DYSLEXIA'S BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!

Oh Diane, I wish I was there to give you a hug in person.

Me too, dear Kris. Please try to get out this way--we'd love to see you--this is an open invitation for a stay here as long as you like.

aw, thanks, Diane.

Di- Glad that you are feeling better. Your reaction was absolutely normal. When Bob was in danger, all your endorphins were flowing. You needed to be strong, so that you could accomplish what you needed to do.

I remember when my son, who was about three at the time, was playing
trampoline on my bed. He fell, and he hit his head at the point of some molding. His forehead was bleeding profusely.

I called my parents, who took us to a hospital emergency room. The doctor asked me to hold my son, and talk to him, while he was being stitched. I was very strong and watched my little angel receiving stitches.

When it was all through, the doctor turned to me and said, "O.K. mother, you can relax now". I promptly slipped to the floor in a faint!

Over the next few weeks, or even months, you may possibly go through waves of different, strong, emotions. That too is normal. If you understand what is happening, and know that it will pass, you will be able to deal with it more easily.

(((((HUGS))))) to both of you!

truth
Yes, Phoenix. I find consolation and peace of mind knowing that ALL things pass, both the pains and the pleasures. And there is the adventure of not knowing what else will come our way. We must hang loose and let nothing attach to us. Just flowing through life, tasting everything along the way.
I have a hunch this is much like Bob's attitude.

I didn't expect the ending.
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Sometimes...
when you cry...
no one sees your tears.





Sometimes...
when you are in pain...
no one sees your hurt.





Sometimes...
when you are worried...
no one sees your stress.





Sometimes...
when you are happy...
no one sees your smile.



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But FART!! just ONE time...

And everybody knows!!



Gotcha!!! You thought it was going to be one of those heart-touching stories!

I have a way of gushing foolish in these times, so I generally let others do the talking. I've been reading the posts and keeping a vigil. Know that even in silence I am with you.

Oh Phoenix, how awful that must have been. Parenthood is for the young for many very good reasons. At this point in my life, I think I'd go right into cardiac arrest if something like that happened to a child of mine.

JLN--absolutely right. He does seem to flow through life, lightly and silently most of the time, engaging and enjoying and experiencing.

c.i., that was soooo funny (and true!). At times like this, I usually prefer jokes--too much sentiment brings tears and the painfulness back. Jokes are a great way to put things in perspective.

Sweet Edgar, knowing you are there is enough, and more important than you know.

Dear Ms Diane

I hope you are treating your good self with tender loving care & more than a little indulgence after the ordeal you've been through! If not, TREAT YOURSELF! Bubble baths, perfumes, a hair cut (if the spirit moves you! ), jewelry, champagne .... In fact any little thing that your heart desires! (Though I know you've already got what you MOST desire - Dyslexia's recovery )
Be very, very nice to yourself, my dear!

Love,
Olga

Now I shall extend my invitation to littlek to include anyone who has posted on this thread. PLEASE come visit us if you possibly can. We would love to see you and thank you in person.

Msolga, you're right, I do have what I most desire, but all your suggestions sound lovely!! Champagne--my favorite! Bubble baths, jewelry, perfume a new hair cut--yes to all!

Diane

OK, time to start then!
Enjoy, enjoy, enjoy!

Diane, I believe in that old saying, "laughter is the best medicine." I hope we can all share laughter together. c.ii.

Msolga and c.i., you both know good medicine. Pampering can make all the difference in one's feeling of well-being and laughter makes life worth living.

Who is Dyslexia?
Bob, I returned to your Profile to refresh my memory as to who is Dyslexia? Your bio, I knew. But the amazingly wonderful poem is a mystery to me. Bob, are you the author? If so, did you write it before or after falling in love with Diane? --- BBB

born 12/30/44 in a small ranching town in southern colorado, father worker for Aramco (Saudi Arabia) where i lived from '48 til '58. B.A. English Lit/Philosophy M.A. Urban Sociology. Career in Social Work starting with Dept of Mental Health working with chronic schizophrenics. Moved over to Dept of Social Services Child Protection Team, became specialist in childrens developmental disabilites-austism/fragile x/ behavior disorders. Finished career as child welfare policy analyst. Divorced. Maintained small farm/ranch raising cattle/sheep/hogs. Basic long haired hippie cowboy freak that never grew up.

And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!
Smoothed by long fingers,
Asleep … tired … or it malingers,
Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?
But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
Though I have seen my head [grown slightly bald] brought in upon a platter,
I am no prophet?-and here's no great matter;
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
And in short, I was afraid.

A lovely poem it is, BBB, but it is T. S. Eliot's "Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock." Surprised you didn't recognize it!

And Dys, if I may quote another couple of lines from that wonderful poem...

...Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?...

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T.S. Eilliot--Love song of J Alfred Prufrock..

Did someone say butts ??

truth
Refers to the Roman emperor Gluteus Maximus.

Please, somebody laugh. I've used this invented name twice before.

JL That is HYSTERICAL!