Posted in Blogging, nonfiction

A Passing of a Wonderful Lady ~~ Kimberly Wilhelmina Floria

I’m so sad and sorry to find out just minutes ago that our writing friend and blogger Kim Floria of Silentlyheardonce has died. I don’t know all the details as of yet but I do know she had been in the hospital for quite a while as her lung cancer came back and I believe it spread.

Kim was a great writer and an overall nice person. I feel such sadness at her passing. I called her friend as she always had something nice to say and a way of departing wisdom. If any of you fellow bloggers know if you knew her.

She will be sadly missed here in my blogging world.

RIP Kim.

 

Posted in Mi Vida Loca, nonfiction, poetry, Stories of my life

In Memory of Mom

As many of you know, my mom passed away last Wednesday. Later today is her funeral. There will be a viewing from 4 -7 pm in Wabeno, Wisconsin with a service afterward. After that, she will be cremated and her ashes scattered close to where my dad’s ashes were scattered years before.

I won’t be there in physical form, as I live in Canada now, but I most certainly will be there in spirit. I’m sure, if she can, mom knows my heart is with her. I’m also sure her services will be lovely.

Since I can’t be there to pay my respects, I thought I would dedicate this post to her. It’s not really a poem, more like free-falling thoughts.

This one’s for you, Mom. I love and miss you.

 

IN MEMORY OF

 

 

Mom

I won’t pretend that you were an angel

Now that you’re gone

You would have hated that description

I won’t pretend that you were perfect,

As we both knew you weren’t

You were happy just being you in all your

imperfections

You had a fast temper and your brown eyes would snap

with fire as you told whoever displeased you to…

knock it off!”

You could hold a grudge better than anyone I ever knew

You didn’t give an inch, as I know all too well

personally

If you thought someone had done you wrong

there was no forgiving

You could be stubborn to a fault

But I had to admire your convictions

that utter belief in one’s self

You and I had a tumultuous relationship

all of my life

Yet I never stopped respecting you

and wanting your approval

Never thought of not loving you

As my mom

You were the strongest woman I know

You taught me to be strong

I’m grateful for that

I just wish you could have taught me

how to deal with the pain of losing you

You lived a long life of eighty-six years

I know not all of those years were good

You had to go through some tough times

Some painful experiences

In the end, though there were lots of good years

good memories, great loves

In the last few years

I believe we came to a silent agreement

to love and respect each other

despite our differences

Maybe I’m more like you than I realized

I do hope so

Wherever you are

I know you are with Dad again

and that makes the parting

a little easier to handle

Take his hand, Mom, as you did in life

and be content with the life you left behind

You will always be loved

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Posted in Blogging, Mi Vida Loca, nonfiction, postaday, Stories of my life

She Giggled at the Word Vagina

**update** As of 5:40 pm mountain time today, Wednesday May 25, 2016 My mom passed away. Thank you for all your sympathy and well wishes for me and my family at this time. ❤ Good-bye Mom, I love you, tell Dad hi.

 

I’ve been pretty quiet since late last week. No posts, very little interacting on blogs. A couple of good friends know why. I emailed them over the weekend.

It’s been a tough time for me and going to be tougher the next little bit. It’s something I’ve expected the last few months, yet, now that the time is here….it’s almost unbearable. You see, my mom is dying. She has very little time left. We are talking hours here now, according to her doctors in Wisconsin.

I talked to her the day after Mother’s day and noticed she sounded very tired and wore out. Her sense of humor was still intact though as her and I laughed over something silly. The month before she had lost most of the use of her legs. They just gave out on her, so she was using a walker. We joked that her and my husband could have a walker race. She laughed and stated that she would win. That’s how she was. She accepted things and worked them to her advantage. She is the strongest person I know.

When I talked to my sister on Friday and she told me that mom was in the hospital and wasn’t expected to live much longer, my mind went to that last bit of silliness and that’s when the tears flowed. My mother loved life. She was a diminutive person with a larger than life personality. She IS…..She IS….soon to be WAS but not just yet.

 

JLPhillips 2013 (c)
JLPhillips 2013 (c)

 

Many of my readers know about my mom as I’ve written about her several times. We even gave her a great birthday last year when a lot of you sent her birthday cards. She was so happy when she got all those cards and recipes. I’m glad I was able to do that for her with your help. Thank you.

My mom would have turned eighty-seven in October of this year. That’s a long life. Her body is just worn out the doctors told my sister. After years of dialysis and various other illness’, her small frame could not handle any more.

I won’t be able to go and say good-bye to her. I don’t have the funds. I also have a sick husband to take care of. I feel slightly better knowing my mom and I discussed this very issue several months ago. She understood that I wouldn’t be able to come to her funeral when the time came. I have responsibilities here. She was good with it. It still hurts me. So much.

My sister and I have been talking on the phone every day since the initial call on Friday. If nothing else, this has brought her and I back together, at least for now. As many of you know, we hadn’t been on speaking terms for years. I don’t know why and this is not the time to ask. I’m just grateful for now.

She has all her funeral arrangements made and paid for. She did this right after Dad died. She’s going to be cremated and her ashes will be scattered close to where she scattered my Dad’s. She said she wanted to be close to him. My sister is going to scatter her ashes under the apple trees that dad planted shortly before he died. It’s also where there are rose bushes planted. She’d like that.

Her services will be at the Webber Hill funeral home in Wabeno, Wisconsin. Just like Dad’s. I know her and Dad will be happy to be together once more if that’s what happens in the afterlife. I like to think so. If anyone would like to send a card, please email me or contact me through my contact page and I will give you the address to send them to. Since my mom enjoyed all the wonderful birthday cards last year, I know she would get a kick out of these. My sister says she will set up a board at her services with all the cards tacked on.

