not one word

i could have written about a long forgotten friend Joan  from junior college on March 2

not one word

March 5 i could have written about an intern from Hometown Press Mike

not one word

i could have written some kind words about my great niece, Echo on March7

not one word

another forgotten friend who did not last could well have earned her a page on March 10

not one word

three nephews did not get one mention

Greg on March 16 the New Yorker the keeper of the children the traveler the youngest

Alton on March 17 the Texan the hunter the builder

Keith on March 20 the extremely talented one who gives me great coffee to grind and consume and bling jewelry

you would think i could have written marvelous things about such handsome young men but no i did not

not one word

the cutest great-nephew with big blue eyes, blond hair and the sweetest smile, Brister,  not one word, not one story and there are many

not one word

only one son-in-law, Jim, who did not get his page in the dreaded mother-in-law blog who tells everything  March 25

as well as an old junior college friend the one i had a big “thing” for Jimmy as well

not one tugging of the old heart string not one tear for forgotten loves and lost

as well as my father’s sister, Aunt Ethlyn, the dearest Aunt one could ever have

i still have books she not only gave to me but also read to me i can hear her voice forever ringing in my mind not one word came forth

not one word

only one daughter-in-law, Karen, March 28 and alas for everything she has given to my son not one word are accolade

not one word

not a forgotten friend just no longer a friend March 29 what stories i could tell but how many would not believe or would be outraged that i dared to write such drivel about such an icon

not one word

March 31 a brother who made his way home years ago in 1996

not one word

i could have written about the little brown band water snake i killed who was harmless and was told to just throw him in the ditch to go back into the food chain this deserved a mention

not one word

my daughter’s wedding date April 2 and the wedding never written about the one daughter who ran away from her home in Boston at 37 and got married without telling her mom until afterwards and on an island St. Lucia what a story not told

not one word

another nephew, Danny, April 3 and so many funny happy stories his easy going ways like his dad not one inkling about what i thought

not one word

my children’s paternal great-grandmother on April 8 such good memories of a lady who cared yet spoke her mind not the story of how the family blood was tainted by the son marrying a German who would think that French could marry German and then a Choctaw Scotch Irish what a tale to be told yet

not one word

Raggs my last cat died on April 12 as i held her in my arms a beautiful tortie who deserved a story yet words did not come

not one word

and my sister-in-law, Pat….her  mother’s birthday would be tomorrow

not one word

last my Mom‘s birthday was April 14

not one word will be written

i am here to let you know that there are no words to say about all these events that meant so much that words could not describe the essence of these beautiful human beings without my feeling that i did not do justice to their living and/or dying

i worked and worked and sometimes i read your blogs

those were the only words that really came i found things within each and every one that caused me to stop and pause and wonder about your life, your loves, you wants, your trials, your happiness as well as those folk i did not write about…

not one word…