You Karens just love to antagonize, analyze and criticize. It’s as if there is nothing better nor good to say. Even Jesus didn’t have 100% approval. Why can’t these folks go about their day? What is wrong here? I just want to work and live. Every move I make is under scrutiny. Someone needs to stop before there’s a mutiny. This isn’t the old men from the Muppets. This also isn’t a slaveship not a bunch of puppets. I invite anyone to see how it is from my end. Wear my shoes. Ease up on the boos. It’s a lot of work and effort to do what I do. Unless you can relate, there’s nothing to say. Try it another day


Stand In The Gap

There is a void, a whole. I feel emptiness like the bottom of a bowl. I miss my friend, cook, counselor, my heart. I didn’t know it would be this dark. I’m so thankful for you that is there. You who calls, texts, visits, sends gifts and stuff. Your presence isn’t merely fluff. I’m thankful that you stood in the gap. I love it no cap. I love to go where it’s like a big hug. There is a huge welcome rug. I used to hate those but now they’re my lifeline. The fence is still going up but there is an open door. I will need pet sitters, counselors, friends, hugs, listening ears and fun folk. I know they won’t bust like an egg yolk. Thank you for those I know will be there long term and until I go. You filled the space and kept a smooth flow.


You prepared me for every aspect of life you knew about. Heartbreak, debt, bills, working, parenthood, hope and doubt. You were always there by my side. I always had you in which to confide. You prepared me even with after life affairs and your plans. I even have tons of veggies and beans in cans. I was ready except for how to grieve and live without you. Hearing your voice daily, talking to you, getting my hug. I do know to keep the house clean and vacuum that rug. I’m getting a lot of things done you wanted. I know I’ll press on but unsure what the process looks like. These problems can’t be solved with a brisk hike. I have resources for living, memories and stories. Your legacy will not perish. Your spirit will flourish. I want to feel you more. It’s a daily battle. All I can do is stay on the saddle. I want you here but God needed you more. We are all borrowed and lent. You served your purpose from which you were sent. I will still love and miss you. You were the glue and life of the property and ring. I will live my life until I see you again and sing. The quiet parts are hard.¬† I will stay busy, active¬† and lively. I can see the angels sent for comfort. I want you back and now I will settle for life after your passing. I can’t wait to meet you again and I want to live life well so I will see you again.