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IN MEMORY OF DAVID…

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MY younger brother DAVID  has been gone  22 years now. It seems even longer to me  than that. It seems like only yesterday that  I was living in Ca. and had not been back to Michigan in 7 years.  Jobs and money always got in the way of coming back to visit. Life happens you get busy and you lose track of what is important. On that April morning I heard a knock on my door, it was very early in the morning.  I thought that it was odd so early in the day to be awakened. It was my aunt..she had come to deliver the bad news, that my brother had died in a car accident. It was a shock to my soul. I could hardly stand up. I sat on the couch and my body shook all over. I had known he was kinda unhappy in his life and wanted to change things. He never had the chance to do that. The next day I was in Michigan with the help of some relatives, I managed to catch a plane home. The whole thing was a blur to me. I remember seeing my aunt and uncle talking about something that was in the morning paper that day. It was a normal day for them but not for me. Simple things like packing a bag and calling my boss and arranging a ride to the airport seemed like monumental tasks. Everything was moving in what seemed like slow motion. The plane ride was smooth and uneventful I hardly knew when it was time to get off. My mind raced with thoughts of the past and growing up together.  Time had flown by. I was jarred back from my memories when the wheels hit the landing strip.
 It was cold, colder than Ca. for sure. It was April in Michigan..that can be pretty cool to a person who the day before was in 75 degree weather.  Such a shock to my system, to be so upset and see everyone around me the same way. When life gets taken so quickly a person just does go into shock I guess. I wore a heavy coat to the cemetery. The service was packed with people from all over who knew my parents or knew my brother. It was standing room only during the service and the director told my folks he had never seen such a crowd. It was then I knew that my brother had made an impact on people of all ages. He was likeable and left quite an impression on people. I was so sad that I had to catch up on his life like this..why had it taken me so long to get to know him better? He didn’t like to talk on the phone much and so we never chatted about this or that . I remembered the last time I saw him in the airport in Detroit when I had come home for a visit. I had the most awful feeling when I left that day inside me. Something I could not put into words or feelings. I cried on the plane going home, something I had never done before in my life after visiting home. I wonder now if I really deep down knew I would never see him again. I have had some ” vibes”  in my life, but none like I had that day.        David at 7 years old.I learned through my brother’s passing, that I  should really keep my family and friends as close as I can. I always try to do that now..no matter how busy I get or what else is going on. I think I have become a better person for that knowledge.

I therefore pass that on to anyone reading this..Time is SHORT…live it to the fullest that you can..and keep your heart and mind open to every experience that you can hold on to. Keep your loved ones close as you can and never take anything or anyone for granted.

You are missed dear brother…

FOR DAVID…

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 MY younger brother DAVID  would have been 56 today.  He has been gone over 20 years now. It seems even longer to me now than that. I often wonder what he would think about things that have happened along the way. .I was living in Ca. at the time and had not been back to Michigan in 7 years. Jobs and money always got in the way of coming back to visit. Life happens you get busy and you lose track of what is important.On that April morning I heard a knock on my door, it was very early in the morning. It was my aunt..she had come to deliver the bad news, that my brother had died in a car accident. It was a shock to my soul. I had known he was kinda unhappy in his life and wanted to change things. He never had the chance to do that. The next day I was in Michigan with the help of some relatives, I managed to catch a plane home. The whole thing was a blur to me. I remember seeing my aunt and uncle talking about something that was in the morning paper that day. It was a normal day for them but not for me. Simple things like packing a bag and calling my boss and arranging a ride to the airport seemed like monumental tasks. Everything was moving in what seemed like slow motion. The plane ride was smooth and uneventful I hardly knew when it was time to get off. My mind raced with thoughts of the past and growing up together. It all seemed like a blur.

It was cold, colder than Ca. for sure. It was April in Michigan..that can be pretty cool to a person who the day before was in 75 degree weather.  Such a shock to my system, to be so upset and see everyone around me the same way. When life gets taken so quickly a person just does go into shock I guess. I wore a heavy coat to the cemetery. The service was packed with people from all over who knew my parents or knew my brother. It was standing room only during the service and the director told my folks he had never seen such a crowd. It was then I knew that my brother had made an impact on people of all ages. He was likeable and left quite an impression on people. I was so sad that I had to catch up on his life like this..why had it taken me so long to get to know him better? He didn’t like to talk on the phone much and so we never chatted about this or that . I remembered the last time I saw him in the airport in Detroit when I had come home for a visit the last time. I had the most awful feeling when I left that day inside me. Something I could not put into words or feelings. I cried on the plane going home, something I had never done before in my life after visiting home. I wonder now if I really deep down knew I would never see him again. I have had some ” vibes”  in my life, but none like I had that day.

