Life Through The Eyes of Stacy

If you are a woman and on Facebook (or any social network),  you know the drama that comes along with friending some people.  If you are like me, you've friended people who you may not know outside in the "real" world but who have similar interests or play online games you do. Some strangers can be perverts for sure but sadly sometimes it's people you went to school or worked with that are now suddenly "brave" enough to hit on you because they are safe behind a computer screen. Some of the pervs come out of nowhere and even without being your fb friend send you messages. (Case in point...Just got this in my "other" file of my messages.   "  Hi, I got attracted to your profile while browsing through, I must be frank with you and say; you are looking quite cute and beautiful in your profile picture, though I’m much more humbled by the serene looks of your eyes and your smile. I am Jason, and I'd like to get to know you, and be your fri...

Since you left, I don't cry over much anymore.  I know real loss now so anything less does not cause me tears.  There are so many things I miss about you, I wouldn't even know where to begin in order to make a list...In the end though, it's a colder world without you in it. I often think about that last day. What I could have said, done, to help you stay.  I know that I may not have had much power over your last breath but I cannot help but wonder.  When the doctor said those final words, that you had left us, all I could think about, selfishly, was that there was no one left on the face of this earth that I could trust, who loved me like you did, and who could help all of us, including your Grandkids, see the world through your amazing eyes. I have many regrets about those days. I was thrown into the position of having to plan your funeral and be the strong one.  I admit I wasn't very good at it. I did have help from other family members~ Your siblings, yo...

You awaken Hope, raising it from a coma with promises of a tomorrow. Like a wounded bird it flutters but does not yet fly. It's wing is bent. You pick up Hope, bandage it there gently then all at once toss it up into the air and set it free. It stutters, it begins to fall but with some struggle, it finds it's strength and takes on the sky. Hope flies with such grace and beauty... It feels like another life came to it~ ...Like it was never broken before. Just as it begins to climb and finds itself in the breath of a gentle breeze~ Just as it lets it's wings go by it's side and allows itself to glide~ you yank Hope down like it was always  connected to a string...  ~Like it was a kite for which you played with for your own amusement. Hope nose dives to the hard earth and crashes there  where it's only another fatality to you. And it suffers there~ It's very last thought undeserved but sadly of you.   © 2014 Stacy J French (Roosa...

Your name on my tongue tastes so sweet. Sometimes I  breathe your name and hold it in just to feel its nectar in my mouth and on my tastebuds... It always makes me smile. Your voice saying my name makes me feel such warmth and excitement. It's a sound like no other. The thought of you wings gloriously in my head like a hummingbird on the branches of my mind. I have no words for what you do for my heart though. It's indescribable and as wonderful as it is painful.. And it's killing me one breath at a time.. © 2014 Stacy J French (Roosa) (All rights reserved)