Distance and Time (Raanana, Israel, July 19, 2017) In the time of the dying light When the distant sun dallies Over the western hills, Its radiant fingers fondling the upper slopes Like expectant breasts to its warm touch, The shadows are long Like our conversations, Careful not to say too much Yet desirous that they not end. In the manicured garden The shadow of the weeping willow by the creek Reaches almost to our lawn...

I wrote my obituary today. It feels strange to write that, a surreal experience to say the least. How does one take stock of his life? If it is by money and status, then I am very poor indeed. If it is by the number of his friends, then I again fail. Did I have the most toys? Take the best vacations. Drive the fanciest cars? Will people remember me in one hundred years? The answer to all of these is, no. What did I do? I...

What is dying Mommie?Will all of me cease to be?Of all that I am and all that I've been,Is there nothing left of me?I believe in Heaven Mommie and think that's where I'll be.When you come Mommie, please try, oh try and find me.  I am not sure exactly when Katy wrote this heartbreaking poem and only found out about it today, (6/27/17). My mother discovered it in Katy's room about a week after Katy passed and felt it would...

Brown hair Brown eyes Just like any other person Just like everyone else But they're wrong What is that on the inside? Bright light swirling Sparks of flames around the heart The light gets darker the madder she gets The light gets brighter the happier she gets She's not like us She holds something unnatural inside of her She can make your life a nightmare She can make your life a wonderland Yet people want her dead Every...

The man ate a sandwich,He snacked and smiled,He ate that sandwich,But then he choked,Poor dude, On a bit of bacon, he croaked.The woman knitted, She knitted a sweater,Then she got up,And she flitted.Made a cuppa tea,Now she’s D. E. A. D.Two ordinary deaths, it seems,But little do people know,It was all for show.

It wasn’t flashy. Not even a defined moment. There and gone as I slept, the world passed, and so did he, slipping from existence like the occurrence of a second, of a minute of any day. To say I cried is an understatement. Heart wrought from my chest, my spirit grieved, as I underwent one of thousands of tiny deaths, experienced each time these abnormal things happen. Picking myself out of the cracks and woodwork of the f...

Sometimes... I kind of wonder. I wonder what he's thinking when he looks at us, and knows that his own mother will live longer than he. Sometimes... It kind of just hits. It hits that he has possibly only a year and then he's gone too, then I lose him too, and I start to shake and I just can't stop and I hate it because when that happens... I can't cry, It's like it hurts too much and tears won't do any good. And at those...

She feels her heart drop through her stomach and out the other end. It has crashed to the floor and popped and now the blood gushes around her in a big lake of cherry kool-aid. Her eyes feel as if they roll back into her head and will never come back to the front- there is only pitch black in her vision. Her arms and legs shake, causing her to lean on the wall in order to not fall into her own blood. But she opens her eye...