Today, we say Goodbye...(Officially)

Today, there will be a 'Celebration Of Life' for my Mom. It is her Memorial Service and all who are able will be there. I know that most of the attendees will be distraught and filled with heartbreak...
This is the price of having loved someone...
(I might be gone through tomorrow)

4 in a row...ready to go

There were four good pics out of fifty...but, they were all in a row.
48, 49, 50, 51...
(Why was 6 afraid of 7?...because 7 ate 9!)

I'm flapping my wings for my mom

The "Celebration Of Life" service  for my Mom is taking place on Thursday, the 30th of August. I'm trying to find my black leather pants that she hated. Then, she'll know it's really me...Sorry, Mom...
Jim Morrison made me do it.

The Jet

Here is a quick update about a quick Jet...
This is the last chicken that my Mom was interested in...
"How's Jet?"
He's Black...and he's fast!
But, Mom, I was wrong...he is a she!
Jet is too fast to get a picture of. Here are the only two from this morning.

Jet doesn't like cameras...

(see what I mean?)

Don't ruffle that feather

You just cannot tell what might happen...

May I Say Something?

May I say 'something'? (I will try):
"Something...
mysteriously formed...before heaven and earth...
silence and the void...standing alone and unchanging...
ever-present and in motion...
perhaps it is the mother of 10,000 things
I do not know it's name
I call it Truth...
for lack of a better word...
I call it great...
for lack of a better name...
we called her Betty!"

I love you, Mom.
I miss you, too!

Hi Mom! I love you this much...

This was posted on May 20th...
but, my Mom loved this picture...
For, from all that is wrong in the world...
Love is the only thing that can endure such misfortune.
I love you, Mom!
(Please, forgive them...they don't know what they're doing)

I love my Mom...this much!!!

Who's fighting?

There is a lifelong dedication that cannot be compromised by politics, clowns, ignorance or any other unfortunate condition. This is the Love between a mother and her first born son...and it is stronger than all that would come after it...like husbands, other siblings, acquaintances, 'friends'...
Anything and everything are secondary to it for none of them could ever know what the first born son knows. He knows his mother and they do not. For these less fortunate folk, thankfully, there are 'celebrations of life', ceremony, hopeless last attempts to quell their guilt just a little longer. Because, that which they claim to know, is unknown to them...that which only I know.
(Nobody is fighting...it is a lifelong dedication that will never die...)
Beware: The backstabbing Cousin thinks I collect knives...

A Mother and her three babies....

Everyday is a new day. There is always reason to remain hopeful. But, when the world gets ugly, who will protect us?
Who will teach us? Who will make us who we are?
Who is the reason?
Who is it?

I am ill

I am very sick right now. I will be back soon. Thank you.

Starting over...

These three babies hatched on Sunday...My Mom passed away on Saturday night. These babies are the new beginning of everything.
Three beautiful reasons to remain hopeful.

A New Beginning...(a new struggle)

Can I tell you about heartache and the loss of God? I tried to hit the ground running this morning was off to a good start. I got a bunch of great pictures for this rebirth of my blog. So, while I was loading the pics into the computer, a huge commotion erupted outside. Chickens and roosters were everywhere cackling and running and flying. Well, a coyote had gone into my neighbor's yard to grab one of my chickens and in doing so, rustled up all of her llamas and dogs...So, she came running over to tell me what a problem my chickens are. They have been digging in her flowerbeds and gardens. They have been leaving droppings near her pool. So, she wants me to see what I can do about resolving the issue.
I gave her 18 fresh eggs...(that may have solved it)
Please, Mom...why me?