                                                                                                              David  at 7 years old

I learned though my brother’s passing, that I  should really keep my family and friends as close as I can. I always try to do that now..no matter how busy I get or what else is going on. I think I have become a better person for that knowledge.

I therefore pass that on to anyone reading this..Time is SHORT…live it to the fullest that you can..and keep your heart and mind open to every experience that you can hold on to. Keep your loved ones close as you can and never take anything or anyone for granted.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAVE!!!

YOU ARE MISSED!!

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I HOPE YOU ALL WILL HAVE A WONDERFUL FIRST DAY OF SPRING!!!

PATRIOTS DAY 2009

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EIGHT YEARS HAVE PASSED SINCE 9/11 Can You believe it?
Have any of you had after effects of 9-11? Ones that linger
even until today?  I had to think about it for a second and
say YES to that question. Here’s what I came up with…

BEFORE 9/11  I had the rose colored glasses on, and felt
that the USA was invincible. NO ONE WOULD DARE MESS
WITH US. I was WRONG. I learned a lesson there.
Now if I see that breaking news on
the tv I  get tense and think OH NO
NOT AGAIN!! People on US soil are out to get us
we know they are and we don’t know where they
are. SCARY!Confused
 

BEFORE 9/11  I never watched the global news like
I do now. I feel a NEED to know what is going on all
over the world and keep informed. What affects them
has a lot to do with us it seems. We have so many troops
overseas fighting for us and never before have we had
this many die to help preserve our freedom.
BEFORE 9/11  I didn’t really worry about my gas tank
being pretty full in the car. NOW I keep it that way
a lot of the time if I can. I SAW first hand what happened
when a crisis hit and the prices skyrocketed and gouging
got out of hand. Sure the state government put a
halt to it but NOT UNTIL AFTER  so many had purchased
their tank full already. We saw stores run out quickly of
staple items. Trucks could not load and get their goods
to the outlets as easily as they did. It made me think! Thinking
BEFORE 9/11  I never had a stash of secret cash on hand
in CASE I couldn’t get into the bank to get any. I am not
saying I have a ton of money hidden, but I am more prepared
than I used to be. I think many people are. There were no runs
on the bank that day it happened, but I admit I was in line at
the teller not an hour later to get some “in case” money. It
made me feel better to know I had extra.
BEFORE 9/11  I never had a pantry stocked like I do now. NO WAY!
I keep more staples of batteries and water and canned goods and
essentials  now more than ever. It is a must as far as I am concerned.
You just never know when you will have to use them.
 
BEFORE 9/11  I was never alert to things going on around me
like I am now. We Americans were asked to “keep an eye” on
anything that didn’t seem quite right. I do that now. I have
really watched things with different eyes. I try to keep
my cell phone charged and watch for others around me
that might cause some harm to others. Who would ever
bring a bomb or gun inside a mall and cause harm?
It was almost unheard of back then.

Maybe this sounds like I am being paranoid, but I
tend to think being prepared is better than NOT being
prepared. The world sure changed because of that
horrible day. So many lives were lost, families changed forever, and
the country and world is different now. We all are different in
our own ways. Those of us who experienced it will forever
be changed. Hopefully the changes will be good ones.

Ó Caroldee 2009

HOPE YOU ALL HAVE A GREAT FRIDAY

REMEMBERING KATRINA

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FOUR YEARS.. I can hardly believe it has been
that long since that tragic few days in America’s history.
 The pictures are
burned into my mind and the loss of life a property is
so great.  I say IS because so much of it still is standing
exactly like it was when the storm passed over and
the ruins came into view. Oh the Stadium where they
all went to get away from the water has been re done.
The casinos and some of the homes have been re-built,
but for so very many the whole tragedy still is present
in their minds. They are living in other parts of the
country and no where near the place that they called
“home”.  Today, four long years later, not much is
said about those people or how the area is so far
from getting back to the way it was before Katrina passed
over it.
 
 One thing I hope, came from all that loss, is the
promise that NEVER AGAIN will AMERICAN people have
to suffer and wait on HELP to come to them in any
emergency situation as that one was. May those who
were affected have some peace of mind that our
government will live up to that promise.