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AM I THE ONLY ONE . . . . who wants to never forget My Military Men.

MY MILITARY MEN
©August 2010 Donna Hale Chandler

Both my dad and my husband
answered the call from Uncle Sam.
My dad served during WWII,
my husband in Viet Nam.

There was never any question
of whether to go or stay.
If we’re to have our freedom.
there’ll always be a price to pay.

They each left their happy homes
and all their family and friends.
Everyone praying every night,
their respective wars would quickly end.

My dad served in the Navy.
My husband was Army bound.
Each one completed his duty,
neither giving any ground.

My husband left me
with little more than an “I love you.”
I’m just standing there alone,
no choice, but try to make due.

The serviceman goes off to battle.
Those left behind, just count the days.
We worry about their safety,
willing their warrior to find his way.

We try to rally their morale,
cheerful letters every day,
trying to sound optimistic,
though we seldom feel that way.

 As we celebrate for their return.
think of those they left at home.
And know they suffered too,
though often, totally on their own.

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AM I THE ONLY ONE. . . who didn’t even try marijuana until after I was married with children?

I was sitting at home alone lounging.  My back was hurting.  I had injured it as a 17-year-old and it’s never been right since. On top of that, my bunions were hurting and my knees were aching. As I recall, I was sitting there in front of the TV, probably feeling a bit sorry for myself, when a buddy stopped by for a visit. 

The game was on, so we sat down to have a few beers, and watch it.  After a while, he offed me a toke.  This was in the mid 70’s or early 80’s, and in those days it was still illegal everywhere.  (I’m from Michigan, and somewhere along the way, I heard that those caught smoking pot on the campus of The University of Michigan, were punished with a $5.00 fine, so I guess it wasn’t all that serious of a crime.)  Anyway, I’d never even sampled it before, but I’d heard about it.  I’d heard guys talk about how it mellows you out, but I don’t think I really understood what they meant by mellows you out.  I guess I was still very naïve.  

Well hell, I was in my own home, and I wasn’t planning on going anywhere, so I said, “Why Not?”  That was all it took.  He brought out a doobie, and we had a few tokes while we watched the game.   When you’ve never smoked it before, it doesn’t take much of it before you really feel the effects, so of course, it affected me more than it did him.  Soon I was giggling and having a great time.

Course, the mellower you get, the less you care about the game. So, we chatted some. Suddenly, I noticed that my back wasn’t troubling me nearly as much.  Oh, it still hurt, but it wasn’t bothering me nearly as much.

Later I realized that my knees didn’t seem to bother me as much either.  Oh, my bunions were still a problem, but even that wasn’t as noticeable.  I’m not trying to say that it felt like marijuana was a miracle cure, but it sure did make my hurts less troublesome.  All I know is, I finally felt like I understood what they were talking about, when they said that marijuana mellows you out.

It was years later before I tried it again.  By then, I had moved to Florida, and met a gal who partook quite regularly.  I had recently turned 50, and when she offered, once again I said, “why not?”  I sampled it numerous times over the next few years, really beginning to believe in the benefits.  However, I haven’t been with that gal in years and it’s been quite some time since I last toked. Occasionally, when my back is really hurting me, I remember those days, and wish I had a source. 

Of course, it’s legal now, and I know I could go get a medical marijuana card, but I’m almost 80, and I’ve put up with the pain for over 60 years.  Besides, when I was toking fairly regularly, I worried that it might be bad for my lungs. 

I guess each of us just have to decide for ourselves, which evil, is the lesser evil. .  

Gramps use’ta say
R.L.King2012 #556

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“Learn from the past,
but don’t live in it.”

Quoting Admiral Kilbride on NCIS: “The past is a place to learn from, not a place to live in.”

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AM I THE ONLY ONE . . . who makes the same New Year’s Resolution year after year?

Yes, I make the same resolution every year and I am going to continue to make the same resolution until I get it right or die, whichever comes first.

My resolution:  Take better care of my mental health.  This may sound easy but believe me it is not.  There are so many things I need to do, such as:

  • Stop dealing with toxic people.  Those who hurt my feelings, talk behind my back, ignore me, etc. do not deserve my attention. Surround myself with those who are kind, considerate and respectful.  (Believe me, they are out there)
  • Let go of the past.  Stop thinking about what I ‘should’ have done.  Convince myself that ‘at the time’ I did my best and let go of the could’a, should’a would’a, feelings.  Days gone by are over.  Let them go.
  • Don’t worry about things that I cannot change.  Yes, the world is a mess.  Fretting and stewing about it doesn’t change a thing.
  • Stop saying ‘yes’ when asked for a favor.  I’m not good at saying no to people so I need to shine up my backbone and start saying, “Sorry, that doesn’t work for me.”
  • Trust my adult children to make good choices.  Let them ‘figure it out’ and know that they can do this because they are ‘good people’ raised by ‘good parents’.

