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July 12, 2011

I Tried...



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Tried to call you today to say I love you but I couldn't find your number
so I tried the operator, she said sorry I have no number for you. So I
tried to go to your house but you don't live there anymore, the post
office has no forwarding address. I guess heaven is just too far away!
I love you and you are in my heart always and forever!
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July 11, 2011

Think Before You Speak


Dear Friend, today you broke my heart,
In a place that was unbroken.
You did it with your thoughtless words
That should not have been spoken.

You know that I am grieving,
That my pain is deep and real.
Your hurtful words pierced like a knife.
How do you think I feel?

You may not suffer from my loss
Or share this lonely grief,
But I'm mourning my baby,
Who's life was much too brief.

I'm sure you don't know how I feel,
I don't expect you to.
Don't ask me to get over it....
That's something I can't do.

Without grief, there's no healing
It's a journey I must make.
It's not the path that I would choose,
but one I'm forced to take.

No matter how you choose to see
What I am going through,
I need compassion and support....
I'd do the same for you.

written by Gwen Flowers

July 10, 2011

The River

In the early days of our great country, a father and his young son were making a journey into the nearby village to acquire some tools and supplies. Starting early in the morning, the two set forth on their assignment.

To reach their destination, they had to cross a narrow stream and proceed through the woods, the countryside,... and finally into the center of town.

After completing their mission, they began their return trip home. As they walked along, a severe thunderstorm erupted.

With the heavy downpour of water, the stream that was virtually nonexistent in the morning swelled to twice its size, and the waters swirled viciously against tree roots and rocks and rolled furiously downstream.

Fear rose within the child and the wise father offered to carry his son. Into the open arms of the father climbed the youngster, and experiencing safety and security, he quickly fell asleep in his father's strong and protective arms.

On arriving home, the father placed the sleeping child into bed. In the morning, with the sun shining through the windows, the youngster awoke in pleasant and comfortable surroundings.

Safe, comfortable and content, no longer fearful, he inquired, "Am I home? Did my father carry me across the raging waters?"

His mother responded with, "Yes, my child, your father brought you safely home. You are in your room in your father's house, snug and unharmed."

So it will be with each of us as we cross "the river" and awaken in a special room in a very special house.

~ Author Unknown ~

July 9, 2011

Honor, Express, Learn and Practice or better known as H • E • L • P™

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Honor your emotions and feelings. Acknowledging and validating them is the first step towards awareness. They are real and you are normal. Remember emotions and feelings ebb and flow.
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Express and experience your emotions, feelings and thoughts. It is a rollercoaster ride with many twists and turns. Expressing eases the pain and begins the process of healing. Crying, journaling, writing, listening to music, art, talking to someone, support groups are some ways that you can express and experience your emotions.
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Learn how to raise your awareness, to cope and take responsibility and action for healing yourself.
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Practice awareness, coping strategies, action and positive thoughts to create new possibilities in your life. Be patient grief has no timeline.


July 8, 2011

"Don't"



by Joanetta Hendel:



Don't tell me that you understand,

Don't tell me that you know...

Don't tell me that I will surely survive,

How I will surely grow...



Don't tell me this is just a test,

That I am truly blessed...

That I am chosen for the task,

Apart from all the rest...



Don't come at me with answers,

That can only come from me...

Don't tell me how my grief will pass,

That I will soon be free...



Don't stand in pious judgment,

Of the bonds that I must untie...

Don't tell me how to suffer,

And don't tell me how to cry...

My life is filled with selfishness,

My pain is all I see...

But I need you, I need your love,

Unconditionally...



Accept me in my ups and downs,

I need someone to share...

Just hold my hand and let me cry,

And say, "My friend, I care"...


July 7, 2011

There's an elephant in the room

There's an elephant in the room
It's large and squatting,
so it's hard to get around it.
Yet we squeeze by with
"How are you?" and "I'm fine"
and a thousand other
Forms of trivial chatter.
We talk about the weather.
We talk about work.
We talk about eveything else,
except that elephant in the room.

There's an elephant in the room.
We all know its there.
We are thinking about the elephant,
as we talk together.
It's constantly on our minds.
For, you see, it is a very large elephant.
It has hurt us all.

But we don't talk about the elephant in the room.
Oh, please say his name.
Oh, please say his name again.
Oh, please talk about the elephant in the room.

For if we talk about his death,
perhaps we can talk about his life.
Can I say his name to you
and not have you look away?
For if I cannot,
then you are leaving me...
...alone...
IN A ROOM...
WITH AN ELEPHANT...

Author: Terry Kettering

Grieving for a child is the HARDEST thing...

