Hello Darklings,
Dear Patricia and Lucretia and everyone who sent me get well wishes, Thank You, Thank You. There is something energizing knowing and feeling the caring from people, I know that when the heart is lifted everything else will follow.
I must confess I had a miserable night, sweating and everything, Doyle helped me change nightgowns (the Flannel type) and sheets and pillow cases because I sweated so much it became very damp, Sis said to not worry she'd do the laundry tonight.
Now I'm dressed in a sweat suit, thick socks, a flannel robe, fuzzy-wuzzy slippers, a knitted cap to keep my head warm, nose all red, eyes all red, hacking, wheezing, sniffiling and sometimes looking for something to throw up in---as our Daddy would say "This one's a beaut!" Louise said last night that once I have a good retching I'll begin to feel better. I know Darklings---How gross.
But she was right, last night, middle of the night, with Doyle holding my hair back, I worshiped the toilet bowl god, and then a libation of Alka Seltzer for Cold or Flu, I think I'll buy stock in that company.
Doyle said he would buy some Ginger Ale to help keep my stomach settled, and he said he'd serve it in a champagne flute, a classy man, but right now I don't look or feel classy. But Sis and Louise said I'll be feeling better in no time, as I feel like an ex-Klingon battle crusier dragged through a wormhole back wards and meeting up with Romulans with their cloaking devise right now.
I know it does sound like I'm being a pitty-puppy but I know all of you have gone through the same thing, so we can all comiserate.
I'm wondering if after I recover if I should get a flu shot and Sis said that once I'm up to par I should because there is more than one strain out there.
Belladonna and Wiener are keeping eyes on me, Doyle and Sis take turns walking them. Louise is busy, and rightfully so, making arrangements to move into her new place, but she will prepare dinner tonight, she is a marvelous cook, but she feels bad that it might be too rich for me to eat, I told her to not worry and go ahead.
And now Darklings, I'm feeling sleepy again, and that is the best medicine----right after Alka Seltzer for Cold or Flu.
Later Darklings
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Thursday, November 7, 2013
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
Of Thank Yous' and further thoughts~~~~
Hello My Darklings,
Dear Underground for Tea, Rebecca and all of you who expressed kind thoughts about the loss of our brother, Thank You to all of you.
Yes, even now years later the loss is painful but now we’ve come to accept that, I feel that it was the religious faith my parents and family members had and instilled into us that to each of our lives there is pain. That all of life is a learning lesson, we cannot learn if we do not struggle, we cannot appreciate the joys unless we also have the losses.
Mother would look to the “Sorrows of Mary” to understand the pain a parent must go through, if more people would look to that it can at least, help towards understanding that we all must go through some form of that. It is ages old, and will continue forever, that is why we contribute to St. Jude Hospital and programs that will help young people learn to avoid violence, to lead them away from violent acts. When our Parents learned of the hospital that Danny Thomas founded, they contributed regularly and often in memory of Matt.
St. Jude is the patron saint of hopeless causes or situations; Danny Thomas was a struggling comedian he vowed if he became successful he would build a shrine to St. Jude to help those in need. He did become successful and he never forgot his vow; many old timers remember his T.V. program “Make Room for Daddy”, he produced other T.V. programs, his daughter Marlo Thomas starred in her own program “That Girl”. Danny Thomas made good on his promise to St. Jude; his daughter continues the work her father started.
So even now for anyone with a heart breaking loss, like those who are now suffering from the devastation the Tornado’s caused in Kansas, you can only come out of it stronger, to have the faith and patience of the prophet Job, the love and compassion of Mother Mary to deal with heart brake. To give into it only means that you will never live to appreciate and to grow from what your loved one’s have taught you, you have to grow stronger.
It is what helped my family and especially my sister and I expanded on what our brother taught us, my sister and younger brother passed this on to their children and with my sister’s oldest daughter she is passing it on to her children. We don’t turn away from disaster or horror, we deal with it, we’ve made sure that our children (or for me nieces and nephews) are not naïve about people and situations.
