Birth and Death...by Diane Ogden

I think birth is just like death. There is a dark place, canal type area, larger in death than birth, there is a very bright light...there is pain most of the time. I believe in birth there is a feeling of suffocation to a degree...like a fish out of water. Same in death yet it lasts longer most of the time. Death sucks, but then maybe birth does too. One has to want to get very miserable to put the necessary effort into birthing the child. And maybe the child has to get to a certain place also before it wants to go thru that mess! Birth, for the most part is not easy. Death for the most part is not easy either... Both are a process of moving from one dimension to another in my opinion.
I have spent much time lately in Nursing Homes, funeral homes, hospitals. Sucks I say. The only good experience I have seen with death came thru Hospice. God let me die at a Hospice Facility. They make is sooo easy. Because there is nothing good or easy about what I have seen lately. Nursing homes, no matter how they are rated suck canal water! They are dying mills and for every good CNA there are three lazy ones who do not do their jobs. Imagine getting a lazy funeral director. ha. (sorry) Or a lazy ICU nurse or doctor! Been there seen it. I have to start sending out more positive energy so my lifepath goes more positive and stays that way forever. That is called positive fear.... (motivation)

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Two Many Funerals Lately...by Diane Ogden

"Two" many funerals lately.. ...I had to take a "breather" and make sure I was still doing so. Jeez, dying sucks for those passing and those taking part in. Not that I do not believe there is more, because I do. Anyway, I am back for now. I wanted to share my idea for Refrigerator doilies!

Yup....now one could use retro black or retro white or yellow towels...no matter. I used what I had on hand. Take the idea and run with it...Saves time on cleaning and its cool!

"Nana, I Dont Want to Leave Chuck" by Diane Ogden

Chuck is in the hearse...he is my x.....and that is my Granddaughter. I was coming out of the funeral at the church carrying a slow cooker, had my rain coat over my head due to the umbrella being in the trunk, my camera around my neck on a cord and stuffed into my blazer pocket, and a purse to deal with...I spotted this forever photo and immediately began fumbling for my camera! Got it! Even though I discovered later the setting had gotten changed and most the photos were blurred. No matter, there she stood peering into the dark and grey huge vehicle that she watched some big men put Chuck into. She never knew Chuck, but she has been very sensitive about her Daddy's Dad dying. And there he was all alone in that grey huge car on a grey huge day. I missed the shot of her resting her head on the window and looking down at the ground. She did not want to leave him. There were a hundred people there talking and getting food, and getting into cars and coats on and flags in, lining up, some saying goodbye,........meantime with total solitude she stood peering at the dead, not understanding it, yet knowing she wanted to help him....that little girl faced death square all by herself, no fear, only compassion.

Dont Fart at the Funeral! by Diane Ogden

I wonder if anyone else ever worries about that. I am off to the x's funeral. Jeez, I cant believe it, he died. And I am worried about farting. Sure I am, I am the x and his family would love it if I slipped up, especially from that end. I think its too late for Beano...you know, take Beano and there'll be no gas. Yup too late, anyway this isn't from beans...its from nerve endings...all over the place. I hide it well except on that end...cant hide those sometimes and depending on where you are at, you cant always blame it on those darn cows, or the dog. Aint none of those at the church. Anyway, what's the big deal, at least I am alive to fart! My friend says I should say fert...so I refuse to fert at the funeral. The end. p.s. If I hadn't sampled the broccoli casserole and stuck to my normal half peanut butter and jelly sandwich, but I didn't.... we're off.

Injured Male Cardinal by Diane Ogden

I was searching Google to learn about cardinals and how they might help one another if one is injured considering I came upon that very thing. I found an injured male Cardinal who wouldn't move even though we walked withing ten inches of him.. He did fluff himself out due to what I expect was anxiety. I thought he was stuck in the ice like the kid in Christmas Story who stuck his tongue on the pole! We were going to get some warm water and run it towards his feet but before we could do it, two other male Cardinals came right down on the ground and stayed with him until he recovered. Then they all flew away together..must have been brothers eh? Or at least grew up together! Or maybe a cardinal kid that never grew up...still getting into jams!

