The Book of Fine Poetry
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Comment from Sherman541
So heartfelt and sad. You write such beautiful poems, even though they are about sadness and loss. Such beautiful tributes to your son. Every time I read your work or think of you, I think, prayers to you and your family for such a great loss.
I was in a car accident in 1979, I lost entire week of my life, but I am lucky to be alive. I remember waking after the accident and my first question was, 'Am I alive?". I was under the backseat of the car, on the floorboards face down and it was so quiet and dark. So dark, it was black. Our car looked like an accordion. I somehow managed to stay coherent until the ambulance came, giving all the important information. Then I was out until 7 days later, when I woke, wondering what had happened.
My friend and I were on our way home, in her car when the engine died. We were parked on the shoulder of the road, any farther we would have been in the ditch. I had been driving as, she had to work the next day and was sleeping. THEN BOOM! SMASH! Before we knew what hit. A man that was drunk thought our ER flashers were break lights and he thought we were moving. He was doing about 95 miles an hour when he hits us. We were and are so lucky to be alive.
I only know the majority of the story through others. Sherman
reply by the author on 29-Jan-2018
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So heartfelt and sad. You write such beautiful poems, even though they are about sadness and loss. Such beautiful tributes to your son. Every time I read your work or think of you, I think, prayers to you and your family for such a great loss.
I was in a car accident in 1979, I lost entire week of my life, but I am lucky to be alive. I remember waking after the accident and my first question was, 'Am I alive?". I was under the backseat of the car, on the floorboards face down and it was so quiet and dark. So dark, it was black. Our car looked like an accordion. I somehow managed to stay coherent until the ambulance came, giving all the important information. Then I was out until 7 days later, when I woke, wondering what had happened.
My friend and I were on our way home, in her car when the engine died. We were parked on the shoulder of the road, any farther we would have been in the ditch. I had been driving as, she had to work the next day and was sleeping. THEN BOOM! SMASH! Before we knew what hit. A man that was drunk thought our ER flashers were break lights and he thought we were moving. He was doing about 95 miles an hour when he hits us. We were and are so lucky to be alive.
I only know the majority of the story through others. Sherman
Comment Written 29-Jan-2018
reply by the author on 29-Jan-2018
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4 years ago I was riding a 10-speed bike trying to get over to the side of the road the right side which is safer somebody after they got past the cement Meridian cross the white line ran into me ran me over threw me off my bike I bounced enrolled I was incoherent on the scene I don't remember anything I I was told the hospital I've been unconscious for 5 and 1/2 hours it took 22 units to restart my heart and I was brain damaged a few years later I was hit another time with minor injuries but the year after that which was 3 years ago on October 15th during a Toys for Tots motorcycle charity run for children toys for Christmas I was trying to get to the church that guy misjudged the cars in front who is slow down to go into the event ran into the back of the one car swerved around it hit the pole to pole cracked in half and hit me I needed an 18 inch rod in my right leg is the most pain ever felt in my life that was a five and a half hour operation of fun I've had other incidents riding the bike but nothing is Major is those but falling asleep at the wheel only couple years after the death of my son and writing 20 hours a day trying it Journal out my grief thanks for your review and sorry for your event Dr Ricky 10:24 but we're both here and talk about it
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You are welcome and yes, we are both here and we can talk about and write about things that a lot of people never know about :) I am sorry to hear of all your misfortunes, as well. I do not drive cycles, but I love riding on the back taking pictures of our trips. I love riding, but it is truly a danger no matter how defensive and good of a driver you are, there are so many that are not. :)
Comment from royowen
You must be reliving this nightmare over and over Rivky, doesn't it ever abate? I know people who have lost sons in accidents, grieve for awhile, then get on with their lives, why not you dear man! Well done, Rivky, blessings, Roy
reply by the author on 29-Jan-2018
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You must be reliving this nightmare over and over Rivky, doesn't it ever abate? I know people who have lost sons in accidents, grieve for awhile, then get on with their lives, why not you dear man! Well done, Rivky, blessings, Roy
Comment Written 29-Jan-2018
reply by the author on 29-Jan-2018
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You never get completely over it no matter what but I use it as a tool here increase my writing abilities bring my messages Force for a organ tissue donation for the gift of life and of course you Journal
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Well done Ricky, great cause, "a seed falls to the ground, and many more are given life"
Comment from Winslow
Dear Ricky,
An interesting write. It seems that one can fulfill destiny by painting on the palate of life of what is given him by God. It is wonderful that Jay's heart can continue to beat and help another.
Warm regards,
Winslow
reply by the author on 29-Jan-2018
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Dear Ricky,
An interesting write. It seems that one can fulfill destiny by painting on the palate of life of what is given him by God. It is wonderful that Jay's heart can continue to beat and help another.
Warm regards,
Winslow
Comment Written 29-Jan-2018
reply by the author on 29-Jan-2018
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And thanks for your wonderful review and time.
Dr Ricky 1024.
Comment from Mustang Patty
Hi, Dr. Ricky;
Thank you for sharing more of your thought process as you work through your monumental loss. I pray for you to find some peace,
~patty~
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Hi, Dr. Ricky;
Thank you for sharing more of your thought process as you work through your monumental loss. I pray for you to find some peace,
~patty~
Comment Written 29-Jan-2018
reply by the author on 29-Jan-2018
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Why thank you Mustang Sally for visiting my house is suffering and enjoying my beautiful piece written in first-person of course from my son Jason and Heaven dr. Ricky 1024
Comment from Alcreator Litt Dear
This speaks Jay from his coffin speaks of his life (painting his life away), his living father; well said, well done; thank you for sharing this poem with us. Continue writing. DR ALCREATOR
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This speaks Jay from his coffin speaks of his life (painting his life away), his living father; well said, well done; thank you for sharing this poem with us. Continue writing. DR ALCREATOR
Comment Written 29-Jan-2018
reply by the author on 29-Jan-2018
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Thanks Al Creator I'm glad you enjoyed this piece written in first-person for my son Jason and Evan of course dr. Ricky 1024
Comment from Dean Kuch
Is the box in the picture accompanying your poignant post the box that holds Jason's ashes, Dr. Ricky?
If so, it's quite lovely.
Your melancholy musing concerning your son is very lovely as well.
Nice tribute.
RIP, Jason...
~Dean
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reply by the author on 29-Jan-2018
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Is the box in the picture accompanying your poignant post the box that holds Jason's ashes, Dr. Ricky?
If so, it's quite lovely.
Your melancholy musing concerning your son is very lovely as well.
Nice tribute.
RIP, Jason...
~Dean
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Comment Written 29-Jan-2018
reply by the author on 29-Jan-2018
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Thanks Dean and yes there's a picture of a drum set for he did play the drums he was a percussionist as you noted the review the name of his band was four ways to save any save for lives three still alive today that freaked me out a little bit when I figured that one out thanks dr. Rick Eaton 24 never wonderful writing week
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You're very welcome.
Comment from Bill Schott
This poem, Painting My Life Away, is an aching first-person retelling of the sadly short life and dramatic death of Jason. He had a brief but effective life, that ended too early.
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This poem, Painting My Life Away, is an aching first-person retelling of the sadly short life and dramatic death of Jason. He had a brief but effective life, that ended too early.
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Comment Written 29-Jan-2018
reply by the author on 29-Jan-2018
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Thanks Bill this means a lot from me from you talk to Ricky 10:24 and have a wonderful writing week