To put every thing in a nutshell.  I need to learn to live everyday as if it is my last – because it might very well be.   I resolve to find happiness each day, be thankful for those around me who love me and let them know how much I love and appreciate them. I will laugh more and frown less.  I will live my best days as I enter my sunset years.

WISHING EVERYONE A TRULY HAPPY 2024. 
ENJOY THE JOURNEY, EVEN WHEN THERE ARE BUMPS IN THE ROAD.

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AM I THE ONLY ONE . . .  who has ever needed a distraction?

DISTRACTION

When death takes a loved one, once you get past those dreadful days leading up to the memorial service, you’ll undoubtedly go through a period of mourning.  It’s awful!  And if you let it, it can drag you down.  I now believe, that the key to surviving the various hurts that life puts in your path, is Distraction.

Be it death, divorce, or a bad break-up, you’re likely to go through a period of mourning. It’s a period of time when you just don’t know what to do with yourself. You need to keep your mind occupied. For me, the answer was distraction

It doesn’t matter what the distraction is, just as long as it helps to keep your mind off the hurt.  If you’re lucky, you’ll find that the more time that passes, the less you’ll think about it, and the easier it becomes to find a distraction.

Eventually, you’ll learn to live with your loss, and as the initial hurt gradually recedes, you’ll learn to smile again.  Each day will get a little easier, but you have to keep up with your distractions.

When I lost my wife to cancer, I was a wreck.  For the first few weeks I just survived.  The first time I slept in our bed, without her, was especially miserable.  Once we got past her funeral, I really didn’t know where to go to find my distraction, but rather than sit around at home, I went back to work. 

Everybody meant well, wanting to say something to help, however, there are only so many ways to express sympathy.  And it doesn’t take long, until you’ve heard them all.  I was seeking distractions, but all those well wishes, just kept reminding me of my loss.  I began to think that coming back to work wasn’t the best thing to do after all, but eventually things got better.  Each day, I saw fewer and fewer people who hadn’t already expressed condolences, and the reminders became less frequent. 

When I was home, I watched a lot of television.  It’s amazing how many situations on television, will remind you of similar situations you’ve been through with your lost loved one.  I also listened to lots of music.  Same thing, you remember what the two of you were doing, when you hear certain songs.  Music turned out to be as much of a reminder, as it was a distraction.

Finally, I began to write about it.  And as I wrote, I often cried.  I don’t know that it helped, but I don’t recall having cried until I started putting words on paper.  It seemed as though the tears helped, and that is the key, you have to believe that you’re getting better.

Far too soon, after the loss of my wife, I began to spend time with a close friend from work.  My wife and I, had been on a mixed bowling league, and as her symptoms grew, my work friend had filled in when my wife wasn’t able to bowl.  After my wife passed, my friend continued as my partner in the bowling league. She had recently been through a divorce, and for the first time in many years, we were both alone. 

I’m not sure that the sense of loss from divorce, and death, are the same.  But in both cases, you need distraction, to take your mind off of that sense of loss.  I became her distraction, and she became mine.  She helped me through some really hurtful times.  She allowed me to cry, and at times she cried with me. However, she also taught me how to smile again. 

I think we both wanted our relationship to grow into a full-blown love, but that didn’t happen.  We had wonderful times together, and helped each other over some difficult times, but eventually we moved on.  I will forever be thankful to her for teaching me to live again, and to this day I still think of her as a good friend.

As the years passed, I had other “girlfriends.”  Each time there came a parting of ways, it came accompanied by a sense of loss, a hurt that needed to mend.  Once again, distraction was needed.  I learned that the sooner you “get back on the horse,” the quicker the hurt subsides.  However, each time you suffer that type of a loss, it helps to prepare you for the next one. 

Eventually I learned that I didn’t have to have a sweetheart in my life to survive, and before I wound up with my permanent sweetie, I spent a good many years living alone.  It can be a lonely life, but my writing helped me to pass those lonely hours.  Eventually, I began putting some of my writings together and had them published into my first book.  Now, all these years later, Sweetie and I have self-published over 25 books.  Self-publishing is a time-consuming process which becomes the distraction you need, to take your mind off of any troubles you might be experiencing. 

Now days, when I write, it’s for the enjoyment and the entertainment value.  My sweetie is now my permanent distraction.

Note:  These three Vince Gill songs might be helpful, during your recovery:  “I’ve been trying to get over you, Go Rest High on that Mountain, and Nobody Answered, when I called your name.”

Gramps use’ta say
©R.L.King2012 #506

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“There’s a thin line between
being brave and being stupid.”

And I’m not sure I’ve ever figured it out.

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