Saturday, August 09, 2014
The Disability Grapevine
****The Number One Daily Newspaper for People with Disability****
(The Daily Voice Of The Disability People)
Issue # 37-Sunday
Title of Article:
Letter To The Editor-Mike
If there ever was a time to start a movement this is it. This young man
needs an attorney to go at the system tooth and nail. Actually a public plea
would help. Start a Free Mike campaign even if leaflets need to be printed
and plastered all over the country. This sounds like a clear case of system
He won't survive with out that kind of help.
Call and re call TV, newspapers, celebrities, legislators, governor, any
one you can think of.
Use any legal means possible.
I have worked in institutions and know if they have a judges order they can
medicate at will.
Sunday, January 12, 2014
and fly away with it,
tissue of a love gone missing from your life.
Friday, March 12, 2010
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
I hear from Kat every now and then on email, maybe I'll remind her of this site. *Ring, Ring*
Something between the two of them.
Miss ya Mom. We all think of you often.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
In my way, I see this as keeping Mom's memory alive. It's also the only way I can talk to her now.
For all of you out there who lost a mother, sister, aunt, or other woman close to you through the evil of breast cancer, my condolences. Mom was only in her late 50's when the disease took her, just a few days after my birthday. That is just too young. It's not right, and it still pisses me off.
Rainbows On The Wall:
Sitting here watching,
Rainbows dance on the wall,
Is it an angel,
What's making it,
I can't see where from,
All the words are said,
Just waiting on the,
If the angels are spinning,
'Round and round the ceiling,
I wish I saw them clearly,
There by the painting,
Little Gypsy woman on the wall,
There's rainbows all around you,
Rainbows on the wall,
You went through.
By: Daniel A. Stafford
Said good bye to Mom today,
big hug, she wanted to go to sleep.
Mom is gone. She chose complete sedation -
unconsciousness until the end. I found a little angel pin
in the doorway to her room, and I pegged it into the wall,
over her doorway. Just a tiny thing. Maybe it was the
answer to this poem.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
The Darkest Hour:What are the words you say,
When the one who shaped so much of your life,
Lies hurting and you can not help,
Have nothing but the arms of love to offer,
There in the unseeable black face of good-bye?
I know there will be no more words soon,
And I wish I could put every word in the universe,
Here, now, this minute,
In perfect order with perfect heart,
Just to make you know I love you,
I and many more of us.
When you step through the veil,
Walk beyond all this broken dream,
Sleep, rest, find comfort,
Follow your heart's desires,
Knowing we will love you all the way.
We'll stand by you,
Just before the dawn,
In the darkest hour.
When our own night falls,
We shall find you no matter how far,
Go without fear and without worry,
Into the sunshine.
You take all our love with you, Mom.
That's what you say.
We love you.
By: Daniel A. Stafford
Words are the mind's bridge - its connection to all the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - its connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
I can hardly believe it. She was always such a force and presence in my life, it's like she's never really gone. Except when I feel like picking up the phone to call. I have a pretty good idea of what she'd say.
Miss ya, Mom. Always will.