Camp Fire

Can you remember those once a year times?
And recall what it was like, just a night with you and Dad?
Maybe you slept in a tent or under the stars.
Put out fire embers int he morning and packed up.
Only maybe you didn’t have a dad to take you,
Until your Uncle stepped up to the plate instead.
That’s going above and beyond the call of duty for family.

Ohana means family. Family means no one gets left behind or forgotten. -Lilo and Stitch

Sometimes your own father isn’t there to be a father to you. If you’re lucky enough, someone else will step up and be there without trying to replace what you’ve lost.

Inspired by the last FreeWriteFriday prompt:

There are some pretty awesome people out there who just want you to not miss out on something. Because they love you.


Mary smiled as she leaned her head up against Warren’s shoulder, allowing him to lead them slowly across the dance floor.

It was a small ceremony followed by an even smaller reception. Neither of them really had family. Well, that wasn’t strictly true.

Alex watched his ‘little’ sister dance her first dance with her new husband. It had probably been the happiest moment in his life to walk her down the aisle and hand her over to Warren to become his wife.

The sound of the rain on the windows just helped add to the mythical feel of the day ending.

Inspired from the FreeWriteFriday prompt from last week:

It’s a quiet day today, it feels like it should be raining…

Own Up To It

What hurts the most is being so close, and having so much to say and watching you walk away. -Rascal Flats

Sometimes the saddest part is knowing how close we were.

Knowing that we could have had it all,

But seeing that you weren’t quite ready.

But is it my fault?

Why is it my fault?

I was ready and waiting.

I waited and waited and waited.

But you never came.

I had to accept that and move on.

So why is it my fault for not standing there longer?

You still haven’t reached our previous meeting spot.

So I stopped waiting.

I had to go on.

I had a life as well and though I wish with all my heart that you were here next to me…

I have to accept that you’re not.

That doesn’t mean that you get to blame me for this!

I am not at fault!

You made your decision, so own up to it!

Accept your own decision before you start to ridicule mine!

You don’t get to leave me high and dry and then play at the victim.

It doesn’t work like that.

I won’t let you make me feel guilty for you deciding to ditch me!

Your self-righteousness is disgusting to me, revolting to my senses!

If you want to play victim, then leave me out of this!

Because I won’t sit here and be your punching bag anymore.


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Written for yesterday’s FreeWriteFriday prompt:

(pants) I feel…a little…better…

Thank you, Kellie.

Lost Love?

Some say it is better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all. Others say that only fools say this, because they do not understand the gaping void left in the wake of lost love.

For me, it is different as I imagine that it’s different for every person and every situation. I have not so much lost love as come to an understanding that it was time for us to part. He had the same realizations. I will always treasure the time that we had together, but it was time to move forward for both of us, and that forward motion did not run parallel for us. There are times when I feel the missing piece of myself, but at the same time I know that going back would not help. Memories are there to help you be who you are, but they are only as powerful as you let them be.

 Choices are the hinges of destiny. -Pythagoras

Though this does not always feel like its true, it is for me. But I am just one person who has had one relationship like this. I have lost the closeness of others: friends, family, pets; not always because our paths separate, but because of death as well. The reasons are always different, even when they are the same, because each person who has left me or who I have left is different.

But there will always be things that I remember…

The first time he walked me to the library.

The first time I walked him to the bus stop and waited with him for his bus.

The first time we held hands.

Every time we hugged before we parted.

The first time we kissed. (Which, despite popular belief, was something that I actually initiated. A thing which surprised me just as much as it did him.)

The first time he came to visit me when I was sick.

The first time we realized neither of us knew when our anniversary was so we just picked one and went with it.

When I realized that he was one of the few that I didn’t instinctively flinch away from when he rested a hand on my shoulder or neck.

When I realized that I felt safe in his presence no matter how tired or sick or lost I felt.

Honestly there are too many things to remember and write down that if I wrote them all I would never finish this post. Or, if I did this post would take far longer to compose than it has already. (Hint: I started writing this several months ago.)

The point is not that I have loved or that I have lost…

The point, gentlemen, is that they lived. -from the movie “Ever After”

Written originally for myself, but finished for yesterday’s FreeWriteFriday prompt as well as for myself:

Unidentified Flying Objects?

“Are they really thinking like that again?” Tremel asked.

Rodel just shrugged and continued on with their reconnaissance. They were almost done with their tour of duty and he was looking forward to being able to stay at home for the holidays, The Solstice was coming up soon and he’d made plans with his mother’s family to be at home during it. He was really looking forward to the food and the company that would be there.

Tremel sighed as he spun around in his chair, “When will our reliefs get here?” he grumbled to himself, knowing that his partner wasn’t listening.

Rodel just shrugged as he continued to keep his mind and eyes on the gathering of people in front of them. It was hard to keep his focus when he’d thought of home, but he wasn’t going to get lazy and miss something important.

Others in the past had messed up more than once when they grew lazy and didn’t keep themselves out of sight of the locals they were observing. Luckily no one had been hurt too badly, but it was very bad form to be seen when you were running a very clandestine reconnaissance mission.

“I’ll be glad when we can get home to Antarctica, watching how slowly the rest of the world is developing is a real buzz kill if you aren’t one of those snobs who think we’re  better than everyone else.”

Rodel chuckled and finally made eye contact with his partner, “I know, imagine the rest of the world thinking we’re some kind of aliens from another planet spying on them in strange flying saucers when it’s really just been fellow humans all along.”

Written partially because I had a random thought years ago that went something like this:

What if all those UFOs were really from other humans who were much more advanced, but lived in Antarctica using their advanced tech to hide from us all? What if the UFOs were just them seeing how advanced the rest of us currently are?

Also, because of the prompt from last Friday’s FreeWriteFriday:

I don’t know if I will ever write more for this idea, but it was an interesting thought.

Summer Ends

Summer had come and gone,
She realized she’d not see him again.
Their time together had been sweet
And she knew her memories would never be beat.
But now it was fall.
Time to move on,
Her mother said, 
Just don’t forget
That he existed.
So every summer beginning
And every summer ending,
She visits him at least once a week,
Clearing his headstone for a speak.
“I had so much fun!”
She’d say quite gaily,
“I thought of you during the while,
And I knew that you were thinking it too.”
She’d speak and speak and speak
And never have enough time to say
That she wished he was still here,
Sitting beside her today.

Written for last Friday’s FreeWriteFriday:

What’s in a Window Well?

What will you find in here?
Inside there is a treasure trove of things.
Now don’t forget that there are dangers as well.
Do be cautious when climing on through
Or you might be surprised by a spider with red on her back.
Without gravel to kill it quick, you’ll be singing in a high pitch.
Try to be curious while being sensible.
Well, don’t forget the moments of childhood with these;
Ever had to learn the difference between poppy leaves and mint?
Let me give you a clue if you’re unlucky enough, ignore the fuzz.
Left of the window well of my childhood, lay the garden of herbs.

Written as a response to this week’s FreeWriteFriday:

Also, listening to my niece and nephews do their housework and yard work. They’ve been cleaning out the window wells these past few days and it reminded me of the window wells around my childhood home.