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Wed Jul 1, 2009, 11:05 AM
Yeah so I've not ever linked anything here so I'm not at all sure how or if this will work at all, but here goes. So this artist[link] has created a beautiful thing in honour of Dad n'me. [link] . So go check it out if you get a chance. It's pretty cool. Hugz to Tammara, I'm honoured and it's really beautiful. Like I said there, would that I could go there in reality I would. But at least I can look at it and go there in my head.
Hugz to everyone else as well. Your continued support and well wishes are greatly appreciated. I feel somewhat selfish not sharing more with everyone, but I really don't have anything new to add at the moment where I'm concerned. It's as seems normal lately, just a bit of a waiting game for me at the moment. Waiting to hear any news let alone good from the Doctor. Waiting til I have a good day again. (Defined at this point by feeling un-sore enough to actually DO something.) The increduality that I feel at the fact that I just don't feel well enough to mow the flipping yard. It's strange because I never feel like mowing the yard when it's down to it. It's one of my most dreaded chores when you get right down to it. I'd rather bale hay, don't ask me why. I'm one of those people that just never personally found anything whatsoever "fun" about it. I still wonder sometimes in my head just what the hell it is about it that so very many people find rewarding enough to actually find anything whatsoever about it enjoyable. (Still trying to hold onto my title as "King of run-on sentences=P") Blah, I guess I may never figure it out. Lol Maybe it's akin to the satisfaction I get when I've just swept and mopped floors or some such thing. I simply don't feel like it physically I dread even driving anywhere really as it seems to wear me out. Though on the plus side I don't have trouble sleeping when I have done anything like either one. Babble babble, I do go on sometimes.
Anyways, Hugs to everyone. And again thanks very much for your continuing support and good thoughts for us, and everyone else in the world. Because even just a normal day can sometimes be trying in real life, even if you're completely healthy.
Laters
Sean

  • Mood: Joy
  • Listening to: Emma Lee-Johan Palm
  • Reading: A Jesse Stuart (maybe Stewart) too lazy to check
  • Watching: Some crazy assed show about Atlantis
  • Playing: Spider Solitaire is addicting
  • Eating: As if
  • Drinking: Coffee, black like my heart=-P

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:iconnitchwarmer:
Happy late Birthday greeting.
From Tammie and Max
:cake:

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:iconnitchwarmer:
Happy late Birthday greeting.
From Tammie and Max
:cake:

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Founder of =Artistic-Maneuvers and ~Artistic-Emphasis

Administrator for =Dark-Arts-Asylum Visit me in room # 251

My art site *nitchwarmer My stock site *nitch-stock
:iconhillbillygirl:
Hello there Sean.

You do no know me, but I have become aquainted with your dad and have learned of your situation.

My heart breaks for you and your dad. So just to let you know that I care and am here for both of you, I wrote this poem for you.


Tired, Weary, Trying Not to Give Up

I sit by my window looking out on the dawn falling for night.
My mind is tortured by the things I know and the things that may come.
My body hurts from the torture of withdrawal and this sickness that attacks my insides.
I want to scream, shout, shed my anger, but in silence I still sit.

Night falls, the pain is intense and my stomach feels as if it will explode.
My bones ache from being tired of holding up my flesh.
My heart aches for it so much want my being to be free of all this pain.
My soul heavy with where do go and what should I do?

I stumble to my bed, not wanting to even undress.
I lay down for sleep to overtake my body.
It comes not, only the wanting for someone to take my hand and say its ok.
I remember then, hey I am not alone, I have my dad.

I gather my strength, sit on the side of my bead.
Shaking fingers dial the phone, waiting for the voice that comforts me so.
My voice, small as a lost child, says, "Dad can we talk?"
Hearing his, "Yes son.", at that very moment, I knew he will be with me through it all.


You both in my heart, thoughts and prayers. Always here for you too. :hug:






I hope that it may bring you comfort and peace.
:iconsharikaye:
Thoughts and prayers with you Sean!
Love n light Hugs!:]

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SK:)
:icontammara:
A little something for you and your dad from a friend. [link]

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~Strangers are just friends waiting to happen~
:iconandromedaii:
Hi Sean, I hope all is going well. I wish you all the best with all my heart. :pray::hug::heart::iconlovehug:

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:heart: ~Sirrah
Your heart understands what your head cannot yet conceive; trust your heart. ~Unknown
:iconastroboy1:
Greetings Sean,

I am most pleased that the love and concern of others have helped you to have renewed faith in a brighter future. Your father is indeed a very special soul and your are so fortuante to have such a loving person who cares deeply about you regardless of anything. I have shared with your father that I continue to hold you in my deepest prayers and I personally know God answers our earnest prayers. Please know that I and others wish you the very best of all good things . . .

Kind regards,
Michael C. Turner
:iconferelwing:
:hug: Welcome to dA and :hug: good luck!

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:iconsunflowervlg:
Prayers, hope and hugs to you Sean! :heart:

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