Devil’s Whisper

Originally posted on jimmi campkin:
Her parents once told her she was an accident, and as the years tumbled by she grew into a catastrophe.  She told me; I’m gatecrashing a party here.  I have no rules.  I have no (finger quotes) dress – code.  I exist in a vacuum.  I am in the empty…

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Oh, to be home

Trigger warning: Dementia, Alzheimer’s The old couple had lived alone in their house for the last thirty years.  Their kids would visit, along with the grandchildren, but, in the end, it was always old Ma and Pa who would say goodnight to each other.  Ma was a stickler for organization, and was the drill sergeant […]

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Factory follies

Thirteen years of my industrial career were spent in a certain manufacturing plant, seven of those as a machine operator.  It was a job that required considerable training, and you were initially hired as kind of a “first mate”, pairing up with the actual operator, helping out, doing some basic changeovers, and learning the ropes. […]

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You’re my home

the way you  say wheee! when we turn a sharp corner how you offer to push me around in the shopping cart when we go for groceries (never gets stale….Ahem) how you sing that song “Over There” when I tell you where I parked the car how you cook and cook and cook when there are only […]

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