My X Husband Died...by Diane Ogden

I have a couple of x husbands. You always remember the love you once had. Why you wouldn't have married him or them otherwise. But things happen, people change, not that I don't take commitment seriously because I did and do. Sometimes people drink and act like that Chris Brown guy in the news lately with his girlfriend Rhianna. That is when a wife must leave to protect her self and her children. I said this,"Once you marry and have children, no matter what happens, it is for life." My 36 year old son had never known this man until these past few dying days. My son was attentive to his estranged Father night and day for almost four days. He held his hand, he stroked his hair, he loved him and forgave him. Isn't it interesting it happened the same week his wife Tamara was on Dateline telling the world of the Father she never knew. And isn't it interesting that my third son, Christopher journeyed to Arkansas via L.A., Tucson, Sedonna to stay with the Dad that left us when Chris was 4.... I am sure they bonded and gladly that happened before death. No matter, it is good no matter when it happens in this lifetime. Just odd don't cha think? Three of them in one week! Must be something in the air. So, the funeral is tomorrow. Sad. He went into the hospital for a routine biopsy and died.... no warning.

I will make a chicken casserole, take homemade salsa and chips for the his Granddaughter to offer up.... pay respects and come home and clean the house. Isn't that the way it goes....we have to move on. His heart stopped beating so he had no choice but to die. We cant die....we have to keep going be that cleaning, crying, loving, dying.... I am sorry that happened to you Chuck. I wished you had a better life.....

Wacky Ghostly Weekend...by Diane Ogden

First was the much anticipated Dateline William "Billy" Miller Presentation to the country. I must have all my sensory perceptions on high alert for some "strange," (pun) reason. I felt Billy's presence sitting directly next to me watching his story on the TV. No emotion from him except total love while watching his children speak to millions on his behalf. What a life gift even in death. Something all of us would treasure for eternity. Then my work helper made plans to bring her daughter to for a play date with my Grand-children but she never showed up or called. "Manners," huh? No ghosts in that one that I know of, just another kink in the day that caused undue issues for us. Then the phone rang, and the caller said, "Diane, this is DeAnne." And before she ever completed those four words, I felt like I was not here. I felt some disconnect with this world. I knew that she was going to tell me death had arrived for her brother, my past husband who was in the hospital. I sensed death and fog all around my earthly and spiritual being. I just knew that I knew. It wasn't anxiety, it wasn't fear, it wasn't guessing....I knew and for the first time in my life death was near. I felt/sensed/lived that fact for ten seconds. Like a dream that you know really happened while you slept. Somewhere it happened. This happened also. Later that day he went in for a serious lung surgery. My Son, His Son, went up to see him, touched him, forgave him. I have to go also. I felt his spirit calling me yesterday but I had all the little girls so his Son could go, as well as waiting for the other little girl that never showed up or called. Don't cha just love when that happens? My third son called from Sedona, Arizona where he is hiking and taking in all the spirits and free closeness with God he can. He will be an amazing teacher soon. As well as his destination is Arkasas to stay with his estranged Father, finding peace in that relationship after two decades plus. And the eldest son passed on to us the news he has been diagnosed with emphysema. Even sadder are his living quarters called Prison. His Grandfather died of this, his Father is dying of this, and I get the news he is now diagnosed also. I pray he gets good care which will be a miracle in our prison system. (The Mother of his first Daughter who he communicates with weekly has COPD and experiences lung collapse too often, and her Father is also dying from emphysema as I write. Isn't that all a bit odd?) I suspect we entertain like spirits "sometimes." Last week while driving about the city I saw him three times walking on the streets in different areas. I would see him and get this elateous (is that a word?) sensation of happiness and joy, only to see it wasn't him. But it was! Was it a promise of his freedom? Was it his spirit? Was it my imagination? Not at all. It was him. I wish I could hug my son. We have to pray everyday he doesn't get stabbed with a shank in that unsafe place where gangs rule the house. He sure looked nice in his big coat walking freely on the streets of his city. That is what I must keep in my mind and that is all I should see and think, so his Angels can keep him safe and bring him home. Today I must go see his Father and handle it. Berdie is also in the same hospital...interesting huh?