To our unsung heroes. Pay tribute in the ways that renew your strength, honor the fallen souls, and bring healing to each day as needed.

chilipeppermaniac

chilipeppermaniac

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In my case, I am deeply impacted here recently by the near deaths of my dear 13 1/2 year old Pitbull Spike and my mom who had a terrible stroke 3 weeks ago. She's undergoing treatment now in her 3rd hospital in 3 weeks due to the nursing home;s failure to keep her from falling to the floor 2 times since Sunday. To me the primary job is ensuring her safety in her bed, safety sitting up, and even safety if and when they get her out of the bed and into a chair for therapy etc. This initial nursing home resulted in an ambulance ride to the ER to get cat scans, MRI, treatment for bumps and bruises and hopefully a way better rehab facility once she is assessed and treated for any damage caused at the original sub acute facility.

I make it home and had a late dinner and at around 12:30 AM find out the ultimate in bad news from one of my former girlfriends and wonderful lifetime friend.
Her husband was due to have a shoulder surgery a few days ago. Apparently something happened. Poor fella passed away.

I am so sad for my dear Lynnie and all her family, her husband's family and all the friends who loved the great friend, husband and loving father he was.

In Honor of Paul, I want to post a few songs that always handled my sadness for me.



 
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I will leave it at this. THIS is one of my Top RUSH songs out of the 100's they created.



And Finally one of Geddy Lee's most tasty Bass lines and of course the Man himself Alex Lifeson

 
Thanks Cador, Smitty, ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ, ETC.

Sadly I am a tender guy, but for some reason, I have had a lifetime of tough battles. Yet I know where my source of strength and healing comes from.

As sis and I were having our last 30 minutes with mom in the ER before they moved her to a room, I told mom, I was proud of her and that she was one tough cookie. She has had a rough few weeks and yet with stroke damaged brain, has not forgotten to love kisses and hugs, and even can try to sing Happy Birthday. I think when it is her time to go, I will likely try to sing Happy Birthday in her honor.

As for my dear Lynnie. I am afraid her Husband's passing, and her August 2 birthday are awful close together, if not the same day. No details yet.
Poor dear. In 35 years since we broke up, I never forget the dear soul and sweet hearted lady and eventual mother of 2 and wife of Paul that she was. Knowing his love looked out for her and their kids, was such a reassuring blessing to me. RIP Mr Paul
 
Thank u Mitch, Smitty, far, cador, coyote, zzz, Adrian,ozz man, dono, bdon, 67,rva, jtcnj, bft, Six string chef...

Visits with mom are hard but also a gift if experienced in terms of higher plane than the obvious tears and fears. Mom has her ups n down n gives me stories to tell on every day with her.
 
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Just reading this thread now, so sorry to hear about your friend's husbandd, please pass my condolences... But the strength that your Mum is showing every day is a cause for joy... Hang in there, Brother Chili, and give our best to your Mum. Best vibe and wishes from North of the Border!!
 
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Just reading this thread now, so sorry to hear about your friend's husbandd, please pass my condolences... But the strength that your Mum is showing every day is a cause for joy... Hang in there, Brother Chili, and give our best to your Mum. Best vibe and wishes from North of the Border!!
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Watch this Brother Six.

Repost from To what are yee listening thread
 
It seems like with my mom in the Hospital and all these past weeks since July 14, I can't get enough of my old favorites to make me feel and remember the days when mom was her young self. Today she is by far the toughest lady I know, even through her cries and tears. If one can describe my tears of joy at the simple miracle of seeing mom with stroke damaged brain on top of dementia and a mostly paralyzed right side and mostly unable to speak, practically demand to be permitted to feed herself and essentially duke it out with me not to help her. That is when times show me she is still in there. Watching a former righthander, use her left hand with a spoon as if she has done it all her life, with barely any Occupational Therapy to do so, to me it is surreal. Watch her manipulate a lip balm cap back on to the tube, one handed, then take it off when I ask if she can NOW TAKE IT OFF? Then try to put it back for 30 minutes, floors me. Watching her take a hand towel I soaked to wash her face after eating, and folding and unfolding it time and again as if she was folding laundry, all while somehow humming a church hymn and one handed once again. I had to contain my tears at these treasures that are now the beginning of her last days, weeks, months or years that lay ahead of her.



 
chilipeppermaniac said:
It seems like with my mom in the Hospital and all these past weeks since July 14, I can't get enough of my old favorites to make me feel and remember the days when mom was her young self. Today she is by far the toughest lady I know, even through her cries and tears. If one can describe my tears of joy at the simple miracle of seeing mom with stroke damaged brain on top of dementia and a mostly paralyzed right side and mostly unable to speak, practically demand to be permitted to feed herself and essentially duke it out with me not to help her. That is when times show me she is still in there. Watching a former righthander, use her left hand with a spoon as if she has done it all her life, with barely any Occupational Therapy to do so, to me it is surreal. Watch her manipulate a lip balm cap back on to the tube, one handed, then take it off when I ask if she can NOW TAKE IT OFF? Then try to put it back for 30 minutes, floors me. Watching her take a hand towel I soaked to wash her face after eating, and folding and unfolding it time and again as if she was folding laundry, all while somehow humming a church hymn and one handed once again. I had to contain my tears at these treasures that are now the beginning of her last days, weeks, months or years that lay ahead of her.



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That's amazing and inspiring... enjoy every single second of however long she's with you, Chili. Whether it's a day or a decade... That strength and love is what keeps us going and take with us ultimately. BTW, listening to 2112. I'm on "Presentation" right now (Listen to my music and hear what it can do) . Maybe serenade her with a little acoustic song, Bro!
 
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