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Love Letter

Posted in death, gratuities, life, moms on April 12, 2014 by clancyjane

Dears,

(In loss, I have never felt so loved.)

 

We were raised by our Mothers, and they by theirs, to be good people who are good to people.

We were raised with others like us, those we’ve known for as long as we’ve breathed, and others we left Putnam County to find.

 

When I read what you’ve written to me, and not only to me but to others, I remember when Mom said there was no one more lucky than we are lucky- to have each other, and each of our others.

 

You are so present.

So true.

So loving.

You are at once so grounded and unafraid of flight.

 

There is no one more lucky than me, to have who I came with and who I collected, and to see you daily through the interconnect.

I love you and I love how you love me and I love how you love each other.

If we looked in on love like this, at like-minded like-hearted neighbors, we would ask each other

how could they exist?

How could they be so authentic and kind.

 

And how could they be us.

 

 

 

 

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Demise Of A Deer In A Town With No Dead Wagon

Posted in death, evil inherent in nature, life with tags on July 25, 2010 by clancyjane

 

Day One
she’s resting comfortably in the fescue along highway eleven

Day Two
her eyes are stalled in perpetual blink: she doesn’t see so good

Day Three
birds fly new patterns in a western georgia sky

Day Four
they rest atop and on the fenceposts near

Day Five
she’s inside out
(and so am i).

***

A repost.  Julia reminded me.

Hammit To Dell (he said when he’d been drinking)

Posted in dads, death, evil inherent in nature, life with tags , , on February 8, 2010 by clancyjane

God

damn

it

Dad

you

had

no

business

dying.

A Sister Writes It Sad

Posted in death, life, moms, poetry with tags , , on May 6, 2009 by clancyjane

http://lovelyasatree.wordpress.com/

Frankie: Gone Fishin’

Posted in death, evil inherent in nature, gratuities, life, moms with tags on March 6, 2009 by clancyjane

 

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Frankie, 80, of Redacted, MO died early Saturday morning, February 21st, 2009, in the company of his daughters, Mary Frank and Clancy Jane, shortly after telling Jane he wanted to gather some night crawlers and take her fishing.  

He was born July 25, 1928 the only son of George Albert and Myrtle Alice (Redacted) Redacted, who preceded him in death. On January 3, 1955, he married Our Good Lady in Redacted, MO, and he grieved her death, which occurred July 30, 2008, until his own.  To the union of Frankie and Our Good Lady, six children were born, and they are as follows:  Cathy, Ida Allis, Tommy, Mary Frank, Clancy Jane, and George.

Frankie engaged in a variety of jobs and businesses throughout his life. In his early years, he and his family were an important part of Redacted trading, via Redacted and Son Grocery and Hardware. In addition to this he built ammunition boxes, county bridges, and strong children.

Frankie spent most of his life in Redacted and Redacted. He lived his last months at the LaPlata Nursing Home, where he was cared for compassionately by the staff and longtime family friends Amy Byrn, Joan Chegwidden and Mizty Crowdis.
Frankie was proud to serve his country in the Korean War as a Forward Observer and part of the 7th Infantry Division, among others. When his services ended he wrote his mother a four page letter, one word to a page, which read: I AM COMING HOME.
Visitation was held on Tuesday, February 24, 2009 with funeral service following at Redacted Family Funeral Home. Internment with a military service was held at the Redacted Cemetery.

Frankie’s children were his pallbearers, and honorary pallbearers were: Junior Redacted, Larry Redacted, Redacted Coddington, Butch Redacted, John Redacted, Nate Redacted, Bub Michael and Redacted Brown.

Frankie Takes Stock After Deaths and Amputations

Posted in dads, death, evil inherent in nature, life, moms with tags , , on December 17, 2008 by clancyjane

Fold

He checks for the presence of limbs and loved ones as if patting pockets for keys and coins.

He sits by his scanner awaiting the 20 on his missing wife and shoe.

A Very Wonderful Thing Is

Posted in death, evil inherent in nature, life with tags , on October 15, 2008 by clancyjane

 

 Written here

by my very good sister

about a very sweet boy

gone on.