Category Archives: Sad

Welcome Home

She sits alone before the massive windows of the terminal, staring absently at the tarmac.  Silently she waits, radiating an air of calm introspection.  It is not until one draws closer that they can see past the ramrod straight back … Continue reading

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The Funeral

I have to go to a funeral next week.  I don’t want to go, but then, who, if they had a choice, would want to attend one.  It is not that it is sad, per se, which it is.  It … Continue reading

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Walter

He stood and aimlessly watched the parade of patrons and volunteers that wandered daily past his kennel. All so familiar, so ordinary. Just like every other day he mused. Nothing new. Nothing special. Moving to the small crumpled blanket near … Continue reading

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I Am – You Are

Originally posted on oldmainer:
I recently read a post on Splitspeak.wordpress.com that contained a poem by Shel Silverstein from his book “Every Thing On It”.  It is called “Masks”.  It so typified, to me, how we go through life so…

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Saying Goodbye

I stepped out on the front porch with my mother.  She turned briefly and made sure the door was locked before we, together, made our way down the steps.  It was a beautiful summer day, but I hadn’t noticed.  Actually, … Continue reading

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Support Our Troops

Every once in a while, I stumble across a post or video that is so powerful, I just have to share it.  Today is one of those days.  This video was made by a 15 year old girl.  Not a … Continue reading

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Meeting Molly

Scott stood, leaning against the wall, looking out the window, a cup of coffee gripped firmly in both hands to lessen the tremor . He watched as the rivulets of rain carved a crooked path down the window panes, his … Continue reading

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