Wednesday, July 9, 2008
As the Light Fades
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Today marks one year...
Her's was a light that did not shine nearly long enough, but as it glowed it was bright indeed.
Mom, I miss you, and I'll love you always.
Friday, July 4, 2008
Freedom
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Whispers from Darkness
Whispers from Darkness
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Dread and fear of
That which surrounds
Doubting yourself
hopelessness abounds.
Throwing off sorrow
Shattering your bonds
Anxious to begin
confidence responds.
Knowing in life
That we must grab
Life's bright mystery
Avoid the drab.
Longing to feel
the sun on your brow
It's time to believe
To yourself vow.
Spread your wings
Finally to fly
Reach for the stars,
your limits deny.
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Times like a river
Saturday, May 31, 2008
Mrs. Kelley
While the kid's may be happy, and the parents may be hesitant, others were not completely ready for the school year to come to a close. I wanna talk about my wife, or as her kids call her, Mrs. Kelley. This was her first year to teach full-time and she had 5th Grade science and social studies at Harlem Elementary. Going in, she was very excited, but also a little nervous about the adventure she was about to embark upon. Some of the kids were difficult, some didn't care either way. But, each day my wife would arrive at the school between 530 and 630 am. Most of the time she was the first teacher on campus, sometimes she'd be the last member of the faculty to leave. She did not do this because she was behind, but she wanted her kids to be engaged and interested in the subject matter that she was presenting. She worked about some Saturday's this year, and was usually lesson planning for her kids at night here at home. It paid off, as the year end measurements of achievement became available. Most of Her kids succeeded at the course work, and at the year end TAKS test.
After seeing her and her 5th grade team, I have a new understanding of the paperwork and red tape that a teacher must endure to accomplish much of anything. The administrators on her campus were for the most part amazing in the support they can lend. As the week drew to a close, she told me how much she would miss her kids, and I understood. I understood that Friday was the last day of school, and it would hit then. During the 5th grade ceremony, she broke into tears a couple of times. Her kids hugged her and told her how much they would miss her. She returned their feelings. She received flowers from at least one, bear hugs from several, and has an emotional bond with quite a few. You'll notice that they are referred to as her kids, they weren't students to her, they are her kids, she was responsible for them for 9 months. She took pride in that responsibility, and she will always take pride in them.
Last night, we went to dinner. It finally hit. She would see a handful of her students again. They would never be in the same place as a group again, and that made her very sad. After talking for a while she went through a list of 15-20 names of children that she had taught this year that had come so very far. I am sure, that over the next few years, we'll be attending football games and band concerts, so she can see some of her kids again. She is proud of the accomplishments of her first batch of pupils. More than that, I am proud of her. She has done an amazing job this year. She'll do an amazing job next year as well, and the next, and so on. I am very proud of you sweetheart, and more than that, you should be proud of yourself.
Monday, May 26, 2008
Remembrance on Memorial Day
It is with both sadness and respect that we celebrate this day.
For this is the day that we remember.
This is the day that we look upon those who have paid the ultimate price,
so that our way of life would be upheld.
Those who have fallen are nameless,
except in regards to their loved ones to the majority of us.
They did not ask for glory, riches or even fame...
They have fallen.
To this day brave men and women are giving their lives in service of their countries and communities with nothing but their own courage to drive them.
They have fallen.
They do not represent a political party, or are trying to achieve an unknown objective...
They have fallen.
As we have slept in our beds, or gone about our daily lives being consumed with our own thoughts and situations...
They have fallen.
Take the time to thank those who defend us. Be it a soldier, a police officer, fireman or other servant of the peace.
As we celebrate today with barbecue or a trip to the movies
or even watching our favorite sporting event, please remember.
Remember that Those Who Have Fallen are the ones who deserve the honor, respect, and adulation that some reserve for those on the screen.
As you set out to make your plans this Memorial Day, make sure as you are packing supplies to take time out. Take time to remember the courage. Take time to remember the bravery, but most importantly, take time out to
Remember Those Who Have Fallen.
Friday, May 23, 2008
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Dreams...
What is a dream? Why do we have them, and why do certain images continue to pop up as we sleep? Do our dreams try to tell us things that we don't wish to face while we are awake? I don't have any idea about the answers to these questions, only theories...
There have been times over the last year where my dreams have been simple and mundane. Of course there have also been times where my dreams have been frightening and brought on by what may be guilt. I have actually been sleeping better without medication over the last couple of weeks. I have dreamt lately of my mom quite a bit, but my reaction has not been what some may think. I have embraced those dreams and not wanted to wake from my sleep. As strange as it may sound, I guess I have felt comfort in being able to spend time with her, even though it's only in a dream.