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My story begins the day my father died. He was my friend,my mentor, but first and foremost my wonderful loving father. He tried to teach me all about the pains of the world. He would talk every day and he had the patience of Job. He could be funny and ver...

Honky Tonk Bar

We can dance if we want to

"We can dance if we want to." So that's what they did. They drove about an hour away to the nearest honky tonk. The music was mostly Texas two-step and foxtrot but the band got a little funky at times trying new things. They danced that night, having fun...

It has been so long Since I saw your faceMy arms long to hold youMy lips to tasteTo hear your laughterAnd songs you sing To watch you sleepOr share a mealWe will not failA love this strongAlways goes onWe wait and dreamDream and waitOur time will comeBeca...

My Eagle

He is so free and majestic as his white head and splayed white tail propel...

It never failed. I was never surprised anymore. I walk out here with my fleece throw, my cup of coffee in hand, and sit on the bench overlooking the lake. Then, without question, there he is, always soaring high above the lake fog. I swear I can see the w...

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Our Last Time

A sweet memory.

It was just after midnight on January 1, 2008. The sound of revelers and slow moving traffic going around the Arc de Triomphe de l'Étoile down the Champs-Élysées drifted up to our room. Carol and I stood on the balcony of our hotel room in Paris, France w...

Angel from his past.

Bobby attempts to reconnect himself with a former crush.

Darlene had barely walked into the employee entrance door when she was grabbed by the arm by Gina, her friend, and co-worker."Dar, that guy that was asking about you last week is back," she announced excitedly.Darlene continued to head to her locker to ge...

My grandma and I sat on the bench, watching the river. I was eight, and she was almost eighty.“You see how still the river is, love?” she asked as she drew me close to her. “The deeper the river, the stiller it becomes.”I nodded.“Be like this river as you...

Until We Meet Again

Written for and dedicated in loving memory to my beautiful Angel Face, Katy

Another years gone by since God called you home;It's never gotten easier, but still, we carry on;We take each day as it comes, a moment at a time;And bask in cherished memories, that always cross our minds;You were a precious gift, sent from Heaven up abo...