In true art, the end is begining

" I just sat there. I just held Shelby's hand. There was no noise, no tremble, just peace. Oh god. I realize as a woman how lucky I am. I was there when that wonderful creature drifted into my life and I was there when she drifted out. It was the most precious moment of my life.

Death is like the month of March. Sometimes it comes in like a lion, other times like a lamb. Never is the month of March the same, the weather can snow, shower with rain, rip through like a tornado.

Jack came to us, last Thursday. He rode in a shinny white convertable during the memorial day parade. Fought in WWII, had six grandchildren. I guess you didn't know that. It was 1:00 a.m. when he left, four days after he came up to the neurosurgery unit. Bob was with his family, and son. Mary waited till her daughter was out of the room. The only person there was an IV tech who she never looked at twice.

Grandma was the tornado. Fast, furious, without warning. Unexpected. 8 hours of trying to track me down, frantic phone messages of "CALL YOUR FATHER ASAP", one right after another. Grandpa was expected. Softly, quitely, with luthern hymes sung by this daughters. Rosemary went alone.

And each time I stood on that ground, on the hill overlooking the town of 900, I took a deep breath, looked to the sky, blinded by sunlight ricochet'ing off cherry wood..... "i am 1,000 winds that blow, I am the frost on the fallen snow...do not stand on my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die..."

Max, I know your being a stinker: hogging the covers, and being home-land security. Max-garden is in full bloom with iris's and dafidills. and on your walk, you stop at every tree to take a sniff. And when your not patroling the heavenly sky's, you did what you did best, SLEEP. Anywhere, and everywhere....may peace be with you Maxi-pad, many people miss you down here!

Hello Mr. Johnson

I really have never noticed, when i was younger. Gym Shower areas were avoided at all costs, because no one at age 14 wanted to be labled or seen as a "gay". Possibly there was some comparison with B.H.'s in the boys bathroom. I didn't pay close attention for the allure over the experience, the fact that I was looking at another man's penis overshadowed size comparison.

Frankly, my ecentric personality is quite larger than 7 inches in diameter, and 7-8 inches in length. In case you were wondering. I'm a freak, crazy old bat, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

During my post formative years, being quite the town slut, word got around quite fast. This accusation of sorts became quite the mystery when I put on 10 pairs of nylons, a cheap cosmetic wig, and sang Celion Dion. "Where the hell did he place it?", I heard it can poke eyes out-from across the room.

Redwood, beercan, ect have been associated with me. Which you know, it could be worst. ALOT worst. And I have accepted it, for what it is, cause besides having that "little operation" there is nothing I can do to change it.

Which, why: when Miss Erin was introduced to me the first words out of her mouth were: "I heard you have a big Johnson", and all I could do was laugh!