July 6, 2011

What "IT" Is

~ It's been a year, you should be over it.
What exactly is "IT"?
But do people who have never suffered loss,
really know what "IT" is? To us, the bereaved...
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"IT" is five days after the funeral, and your world caves in with reality of the loss.

"IT" is Thanksgiving Day, trying to find something to be thankful for.

"IT" is Christmas without the merry, and New Years without the happy.

"IT" is your first day back to work when every minute you are afraid you will burst into tears.

"IT" is their birthday, but there is no them to celebrate.


"IT" is Valentine's Day, only this time no hearts and flowers to share with them, and your heart is broken.

"IT" is your birthday, and there is still no them to celebrate it with.

"IT" is springtime when everything comes alive except you, that is.

"IT" is Easter and everyone is singing "Let us Rejoice and be Glad" but there is no rejoicing and no glad in your heart.

"IT" is Mother's Day and you sadly remember how happy being a mother made you feel, or how you rejoiced with your spouse over the birth.

"IT" is Father's Day and you sadly remember how happy being a Father made you feel, or how you rejoiced with your spouse over the birth.

"IT" is the 4th of July and the celebrations remind you just how little you feel you have to celebrate now.

"IT" is vacation time and you just stay home, because there is nowhere to go to not feel so empty.

"IT" is Halloween and you pass out candy, but you remember all the memories of past happy times together and make you sad.

"IT" is seeing milestones in your life progress and pass and your loved one is gone, never to share them with.

"IT" is looking at the moon and wondering if they see the same moon like the two of you always did in the past.

"IT" is receiving the first wedding invitation to their friend's wedding and knowing that life goes on without your loved one.

"IT" is going back into that church for the first time and remembering, but not remembering and feeling that all eyes are on you.

"IT" is going to another funeral for the first time and feeling yourself shaking all over, too distraught to stay, but unable to leave.

"IT" is doing all the things you always did, plus all the things you had hoped to do together, and doing it all when all of your energy has been used for grieving.

"IT" is being strong when you really feel weak.

"IT" is dealing with all the legality of estates and such when all you want to do is hibernate.

"IT" is a whole big bunch of stuff you didn't ask for, didn't want and can't even give away.

"IT" is going to the cemetery and seeing the monument with their name or even face. and it hits you in the face that THlS IS REAL!

"IT" is feeling like a traitor when you get rid of their personal belongings.

"IT" is approaching the first anniversary of their death and reliving it all-oh yes, some things might be better but the void is no less.

"IT" is people forgetting and you cry, and people remembering and you cry.

"IT" is a future of unknowns and uncertainties and emptiness.

"IT" is in the first glimpse of sunrise and in your last waking breath, and even finds ways to creep into your sleep and your dreams...

~So maybe when someone tells you that you should be over "IT" by now, you should just tell them what "IT" really...



July 5, 2011

Psalms of Comfort

  
In Thee, O LORD, I have taken refuge;

Let me never be ashamed

In Thy righteousness deliver me.

Incline Thine ear to me, rescue me quickly;

Be Thou to me a rock of strength
(refuge, protection);

A stronghold to save me.

For Thou art my rock and my fortress;

For Thy name's sake,

Thou wilt lead me and guide me....

For Thou art my strength.

Into Thy hand I commit my spirit;

Thou has ransomed me, O LORD, God of truth.

Be gracious to me,

O LORD,

for I am in distress;

My eye is wasted away from grief,

my soul and my body also.

For my life is spent with sorrow,

And my years with sighing;

My strength has failed...

And my body has wasted away.
Because of all my adversaries,

I have become a reproach,

Especially to my neighbors,

And an object of dread to my acquaintances;

Those who see me in the street flee from me.

I am forgotten as a dead man, out of mind,

I am like a broken vessel.

For I have heard the whispering of many,

Terror is on every side;

While they took counsel together against me,

They schemed to take away my life.

~Psalm 31:1-3,4b,9-13 NASB




Since I am afflicted and needy,

Let the LORD be mindful of me;

Thou art my help and my deliverer;

Do not delay, O my God.

~Psalm 40:17 NASB




Cast your burden (what He has given you)

upon the Lord, and He will sustain you.

He never will allow the righteous

to be shaken (to totter).

~Psalm 55:22 NASB

July 3, 2011

A Mothers Pain...

