breast cancer SURVIVORS ... Celebration

October is

Breast Cancer Awareness

Month

Title: Pink Tears

"Memories" ~ Within Temptation

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Together in all these memories,
I see your smile.
All of the memories I hold dear.
Darling you know I'll love you,
Till the end of time.
All of my memories keep you near
In silent moments,
Imagining you here.
All of my memories keep you near,
In silent whispers, silent tears.

Title: Pink Confetti - a celebration of recoveryAvailable in my etsy shop here

Memories of growing up along the shore of Lake Erie ... my memories... perhaps you have some too. Vacations, times of solitude, picnics, simple play along the water's edge...For me it was and is always a hunt... the perfect piece of driftwood... smooth rocks to paint... and that elusive treasure called "beachglass". Early last fall while my Dad was still with us I found several pieces of glass I have since turned into pendants... Look around my shop for the various ways I have presented them. I hope you enjoy each and every one. May they bless your eyes and all who behold you,

xo~katey

Title: Rejoice

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MY MOM IS A SURVIVOR!!!

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Goodbye Friend...

I will be your friend...

Every day - and it seems like any time of day, I see a man walking his dog.


Strangely enough there isn't often much walking going on. Rather, the dog is reclined in the grassy treelawn watching cars and the man is standing nearby loosely holding the leash.



No matter morning, noon, or evening the two of them can be seen along a pretty stretch of our street near the woods. I was surprised one day recently to see them on the opposite side of the street, on the bike path, actually walking. The dog was sniffing the well groomed planters along the path.



The man always has on nice clothes. The dog looks absolutely royal. I imagine him (the dog) to be some sort of descendant from some great Japanese Emporer's dog. We first noticed them a few months ago - and our first thoughts were about how regal the dog was.

Seeing them daily - usually many times daily - we began to speculate that there was more to this than simply 'taking a walk'. I suggested that the man was recovering from surgery - and was perhaps a widower. The dog was helping him get out and back into health.



Each day we see them we think about the story of why they are there (since really, there isn't much "walking" going on). The man never smiles. He appears to be in distant thought.



About a week ago we saw the man and not the dog. He was holding a bag, so I thought he was out retrieving the dog's waste (as dog walkers are in the habit of doing around here thankfully).


I saw the man very early this morning. Again, alone.


He had a bag again...


He was sprinkling the dusty contents on the edge of the tree lawn in the woods where he and his regal friend had spent so much time this summer.


It finally dawned on me.






I looked into what sort of dog this beautiful friend was. I am pretty certain he was a Shiba Inu. I see clearly now what sort of friend he had. God Bless the man.