’t you come to see me?  I’d just gotten out of the hospital, lucky to be there… I was thinking of you all …. why didn’t you come?  You contributed to my loss of… hope.  Had you ‘let go’ of me in your minds… just happened to see me ‘still there’… pretend nothing was wrong as you went merrily your way?  For one of you to grow up to say ‘do you remember when you didn’t come to see us?’

I have just vented something I didn’t know ‘was there’… I thought ‘those feelings’ were gone, I didn’t care anymore.  You just saw … nothing ever goes completely away … when pain has been inflicted upon us … no matter that we fight to forgive so, we can go on.  We don’t forget….  anyway… my life, my story ‘goes on’………

Then, came the time I accepted dying … I had no hope…. my candle was barely burning … I became calm inside …. I won’t go on.

I laid on my bed with no hope, accepted the worst that could happen … I didn’t fight anymore.  I was like a deflated balloon, I had no more air to fill it out anymore …no more air to gently blow on my candle of … hope.

I worried for Tommy, how it would affect him, if it’d make him begin trying to get back to the USA to me… if he knew.  He was in Germany.

I made Skip promise not to tell him, he didn’t for a time… when he did ….Tommy meant to come home to his mama.  Tommy … did.  ‘Neither hell nor high water kept him back.’  He meant to get home across that ocean……

Hope … look at that word.  We all take it for granted… I don’t, I know better.  Hope … is a word that is most special, it creates miracles… puts light into a dark world… it guides one toward life.

Hope … when you think of hope now… remember something Granny Gee wants you ‘to see’ …. in your mind.  When we ‘see a picture in our minds, we always remember.’

‘See this’……  a candle with a bright, burning flame sitting on the table in front of you.  Look at it, watch it…. do you see how brightly it burns?

Imagine that flame begins to lessen… it could go out without some kind of attention.  This could be due to all kinds of things… example:  like when I gave up hope, ‘knew I was going to die.’

The flame almost burned out… until … life was breathed back into the flame!  Imagine … gently blowing on the flame to make it come alive again… hope begins to shine again…  this is the point miracles can, will happen.  They do happen… they did happen to me.

It takes different things, maybe unexpected ways of making the  flame take on ‘life’ again … to shine ‘hope.’  Sometimes, at the moment it may even take ‘mean things’ to make the light/hope shine again….

Remember, I told you that we need ‘mean people sometimes to do good things in this world?’  :))) I don’t mean Skip is mean … I’m just saying!  :)))

For example:  my ‘candle began to shine again, reflecting hope once more in my dark world from ‘mean words!’  Skip said those words to me, knowing if he could ‘reach my fighting spirit (we all know I have a ‘helluva fighting spirit!)’……. that I’d begin fighting to come back… not die… live!

Reach my fighting spirit, he did!  At that instant when he spoke to it, I ‘knew I wasn’t going anywhere!’  He ‘made that flame burn very bright.’  He touched my emotions with his words, he meant for me not to die… he gave me my Hope again.

I meant to live, I meant to live… live, I did!  I meant it …. I put ‘my foot down, held my ground.’  Like Tommy, neither ‘hell nor high water kept me down.’

So, through time… when my candle seems to burn dimly … I look at it in my mind … I gently begin blowing on it ever so gently, so as … to bring it back alive again.  Miracles, good things begin to happen.

I’m not saying I’m so positive, so cheerful, life is perfect all the time for me…. not!  Remember how I told you that I’m not perfect at all … how I tried once to be … failed miserably?  Well, I’m … still not perfect.

Guess what?  I’m an imperfect Granny Gee/Gloria… so, never think of me as ‘she’s perfect, she has everything, life is just as she wants it, and all that good stuff.’  It’s not true… our life everyday is a struggle just as a lot of other people we know.

But… that’s okay.  I don’t think any of us were meant to be perfect … or how else do we learn to feel emotions that are important … if we didn’t, then… I’m sure everyone would be dead.

Why?  Because… no one would learn from mistakes to know what’s important such as … love, caring, feeling for one another.

I reach the point from time to time since then… I almost give up hope.  Until something Skip says (he knows ‘exactly how to push my buttons’)…. brings my ‘fighting spirit’ back out.  Once that appears … we are going to have a ‘helluva fight!’  I’m going to … win.  :)))

Oh, I just want you to know … I know ‘how to push Skip’s buttons’, too!  :)))  I can’t let you all think that ‘he is the only one!’  :)))  I’ve made him ‘fight, too.’  Skip has almost died several times … I know my words … made a difference, too.

Hope … that one little beautiful word … imagine the flame on a candle … that’s ‘Hope’.  Don’t let it ever go out.  Even if you aren’t perfect, and even give up sometimes like I do (we just aren’t perfect at all!)…… always come back … to the candle in your mind…. what does it do?

It burns with a bright flame … Hope.  If the flame is dim… just breathe on it gently… bring Hope back into your life, your heart.  Sometimes, the simplest things… are … so hard to do.  I know with my imperfect self.

‘HOW WILL THEY KNOW?’  This question came to my mind when I read my friend’s words…  ‘at the ver least you

have learned how important it is to tell your story so future generations can

know you.’

This is how they will know.  They will know through my words, my photos, my ‘pictures I paint with my words’, just as my artwork I paint, draw, create with my ‘Granny Gee/Gloria’ hands.

‘Candle… Flame =  HOPE    

Granny Gee’s instructions for never losing HOPE are:   If the flame appears to lessen, burn dimly in your life … no matter what the circumstances are … begin breathing gently on the flame to make it light up the dark world around you.

If you do that… you will begin to see other candles … your flame, your life will join others in never giving up, to always have HOPE.

Remember Granny Gee’s words if you ever find yourself crying, sad, in whatever circumstances life throws at you.

Remember … HOPE.   Just think of a candle sitting alone on a table… gently blow on it.  Watch in your mind… as your world begins to … brighten.  Look around in that ‘darkness’… see other flames yours will join …. making light/Hope shine for …everyone.

These are my words, my thoughts this morning.  I hope I created ‘artwork’ in your minds with my ‘word painting.’  :)))  I don’t apologize for the little vent of anger in my today’s story … it is real life, it really hurt me.  This is my story, and as that song goes…. ‘I’m sticking to it.’  Real life is like this….

See… I told you that I wasn’t … perfect.  I need to write that 500 times…..

Granny Gee isn’t perfect.

Granny Gee isn’t perfect.

Granny Gee isn’t perfect.

Granny Gee isn’t perfect.

Granny Gee isn’t perfect.

I’m … still … not … perfect.  This doesn’t help at all.  :)))  But, I’m still a ‘good Granny Gee/Gloria.’  I know I’m ‘mean, sometimes.’

Don’t be mean, Granny Gee.

Don’t be mean, Granny Gee.

Don’t be mean, Granny Gee.

Don’t be mean, Granny Gee.

Don’t be mean, Granny Gee.

I’m … still … mean, sometimes.  This doesn’t help at all.  :))) But, I’m still a ‘good Granny Gee/Gloria.’

Remember I told you …. that we need … mean people in the world … sometimes?   I’m just saying…………………….  :)))