Monthly Archives: August 2016

Time for the Sky

How could I have been so busy that I didn’t have time for the sky?

The setting I seek, to drift, and ponder each and every why.

The Railing

16 weeks have passed.

The days come, and they go.

The hours are filled with the monotony of routine, and the tasks that seem to work their way into every open time slot.

There is so much activity that requires nearly no thought. Then, there’s the stuff that gets done while going through the motions. Maybe while thinking about what’s next on the list.

But then, in the midst of the mundane, you step up from the brick walkway, onto the steps leading to the door you’ve passed through thousands of times before. And right then, right there, as you reach for the railing that hasn’t been there all that long, symmetry, it all comes together. Like an invisible wall slammed right in front of you, you stop in your tracks.

See, it’s been 16 weeks. Dad went home to be with the Lord. Before he went he slowly lost abilities that we take for granted while running around with our heads cut off. The railing was added so Dad could better help himself up and down the steps leading to and from the entry way. He would reach for the railing to steady himself. He needed it. He counted on it. He was happy to reach it at the end of the walkway. It was a help to him. Yet, it wasn’t there for very long.

Collage on the fridge at home. (C) 1inawesomewonder.

 Photo of the collage on the fridge at home. (C) 1inawesomewonder. (Photo edited in Sketch mode on my phone)

Now, Dad is gone. The railing it still does its’ job, and I reached for it just today. But I would rather have reached for Dad. Reached for his arm, to steady him. To let him know that he was alright.

I walked those steps with Dad many times. I held his arm steady many more times. I prepped the railing to better deflect the sun’s heat as to keep it comfortable to the touch. Today, I reached for that railing, and everything stopped. I was snapped out of the whirlwind of chaotic life, and directly into a trance. I froze, looking at this railing on the side of the house. My eyes teared up thinking that Dad would never again walk these steps. The railing will help others, but Dad won’t rely on it again.

I stood there thinking about my Dad. Dad’s birthday was last week. He would have been 75. 75, that’s it. God knew it was time to bring him home. I can’t argue with that. I just get to stand alone, frozen in emotion, holding on to a railing that represents so much more to me.

Let There Be Light-ning

Hartland, New Brunswick, July 2016 –

We had a blast taking the footage. We talked. We laughed. And every once in a while, we just stopped everything in order to exclaim, Wow! Ahhh! Incredible! OOOOHHHHH! Did you see that!?!? And other sounds that often sound something like words.


Lightning Pics from Hartland, NB

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These are still pictures taken from video. These pictures were taken in, and around, Hartland, New Brunswick, Canada. July 2016. My cousin, his girlfriend, and I, spent a couple of hours venturing out in to the warm evening along the … Continue reading

Holding On

Are all of the days this long? I’m tired to the point that my body wants to tap out.

Can’t I just sit here with my thoughts for a while longer? Must we always sleep?

Right now it’s quiet. There are no additional requirements.

Peace sits next to me and it too, is at ease. Please let this last.

Sleep, I need badly, but if only not to interrupt the balance of perpetual thought.

A soundtrack plays in the background, moods changing every few hours.

But right now, it’s all good. Ahhh, it’s good. Exhaustion starts to employ physics.

The promise of peaceful slumber hangs on my eyelids like freezing rain on twigs.

The soundtrack cranks along, and the days credits roll. I reach for the moment.

Knowing, that this one blip on the eternal timeline will never again repeat.

And, then it is over, the fight, a TKO, with sleep the winner.

And with the sleep needed, a winner, so am I.