Matt’s professor, his other teachers and the dean of his college posthumously awarded his college degree, our youngest brother marched onto the stage to receive it in Matt’s memory. Our parents framed it and hung it up on a special wall next to Matt’s picture.
Our younger Brother has it now.
By Matt’s example, we, his siblings worked hard to get scholarships to go to college so it would be less of a financial burden on our parents, we also worked part time to off-set costs, we did it because Matt inspired us, but Dad insisted that we go to a college that was much closer to home so we’d only be a hour from home by bus, if we had to study late Dad or Uncle Mannie would make every effort to pick us up, perhaps our family was being over protective but understandable and we did not object.
Every year, on or near the date of what would be his graduation one or all of us, takes flowers to his grave, in celebration of his life.
Perhaps that is also what being Goth is all about, to understand the sufferings of the world, to know the darkness, to understand it, and to make it a little less dark
Again my Darklings, Thank You for your kind thoughts and words.
Later Darklings
Dear Underground for Tea, Rebecca and all of you who expressed kind thoughts about the loss of our brother, Thank You to all of you.
Yes, even now years later the loss is painful but now we’ve come to accept that, I feel that it was the religious faith my parents and family members had and instilled into us that to each of our lives there is pain. That all of life is a learning lesson, we cannot learn if we do not struggle, we cannot appreciate the joys unless we also have the losses.
Mother would look to the “Sorrows of Mary” to understand the pain a parent must go through, if more people would look to that it can at least, help towards understanding that we all must go through some form of that. It is ages old, and will continue forever, that is why we contribute to St. Jude Hospital and programs that will help young people learn to avoid violence, to lead them away from violent acts. When our Parents learned of the hospital that Danny Thomas founded, they contributed regularly and often in memory of Matt.
St. Jude is the patron saint of hopeless causes or situations; Danny Thomas was a struggling comedian he vowed if he became successful he would build a shrine to St. Jude to help those in need. He did become successful and he never forgot his vow; many old timers remember his T.V. program “Make Room for Daddy”, he produced other T.V. programs, his daughter Marlo Thomas starred in her own program “That Girl”. Danny Thomas made good on his promise to St. Jude; his daughter continues the work her father started.
So even now for anyone with a heart breaking loss, like those who are now suffering from the devastation the Tornado’s caused in Kansas, you can only come out of it stronger, to have the faith and patience of the prophet Job, the love and compassion of Mother Mary to deal with heart brake. To give into it only means that you will never live to appreciate and to grow from what your loved one’s have taught you, you have to grow stronger.
It is what helped my family and especially my sister and I expanded on what our brother taught us, my sister and younger brother passed this on to their children and with my sister’s oldest daughter she is passing it on to her children. We don’t turn away from disaster or horror, we deal with it, we’ve made sure that our children (or for me nieces and nephews) are not naïve about people and situations.
Matt’s professor, his other teachers and the dean of his college posthumously awarded his college degree, our youngest brother marched onto the stage to receive it in Matt’s memory. Our parents framed it and hung it up on a special wall next to Matt’s picture.
Our younger Brother has it now.
By Matt’s example, we, his siblings worked hard to get scholarships to go to college so it would be less of a financial burden on our parents, we also worked part time to off-set costs, we did it because Matt inspired us, but Dad insisted that we go to a college that was much closer to home so we’d only be a hour from home by bus, if we had to study late Dad or Uncle Mannie would make every effort to pick us up, perhaps our family was being over protective but understandable and we did not object.
Every year, on or near the date of what would be his graduation one or all of us, takes flowers to his grave, in celebration of his life.
Perhaps that is also what being Goth is all about, to understand the sufferings of the world, to know the darkness, to understand it, and to make it a little less dark
Again my Darklings, Thank You for your kind thoughts and words.
In my next post it will be something much less sad.
Later Darklings
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