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John Matthews's avatar

Amazing writing as always. Full of light and joy and life! You really should write more of your life as you have seen so much and experienced so many things that are so rarely spoken of. I loved the poem especially. It woke memories in me of my adventure at Chanctonbury, where a huge shadowy force tried to overpower me and when I refused it physically knocked others who were with me to the ground. There is so much here to think about. Keep writing and share some more of your life.

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Joanne Jovovich's avatar

My mother and father were child hood sweethearts. Mom was 18 when I was born. She passed at 63 leaving my father totally bereft. When he passed nine years later (from Mad Cow Disease)...he was in the hospital I worked in. I woke up in the middle of the night smelling my mother's perfume. (She used to marinate in it...) It was on my hands, my pillow, in my nose. I quickly called the hospital and his nurse, who was a friend of mine...also called Robin ;) told me she had just been in his room and he was resting very quietly. I asked she look again...and call me back if there was a change. No sooner had I got my feet into bed, the phone rang. He was gone. What a gift of visitation my mother gave me. Had to pass that on...xo

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