February 22, 2021 - To Granddaughter Granddaughter, I will see My Sister this evening and I will give her your greetings. Also, granddaughter, I would like to make a post for my website of the letter that I wrote you when your friend died. I think it would be a good way to minister to...
Written Late 1990’s The January sun was warm upon my back as I drank my morning coffee and contemplated the new garden area. Its design was still in process, but I had already laid out a wagon wheel design in the center with...
My second granddaughter, for her 8th Grade Spanish class, was assigned to write a short essay about someone she knew who had passed away. She wrote about her great-grandmother, and her essay illustrates the bonds of intergenerational love and the power of words spoken in the past by someone now...
I collect and keep treasures, I always have. Many I have to this day, a few, taken away from me, have disappeared, others were only mine physically for a short while, but remain and continue to grow within me in worth and beauty, some day by day. Most of the treasures are treasures to...
March 2020 (Photo of Uncle Mingo at his 100th Birthday Celebration in March 2019) My uncle, Domingo Orozco, the last of six siblings and all their spouses, the last of his whole generation within our family, passed away one day shy of being 101 years old, a long life by any standard, and one lived...
March 6, 2019 Just fainting she saidNot eaten for a while Serving dinner at church Finished, awaiting her own filet mignon An extra Sitting high on a stool Felt faint, hand outstretched Security camera caught it all Yes, outstretched armThen outReally whacked head on floorThey saidOuch Able to...
An Image from the 2016 Election – November 2016 A man described to me how his son, the day after the election, told him that a friend, a boy in his 5th grade class, was crying at school. The father knew this friend and knew why he was crying. His son’s friend was Muslim. Smiling...
Larry of the Sneakers, the Whitest of White & The Great Walls Around Me, a Mile High and Two Miles Wide It was around Christmas, and I was home from college for the holidays when my father told me that Larry had been shot and killed. When my dad told me this, he looked down, silent, seeing...