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JULY 31, 2006

31 Jul

Denis, Kyle, Violet and Jim 3

The morning of Monday, July 31st:
The sun’s bright light broke though the blue, clear barrier that was the sky. A dedicated husband pushes his sick wife around the house in her wheelchair, her first time out of the home since she came back from hospice. He pushed her gently down the back-door ramp, round to the left side of the house and they followed the fence. The front garden awaited them, the ground coated with dew. The day was crisp and beautiful, hardly any wind. Water sat still in the basin of a delicate birdbath. The garden remained pleasant – the grass well trimmed against a pathway. This was a wonderful sight for Violet, a time to take in the fresh air and just relax while admiring her gardens. They crossed the lawn, onto the path and down a small dip into the driveway. A man arrived, who shared resemblance with Violet. He seemed so happy and glad to see her looking so healthy, so bright after so much suffering. This man was her younger brother Denis, who had decided to stop by and see how she was doing. However this was only a brief visit, and he soon left.
Violet’s husband Jim wheeled his wife up the driveway, round to the ramp and back inside. The birds outside were chirping as the sun gleamed on the dew. Denis smiled to himself as he drove home, full of relief at the healthy sight of his beloved sister. Violet was on the road to recovery, and this was the first step.
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Garden of Remembrance

7 Jun

The sky, a beautiful canvas of blended blues and puffy milk whites floats above the earth. The attractive atmosphere, ignorant of the sad scene underneath continues to occasionally gleam its sunlight on an unusually hot day.

Below, specs of gray spoil the rich green pastures and lavish gardens.
Few mournful individuals stand over the matured headstones – tears roll as memories are ignited. Sick green moss flourishes on the memorials – existing ahead of the snipped blossoms in aged yellow jars and faded photographs.

Crow-black grievers gather by a fresh deep hole and clean gravestone. The relations bewail over their loss as their lost loved one arrives in a hearse.

A young woman kneels upon an overgrown burial plot, speaking words to the earth of sorrow and requests for forgiveness.

Nearly all of these final places of rest and tranquility are no longer visited – their occupants have elapsed in history.

The sky, now a depressing blur of lifeless dark grey floats above the earth, leaking tears of rain upon a garden of remembrance.

The Valley

2 Aug

Once a popular campsite for families, the elderly, fishers and people just wanting a quiet relaxing holiday spot, The Valley had become a place of abandonment. Shrilly overgrown weeds and grass dripped with fresh morning due – shrubs had mutated into bushes and the trees filtered sunlight.Bugs of all races infested the land – along with pest animals, such as rats and rabbits. The buildings – Kitchen, Laundry, The Hall, Toilets and Showers – became a haven for graffiti and gangs needing a hideout.

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