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You see me smiling.
What you don't see is that I am screaming behind that smile.
You see me go on with everything....work....groceries.....life in general.
What you don't see is that it takes every ounce of energy I have just to breathe.
You see me alone with my thoughts.
What you don't see is me talking to Him
You see me say "I am fine".
What you don't see is the huge hole in my heart that can never be filled.
You see me and think "she's back to normal".
What you don't see is that there is no normal for me anymore.
You see me and think "Oh my God I hope this never happens to me"
What you don't see is that as much as I long for you to
understand me... I hope this never happens to you either.
You see me joking and laughing with others and think she
must be getting over what has happened.
What you don't see is that I can never forget, nor would I want to,
you don't get over the loss of a child.
You see me sad and don't know what to say so you keep going.
What you don't see is all I really want is for you to ask how
I am doing, really, and give me a hug.
You see that life goes on.
What you don't see is that the life I had will
never be the same .
You see that I am strong...... do not be deceived.
What you don't see is that I am weak and weary. Some days "I am 6 feet from the edge".
What you see is a mask....a lie. The mask helps you cope with me
and me cope with myself.
What you don't see is the raw sometimes unbearable pain.
You don't see me being unable to breathe.
What you don't see is my despair.
You don't see me screaming to heaven for God to give my son back.
What you don't see you could never understand anyway unless you walk a mile in my shoes....
God Forbid.
(Shared by a friend)

July 2, 2011

It is frequently said that the grief of a grieving mother is the most intense grief known. When a child dies, parents feel that a part of them has died, that a vital and core part of them has been ripped away. The grief caused by their child's death is not only painful but profoundly disorienting, children are not supposed to die. These parents are forced to confront an extremely painful and stressful paradox; they are faced with a situation in which they must deal both with the grief caused by their child's death and with their natural need to continue to live their own lives as fully as possible. Thus, grieving parents must deal with the conflicting burden of wanting to be free of this devastating pain and yet needing it as a reminder of the child who died. Grieving parents continue to be parents of the child who died. They will always feel the empty place in their hearts caused by the child's death; they were, and always will be, the loving father and mother of that child. Yet, these parents have to accept that they will never be able to live their lives with or share their love openly with the child. So they must find ways to hold on, in the direction of the memories. Many grieving parents come to learn that, memories are the precious gifts of the heart, these memories and whispers, to help create a sense of inner stillness, closeness...

July 1, 2011

Cooking Rice...


By David Joachim and Andrew Schloss

from Fine Cooking #106, pp. 32-33

We’ve cooked rice countless times and countless ways, but we still don’t always get it right. We’ve rinsed it, soaked it, simmered it in carefully measured liquid, and boiled it in a large pot of water. We’ve cooked it with and without a lid, tried all shapes and sizes of pans, and even invested in specially designed rice cookers. Sometimes each grain is tender yet chewy, separate, and fluffy. Other times, the grains just clump together.

So how do we get our rice to behave and turn out exactly how we want it? Well, we’ve found the secret. Cooking rice perfectly is simply a matter of choosing the right variety and the right cooking method for the type of dish you want to make. It’s not rocket science, just a simple application of rice science.

Why isn’t there a one-size-fits-all cooking method for rice?

There are myriad (countless) rice varieties, and each has a unique chemistry, starch content, shape, and size (such as long grain, medium grain, or short grain). These factors affect the amount of liquid required and the rate at which the rice cooks. The type of dish you’re making also affects the cooking method. Different dishes—risotto, paella, rice pudding, plain steamed rice—call for different techniques to produce specific results.


It isn’t quite the free-for-all it appears to be, though, because certain varieties of rice are best suited to certain preparations. For instance, cooks in India tend to use long-grain rice and boil it in plenty of water to create separate grains that remain perfectly intact. The Chinese use starchier medium-grain varieties so that the rice sticks together, making it easier to pick up with chopsticks. The Spanish also use starchy medium-grain varieties, but they cook the rice with stock instead of water and add meat, fish, and vegetables to make paella. Italians use even starchier rice and stir it during cooking to create creamy risotto. And cooks in Thailand use very sticky short-grain rice (glutinous rice) to make rice pudding sweetened with coconut milk and topped with mango slices.

Why do some recipes call for soaking and/or rinsing rice and others don’t?


When rice cooks, two things happen: Water gets absorbed into the grain, and heat softens the starch. Soaking rice speeds up the cooking by kick-starting the absorption of water before the rice even enters the pot. By letting rice soak for 30 minutes or so, you can reduce the cooking time of most rice varieties by about 20 percent.

Soaking rice can also affect the flavor of the finished dish. Acetylpyrroline, the flavor component in aromatic rice varieties (such as jasmine, basmati, wild pecan, Wehani, and Texmati) that is mainly responsible for their characteristic popcorn-like aroma, dissipates during cooking. The longer your rice is over the heat, the less aromatic it will be. So by soaking the rice and shortening the cooking time, you get more flavorful results.

