I started this site after the death of my Aunt from a nerve degeneration disease an complications! It’s a bit personal, a bit public and a bit sensitive for me now, but this is my way of remembering and also of helping others. She was a single mother and struggled to raise her children without the support of a husband or her parents who died long ago.
She was a magnificent woman and I will always remember her. Her children, my cousins will be contributing to this site and building a community where many people can remember their loved ones. And so, this will be in part an e-memorial to those gone before us, but it will also be a health resource for everyone who passes this way.
I don’t know who WC Sucho was, or maybe it was W. Csuecho but I hope that whoever it was, he/she appreciates what I’ve done with the expired domain!
Thinking Of others
These days we seem to find little time for the troubles of others. This is quite well said by a poem I found on my web travesl. I hope the poet (I don’t know him) will forgive me for using his work, but full credit is hereby given to a Keith Rowley on the site Authorsden for the following work which made me cry:
It’s called Broken Soul
A broken woman with a broken heart
Loads up her life on a broken cart
Reaching for the love of a long lost day
For the laughter of children the dark took away
A flash of bright memory of candles and gold
Of Bright smiling faces in days bright and cold
Of the strength and the warmth that kept cold at bay
In the days of her beauty that the dark took away
Ashamed deep inside of what she’s become
Of the marks on her arms and the stench of cheap rum
She thinks of the love of her parents that day
When the dark came inside and took them away
There now she sits in the door of a shop
The cart’s loaded up but she has to stop
She knows she must go on into the day
Looking for hope that the dark took away
She shivers, draws tight the thin fabric she wears
And cries as the scruffy old blouse rips and tears
Remembering wardrobes of furs smooth and grey
In her grand house that the dark took away
Old is her face but see when she smiles
The beauty of youth still shines through her eyes
Recalling the days when men queued for a day
For a glimpse of the love-light the dark took away
The snow swirls around her and she blends with the chill
A desperate old woman with a cart on a hill
Will no one please love her, take her in for a day
Or are we the darkness that throws her away
Those verses speak volumes to me about today’s world as I hope they do to you.
May God Bless You All.
Terry Thomas
