Not the first year. Not much the second year but when she died, when did you forget her? Her name is rarely mentioned, her fb is never written in memory, her picture is never liked. Did you forget her when it was less painful to remember or did you just not really think of her even before?
Did you forget what she brought to our lives? Did you forget as life went on and it really meant that forgetting her was part of it? Do you ever go to her site and just remember? Did you forget how she laughed, did your forget her beautiful smile?
I wonder because I did not, can not and will not. I will never forget the horrible crash or the fire that consumed her body so that we could only do a cremation. I will never forget the part of my heart that left with her and I am glad because I am reminded everyday she is gone. I am glad she does not have to suffer anymore but I still remember.
Did you forget her when it became more of a hassle to put somewhere that you loved her? Was it because she was 23 and not 10 when she died? Was it because she meant nothing of enough importance to even think about? Look at her picture, think of who she was and I hope, then, you remember.
Thanks to all my fellow bloggers! so many offer encouragement like today from noelleg44! I am glad some of my blogs encourage and I am glad some of them are real and about life and i am glad some of you are drawn to my silly stuff!
I want you to know that you, likewise encourage me and I love your blogs and try to keep updated although some days i get a lot read and somedays I am working on things and cannot.
Either way, I thank you all and may we all continue to lift each other up and help each other when we are down! have a great day!
I write these blogs to encourage, to help people who suffer from issues I do, to bring hope to some who feel alone and to share stories and talk to fellow bloggers. I write a variety of things from quotes, thoughts on life, issues with panic and anxiety, stories, poems and more. I also share my photography and artwork that i do as part of my headline.
I hope it does help some and encourage. I hope others enjoy the poems, stories and thoughts. I also hope the art and photography brings a smile to some people. So, that is why I blog and I try to read as much as i can from my fellow bloggers, like and share some of the the things I like and although i may not always reply, I am reading. 🙂 Have a great day!
Now 36, she was used to all kids of weird things happening but the rat attacking her had put a really bad taste to her day. However, it would only be later that she realized how blessed she truly was. The Journalist, Ronald Simp, went home, got his wife Maurita, a teacher at the local school and had her take him to the hospital. He was treated and released after being given a rabies vaccine until he could go back and try and find the rat. Until then he would have to come back for rabies treatment.
The time of infection was different for each person. The nurse, Andrina, was infected when Ronald’s open wound got on a cut she had that had not fully healed and she was often absent minded about putting on her surgical gloves with patients. It took 3 hours before she began running a high fever. She was going to call off and go home but the hospital was filling up with sick patients and she had never seen so many at once so she decided to stay. Andrina worked, attended to patients and passed along the infection to some who might have survived but she was coughing and it in turn infected them, most of whom were not immune. Neither was she. When the infection finally affected her, she was helping a doctor stitch a wound while he checked two other patients, and the heat came on. Within minutes, she had attacked the Doctor.
Ronald Simp, the Journalist, took 7 hours and while having relations with his wife, bit her on the neck but since this was not unusual in their routine, she just thought he bit a little harder than usual. While she was at school the next day, her husband became fully infected and was the first in his neighborhood to attack someone when he was brought a mail delivery. The mail carrier, Richard Townsley, was bored and hot, waiting for someone to answer the door. It was his last delivery for the day and he was tired and at 300 lbs. sweating profusely. He hated the job but it paid good so he kept it. He was strumming his fingers on the box he was delivering when the man opened the door.
Richard stepped back without realizing it when he saw the mans crazed look and his eyes that were red and a dark purplish color on the pupils. He was about to drop the box and run when the man grabbed him and ripped his throat open with his teeth and then drank the sprouting blood. Ronald then ran out of the house, looking for fresh blood. As for Mack Buyer, he was immune but not fully.. He was now a carrier for as long as he had a fever. When his fever let up his immunity would kick in.
A zombie world
By: L.S. Rockel
Copyright 2014 All Rights reserved
North Georgia & Florida
It started with a virus. They all start with a virus of some sort. This virus came from a lab rat who escaped during testing for various cures but it was infected. A careless employee forgot to close the cage after hearing one of the other other animals trying to tear out of theirs. The Rat chewed its way out of the lab, through a very thin wall and out until it made its way to a subdivision nearly 20 minutes away. By this point the infection was raging and the rat wanted to feed. It only had a few hours left before lack of feeding on fresh blood would kill it.
It chewed its way into a garage where Mack Buyers, an accountant with a love for anything risky, was taking a week of vacation time in Florida to surf and play around. He had left his car door open while grabbing luggage for the airport. The rat jumped into the car and waited. Mack drove to the airport and as he was getting his luggage, the rat grabbed his hand with its teeth and bit in. Mack flung the rat off and, being in a hurry so as not to miss his flight, got his first aid kit and applied some antibiotic cream and a couple of band aids. He would find a Doctor when he got to Florida. Right now he needed to catch that flight.
When the rat was able to get back up, it was by now in an almost rabid state. It attacked a flight attendant when she got out of her car and bit her on the calf where it finally drew some much needed blood. A journalist just arriving home heard her scream and came running to assist her. As he jerked the rat off, it jumped onto his arm where it bit him before he was able to fling it down and stomp on it. The rat was dead but the virus was just beginning.
The flight attendant, Janice Dodge, boarded her plane where she treated the bite until she could land and see a doctor, which she did 6 hours later. She was immune and would never run a fever but she was such a rarity, her battle would be fighting those who were not immune. Janice had been a flight attendant since she was 24.
I laugh, I love, I hope, I try, I hurt, I need, I feel and I cry.
I know you feel the same things too,
So we are not really that different- me and you.
We build walls around our lives and our hearts but sometimes it is okay to cry. Sometimes our hearts need the release of just letting it all out and letting it go. We live in a beautiful but harsh world where it seems to make you appear weak if you cry but you are not. You are strong and crying is an emotion of strength.
We have to face so many battles and obstacles that it can be a heavy load to bear and to constantly smile through it all, well kudos to those who can. I am just too human and open for all of that. I am strong willed, determined, but man, sometimes i just have to let it all out and have a good cry.
I feel such a release after. I pray, I live right the best I can, I try to do right by others, I pick my battles but life can be tough. So I just hope there are others like me who know that at times, a good old fashioned cry down is the cure for healing.
Life can be so beautiful and yet so ugly.
Love, happiness, babies. marriage, friendship, family,adoption, playing, running, adventures, prayers, reading, painting, writing, flowers, trees, the four seasons, the pureness of snow, the laughter of a child.
Bills, stress, death of a child, burdens, anxiety, hatred, racism, divorce, affairs, riots, abuse of children and women, burning our flag, killing, using people, destroying.
Something so beautiful and yet so ugly
You know sometimes, life is like a bowl of prunes . You get to the point that everything seems just shriveled and out of whack.You often do what you can, when you can. Then it just gets to where you don’t understand people, things and so much more.
So, Pluck out the prunes and find the cherries and enjoy the savory juice of it all. Then when the prunes are gone you are surrounded by stunning red cherries. Just a thought for the day.
Life is like a busted sewage system sometimes. The more honest you are, the more crap you have to clean up.