Rinsing rice, on the other hand, alters its texture when cooked. When you want perfectly separate grains, rinsing removes the thin layer of starch from the surface of each grain and helps keep the rice from sticking together. Long-grain rice, like basmati, is often rinsed for this reason.


The only types of rice that should NOT be rinsed are those that have been enriched. Vitamins and minerals are sprayed onto the surface of enriched rice to replace those lost during processing, and rinsing will wash a lot of these nutrients away. Most of the commercially milled white rice in the United States is enriched—check the label if you are unsure.


Why do you have to make risotto with Arborio rice, and why does it have to be stirred?

If you didn’t use Arborio or another risotto rice, it wouldn’t be risotto, because its defining characteristic is the texture of the rice. Risotto rice contains a high amount of a starch called amylopectin. The more amylopectin that’s packed into the grains, the softer and creamier the rice becomes during cooking. Arborio, carnaroli, baldo, Roma, Vialone nano, and other risotto rices contain just the right amount of amylopectin to render the grains perfectly creamy on the surface yet chewy and al dente in the center. If you tried to make risotto with long-grain white rice, it would be too thin because of the lack of starch. And if you used a very high-starch glutinous or sticky rice, the grains would entirely disintegrate, and you would end up with a thick, gloppy mass.


The right type of rice isn’t the only factor in preparing a perfect risotto; it also depends on the way the rice is cooked. A risotto must be cooked without a lid and stirred throughout the cooking process. A large amount of cooking liquid, often a flavorful stock, is added in stages. Stirring roughs up the surface of the rice, releasing starch into the cooking liquid. The starch acts as a thickener and creates a creamy texture. And because risotto is cooked without a lid, the liquid evaporates and concentrates the flavors.


You may have come across recipes for baked risottos that boast a no-stirring method. In our opinion, these don’t work. When you add all the stock at once and then cook the rice in the oven undisturbed, much less starch is released from the grains, as there is no friction from stirring to facilitate this process. The result is very little creaminess. Butter, cream, and cheese are often added in abundance to enhance and enrich the texture; however, the final risotto won’t have the same velvety feel of one that’s thickened with loosened starch from the rice.

Parboiled Rice, Uncovered

For all the rice varieties available at the grocery store, it’s surprising how much shelf space is given over to parboiled rice. Also known as converted rice, parboiled rice has been pressure-steamed and then dried in its natural outer husk (which is later removed). This process hardens the starch in the grains so they remain firmer, less sticky, and separate when cooked. It also forces the vitamins and minerals from the outer layer of the grains into the endosperm, which is the part we eat. This makes parboiled rice a more nutritious option than regular (unenriched) white rice, which doesn’t retain any of the goodness of the nutrient-rich husk.

Knowing how to cook white rice is a useful culinary skill, and I hope you receive many compliments and comments about how wonderful your rice tastes!

HOW TO COOK FLUFFY PLAIN WHITE RICE 

Ingredients:

1 Cup of thoroughly washed NON-ENRICHED Rice

·         OR 1 Cup dry ENRICHED Rice

One and a half times that amount of water.

Level teaspoon of salt per half cup of rice.

Teaspoon of butter or margarine.

Method

1.   Bring the ingredients to a vigorous boil in a tightly covered pan or microwave dish

2. Stir the rice well, replace lid and bring back to the boil.

3. Continue boiling for a few seconds then turn the heat right down and simmer for 15 minutes.

4. Take the rice off the heat, give it a stir, replace lid and leave it to stand for 5-10 minutes before serving.

5. Enjoy!

*** If using a rice cooker: Use the same ingredients added to the cooker, cover, turn on, when it turns off – stir & replace lid, let sit for 5-10 minutes, & Enjoy! (No need to remove from warm cooker)

Tips

*Use less water for firmer rice.

*For fluffier rice, leave covered for 20-40 minutes after taking off heat.

*Stirring your rice after cooking is not essential, but it does help dissipate the steam, which prevents further cooking while your rice is resting.

June 30, 2011

MY CHILD

 


On the day God took you
I thought that I would die
I wondered where the time went?
I asked alot of whys??
With people all around me
I felt alone inside
From all their words of comfort,
I couldn't seem to hide,
I thought I might be dreaming
That I'd wake and find you here,
I thought "This can't be happening."
As I wiped another tear.
On the day that you were laid to rest
My heart broke yet again,
I wondered if the pain would end,
But mostly, I wondered when??
It's hard to be without you,
At times the days seem long,
Sometimes I just sit crying,
When there's really nothing wrong.
I wish we'd had more time,
Before your life was done.
I hope your resting peacefully,
My precious one...
 
