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Post by goldenmyst on Dec 2, 2021 20:40:41 GMT -6
Before I Was Born
Her obsidian eyes burn the color of the black smoke from the tarry pitch that represents the dark night of the soul for enclosed Cardinals because a pope has not been chosen to liberate them from their cage.
Her husband refuses the morphine for his agonizing pain and she suggests that the doctors secretly put it in his orange juice an idea they decline. But hers are the joyful tears of an apparent widow of a tire plant supervisor who felt the embrace of a tire crusher only to escape the grim reaper.
When her eyes reflect the grey of his hair, his ashen locks are like the white smoke when the Cardinals seal the papal rebirth. Soon he is back in her arms in a survival she can hardly believe when he touches her with a hand out of Michelangelo’s Sistine Chapel.
His early grey hair goes well with his favorite suit that she irons for his homecoming from the hospital.
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Post by QueenFoxy on Dec 4, 2021 14:04:33 GMT -6
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Post by goldenmyst on Dec 4, 2021 17:59:42 GMT -6
Love your tag my friend!!! A wonderful recognition to those who heal. This story is based on true events that happened with my grandfather in the fifties before I was born. My grandfather was in his office at the tire plant one night when a worker told him the tire crusher machine wasn't working. So he went to check it out and reached his arm into the machine. Suddenly it came on pulling him into it. His arm was temporarily paralyzed and he was in agonizing pain. He was offered morphine but refused it not to become an addict. But he made an amazing recovery and my life would have been very different had he not survived to raise me with my grandmother. The only long-term effect was that in small spots on his arm he lost feeling.
XoXoXo John
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Post by QueenFoxy on Dec 6, 2021 20:56:56 GMT -6
Thank God he survived, John, and gave you the good upbringing you deserved.
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Post by goldenmyst on Dec 6, 2021 21:02:40 GMT -6
You are very right my friend. He and grandma provided a haven in my childhood for me to grow healthy and happy. I am forever grateful to them for that. They also took me in for many years as an adult when times were hard for me.
XoXoXo John
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Post by QueenFoxy on Dec 10, 2021 11:53:39 GMT -6
Thank goodness for grandparents who step up to fill a void in a precious grandchild's life.
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Post by goldenmyst on Dec 10, 2021 12:50:52 GMT -6
When I returned to them well into adulthood Grandpa taught me the value of work in his garden and shop. They also took me traveling to Spain, Seatle, D.C., and up to my father's summer home in Maine and many other places. I have many fond and often funny memories of those trips.
XoXoXo John
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Post by QueenFoxy on Dec 16, 2021 14:43:27 GMT -6
Hold tight to those beautiful memories, John. They are precious.
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Post by goldenmyst on Dec 16, 2021 18:04:55 GMT -6
My life is a trip down memory lane now. Thanks for the reassurance, my friend.
XoXoXo John
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