As for the title of this post ‘She Giggled at the word Vagina’, there is a story to this. Years ago my dad or someone else (this part I’m fuzzy at) told her a joke about vaginas. She thought it was hilarious and she laughed and giggled. Anytime after that if someone just mentioned the word vagina she would throw up her hands and go “Oh! Hahahahahah.” She just thought the word itself was so funny and it never failed to make her giggle and laugh like a schoolgirl. It was fun to see and hear.

That’s what I remember the best….that laugh. That special laugh.

 

 

 

Posted in Fiction, Humor, stories, writing

It’s a Haunting Good Time

It was just yesterday when I told someone,  when I die I wanted to come back and haunt some people. Hell, I never imagined it would actually happen! I wasn’t planning on dying the very next day. But, here I am. Or what’s left of me. I’m kind of floating around right now. I need to get the hang of this being dead thing. Really fast.

How do I know I’m dead? Well, for one thing I’m  floating above my body. I see me down there. Pretty much dead as I can tell. Not a pretty sight either. Geesh, the least I could have done was die with my clothes on!  There I am, lying in the damn bathtub, naked as the day I was born. Poetic huh? Come into this world naked, go out naked. Anyway, from what I remember I was taking a shower, getting ready for work. I dropped the soap and accidentally stepped on it and, whoosh! I slipped, fell, and hit my head and that was that. Not the best way to die, but effective.

I was only joking yesterday!  I’m too young to die. Guess I don’t have a say so in it though. I haven’t spotted a bright light yet. You know, you read about it all the time. How when you die you’re supposed to see a bright light and walk into it. Nope, no bright light. Huh. Now what? How long am I suppose to wait? Wonder how I can move around, or IF  I can. Maybe if I concentrate on where I want to go? Better start out small though. I’ll concentrate on my bedroom, see if I can move into it. It’s only the next room, can’t be too hard right? Okay, here goes nothing.

All right!! I did it! That wasn’t too hard. Now I’m floating in the middle of the bedroom. Oh man! I just bought those rockin’ high heeled boots last week! I was going to wear them to work today! Those boots cost me a bundle too! Seems such a shame too, not be able to wear them. This just sucks! And  am I suppose to float around naked? Not so sure that’s a good idea. Not that I’m cold or nothing. Guess spirits don’t get cold. Still, I would much rather be dressed in something. Even if it’s a sheet! I mean, what if I meet up with another spirit?? I don’t want that first meeting to be with me naked. Wonder if I can conjure some clothes? Worth a try. I’ll squeeze my eyes shut and picture me with some really cool retro clothes. I love that stuff. Okay, okay, I got a good idea what I want. Now let’s see if this will work.

Hmmm, not too bad. I mean it’s all white or gauzy looking. But it’s a dress  with my cool looking boots. I’m getting really good at this stuff! I feel much better now that I’m not naked. Where should I go next? Should I just stay here and wait? Not sure what I’m waiting on anyway. Well, let me think a minute. This spirit business is hard work. Especially when I’m not sure what I can do and what I can’t. But since no one is around giving me rules and stuff I’ll just see what I can do on my own. How about work next? That’s where I would be going if I was alive. Let me concentrate here.

Whoa! That was a trip! Here I am  though. At work. Hey, there’s Ann!  Hi Ann!! Guess she can’t hear me. Ann’s my best friend. We’ve been besties for years. We even got a job together! Can’t get any better than that! Ann looks worried. She’s probably been trying to get  hold of me all  morning. Wow, is she gonna be psyched  when she finds out I’m dead. She’s going to be so sad, then pissed off! We do, or I should say did everything together since the 7th grade. She is going to be so pissed off when she finds out I up and died and left her behind! Ha! She’d be even more pissed if she knew about this spirit thing and wasn’t along for the fun! Poor Ann. Wish there was some way I could let her know I was here. I’ll have to figure something out.

Next stop, my childhood home. Mom and dad should be home. Let me concentrate here. Jiminy Crickets that trip made me dizzy! Who would have guessed spirits got dizzy? Maybe it’s just me. There’s dad! ” Hey dad!!!”  Damn, he can’t hear me either. Just as well, he’d probably have a heart attack. Then he’d become a spirit and lecture me. I love my dad, but right now I got enough problems. Wonder where mom is? Out shopping again  I bet. I feel bad about them finding out I’m dead. They were always good parents. Yeah, they like to lecture me about stuff. But hey, at least they cared.  I’ll have to see if I can find a way to let them know I’m okay. And they should not be sad for too long.

Where to next?? I know! My ex boyfriend! The scum. He cheated on me and that’s why I dumped him last month. He didn’t even try to hide it! Such a jerk! If anyone needs a good haunting it’s him! Concentrate, concentrate. Whew! I think I’m really getting the hang of things. This trip at least didn’t make me dizzy. Okay, where is the dirt bag?? Ah there he is! Sitting in front of the TV as usual. I remember hearing he lost his job. Another job. He was always getting fired! Too lazy to get outta bed in the morning. He has himself a big bag of popcorn. Nice lunch. Probably all he can afford.  Wonder what I can do???

All right. I just have to concentrate a bit, picture in my mind what I want to do. And bam! Hahaha! One bag of popcorn all over his head! Oh my!! The look on his face is priceless!!! He’s running around looking for the person who did it. “Hey jerk! I did it! Up here!”

“That’s what you get for cheatin on me!” Oh wow, that was fun! Guess I’ll go back to my place and see if anyone found my body yet. I’m sure Ann has stopped by looking for me. I sure hope she’ll be all right. I just have to find a way to contact her! I’ll think on it. In the mean time I’ll  head back and see what’s going on. Concentrate, concentrate!