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We lost our youngest son,
Gregory Whale Jr on 4-26-2010,
at 18 yrs, 7 months, & 24 days
- - - in a Car Accident...
 

June 29, 2011

You Mean So Much To Us...


You meant so much to all of us
You were special and that's no lie
You brightened up the darkest day
and the cloudiest sky
Your smile alone warmed hearts
Your laugh was like music to hear
I would give absolutely anything
To have you here with me
Not a second passes
When you're not on our minds
Your love we will never forget
We will miss you till the end of time
Many tears I have seen and cried
they all pour forth like rain
I know that you are happy now
and no longer in any pain
I will love you till the end of time
Because my sweet Greggy
You heart has always been mine!

June 28, 2011

The Cord



We are connected, My child and I, by An invisible cord Not seen by the eye. It's not like the cord That connects us at birth This cord can't be seen By any on earth. This cord does it's work Right from the start. It binds us together Attached to my heart. I know that it's there Though no one can see The invisible cord From my child to me. The strength of this cord It's hard to describe. It can't be destroyed It can't be denied. It's stronger than any cord Man could create It withstands the test Can hold any weight. And though you are gone, Though you're not here with me, The cord is still there But no one can see. It pulls at my heart I am bruised, I am sore, But this cord is my lifeline As never before. I am thankful that God Connects us this way A Mother and Child - Death can't take it away!

Author Unknown

June 27, 2011

How Do I Miss Thee?


How do I miss thee?
Let me count the ways...


I miss the way you made me mad
I miss the way you made me glad
I miss the way you made me smile
And loving me all the while.


I miss the way you used to care
I miss the way you were so fair
I miss the way we used to chat
About this and about that.


I miss the way we stuck together
Through thick and thin, in any weather
I miss the way you made me feel
Like my life was so unreal.


But most of all I miss your love
That, surely was sent from God above.

Author: Michael Bugon
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There are moments in life when you wish you could bring
someone down from Heaven & spend the day with
them just one more time, give them one more hug,
kiss them goodbye or hear their voice again.
One more chance to say I Love you. ♥▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ஜ۩۞۩ஜ▬▬♥▬▬ஜ۩۞۩ஜ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬♥

June 26, 2011

Remember Me



I'm looking down from heaven,
and all I see are tears.
When my days were spent to
make you smile for so many years.
I know I'm not there physically,
and my presence you will miss.
But through your pain and sorrow,
loved ones please remember this:


I've touched the lives of many,
with hugs and all my jokes.
Some tall, some short, some black,
some white; all different kinds of folks.
I've made so many friends,
long lasting relationships.
I was always loved by family,
they are as good as it gets.



So this is not the end for me,
remember all I've done.
Remember all the joyous times,
the laughter and the fun.
I've brought you so much happiness,
so there's no need to cry.
For as long as I am in your hearts,
then I will never die...
~Ira Wendell Bates, II~

June 18, 2011

You Matter To Me

by: Renee Williams

The dishes pile up you know it don't matter
The house is a mess, everything is scattered
I don't care about that, just leave me alone
Let the doorbell ring, don't answer the phone
Let me drown my sorrow in just one more drink
It numbs the pain, I don't want to think...

"Mama, I don't care about dishes or the shape the house is in
It's you that I care for, I know where you've been
It killed you to lose me, mama, I was gone so quick
But mama I'm free now, I can never be sick

I play with the saints and watch over you
Mama make me proud of the things that you do
Your tears can fill rivers they fall like rain
But mama please listen and let me heal your pain

You used to pray to the Lord, my soul to keep
You did it each night before I went to sleep
It worked mama, it worked like a charm
I am in heaven mama, in loving arms

I know your arms are empty but you have much love to give
It's hard for you, mama, but your life you must live
Put the bottle away and look to the sky
That cloud is for you, the white one up high

Do you remember the rainbow I showed you this spring
Or the bird in the treetop with joy he did sing
My gifts for you mama since you gave me so much
I do miss you mama, I miss your sweet touch

But I am with you mama every where that you go
But you must listen to see me this much I know
Your sorrow is deep like a canyon of clay
But don't slide to the bottom, just make it today

You won't see me mama in the bottom of a glass
Or in the pills that they gave you, they simply don't last
I am here, mama, in the wind that blows on your face
I am song you hear, mama, in our special place

Mama I am here but please listen to me
Your heart holds me tight and there I will always be
But I send you signs too, mama, but your head must be clear
It's my way to show you mama, that I am always near."